Okay, it’s a little after midnight, and I’m just waking up from my nap. Yeah, I’m aware of how funny that sounds.
You see, yesterday, Thursday, was my doctors appointment with my Rheumatologist. When those come around I pretty much write off the whole day. First, he’s about an hour-and-a-half away, and the car ride up there and back is murder. Bouncing around in a car is extremely painful for me, and it tends to stir up (my words) my disease, which then makes the next few days really tough as well (like I can’t get out of bed tough; anything involving moving is murder tough; even thinking hurts tough; down to why must I breath so frequently tough).
Then, on top of the car ride, the doctor’s exam itself is excruciatingly painful. I have an amazing doctor, and he doesn’t mean to hurt me, but he is thorough, and when you poke and prod a diseased body, looking specifically for areas where that disease is lurking, well, it kind of sucks.
So, I had a pretty rough night on Wednesday and didn’t sleep much, then beat myself with a baseball bat (that’s the car ride up to the doctor), then prodded my disease until it woke up screaming and looking for vengeance (the exam), then used the baseball bat some more (the ride home; I’m guessing by now you’ve got the picture), well, by the time I came home I crawled (and I do mean that literally) into bed. And I’m just now waking up.
Sometime tomorrow I get the joy (heavy sarcasm) of doing labs again (once a month I have to have blood drawn and I really hate it). Then I get to figure out how to pay for the new prescriptions my Rheumatologist wrote; while I curse the latest increases to our insurance premiums and co-pays.
Sorry, in kind of a bummer mood. I love my Rheumatologist (platonically speaking), but doctor-visit days are not much fun for me.
On the upside:
My oldest son always drives me to my Rheumatologist (I rarely drive any more). He's done it from day one. And the time we get to spend together on the trip is priceless to me. Often I think that having him there is the only way I survive the whole ordeal. And on this trip it was even better than normal. We talked a lot about my books and publishing plans (he's got a keen eye for making a story flow and spotting when it doesn't, and suggesting how to handle certain angles in my writing {like cutting down on "cuteness"}{is that even possible for me?}).
Plus, yesterday was one of the worst storms Central California has seen in a while, and we drove right through it, twice. But with him there I was calm as could be (which means that even though he's an exceptional driver I still held on as tight as possible because the weather was so bad). Thanks to him we both made it safe and sound.
Plus, plus, I learned a new thing for my blog. A little bit of research took me to Laura who taught me how to add a new page to my oh-so-new blog and I added Davina’s Magical Radio. Thank you Laura! This blog stuff is kind of fun.
My oldest son always drives me to my Rheumatologist (I rarely drive any more). He's done it from day one. And the time we get to spend together on the trip is priceless to me. Often I think that having him there is the only way I survive the whole ordeal. And on this trip it was even better than normal. We talked a lot about my books and publishing plans (he's got a keen eye for making a story flow and spotting when it doesn't, and suggesting how to handle certain angles in my writing {like cutting down on "cuteness"}{is that even possible for me?}).
Plus, yesterday was one of the worst storms Central California has seen in a while, and we drove right through it, twice. But with him there I was calm as could be (which means that even though he's an exceptional driver I still held on as tight as possible because the weather was so bad). Thanks to him we both made it safe and sound.
Plus, plus, I learned a new thing for my blog. A little bit of research took me to Laura who taught me how to add a new page to my oh-so-new blog and I added Davina’s Magical Radio. Thank you Laura! This blog stuff is kind of fun.
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