State of the Bear
Nov. 3rd, 2012 08:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
commodorifiedSo I feel like The Very Worst Everything, lately.
On the bright side, it's only taken me, what, three months this time to realise that maybe if I, I dunno, tell people what's going on, that might help?
So I'm having more health problems. For which I have many doctor's appointments, do not be alarmed. It is, however, time-consuming and incredibly boring.
The two that are messing with my ability to be there and be reliable for people the most are, I'm persistently seeing double and spending a lot of time wearing an eye patch, (for which I have seen a neurologist and am getting an MRI, also have an appointment with an opthamologist *and* a neuro-opthamologist, ooh fancy).
It did mean I ended up dressing as Nick Fury for Hallowe'en, though. :-)
And I'm having Epic Exhaustion, for which we're testing my thyroid (as well as everything else), and while I am aware that The Internet Does Not Have a Licence to Practice Medicine, I will not be at ALL surprised if that proves to be it, what with the whole epic sleep events, paper-dry skin, perpetually being cold, ability to gain weight while mostly uninterested in food, etc.
I have not turned into whatserface from the Lord Peter story, I just feel like her.
The bursitis is... well, actually it's an unstable sacroiliac, and it's getting better, slowly. Too slowly for my tastes. I would really really like to stop taking opiates. They're much less fun than popular literature suggests. I am getting an SI belt, yay. KT tape is awesome when it stays put, which it does NOT do when deployed along one's waistband-line.
Somehow in the midst of all of this I am managing to help Unfuck the Habitat, though I am much less help than I'd like to be, which is making family life a lot better, and I'm managing to do roller derby, though I miss more practices than I'd like. I'm even trying to make it to, if not the gym, the pool once or twice a week so I can do physio in the hot tub, which is actually really productive. I need to get out walking more, which being cold and tired all the time is rotten for, as is not being able to see properly and feeling vulnerable as Hell in an eye patch.
I got to actually skate up and shadow the refs Tuesday, and MAN do I need to work on my speed and my turns. But I made it through the scrimmage, and I can see the road to where I need to be, and I feel like I'll get there by the start of the season.
But I'm shaky, and unreliable, and kind of curled up inside myself, and sleeping too much and at all the wrong times. It's boring and crazy-making and thank GOD I have spouses who are willing to haul my dippy ass to the appointments I need to make it to in order to get this under control and get my life back.
So if I've neglected you, or flaked out on you, please nudge me. It's not you. It really, really is me.
On the bright side, it's only taken me, what, three months this time to realise that maybe if I, I dunno, tell people what's going on, that might help?
So I'm having more health problems. For which I have many doctor's appointments, do not be alarmed. It is, however, time-consuming and incredibly boring.
The two that are messing with my ability to be there and be reliable for people the most are, I'm persistently seeing double and spending a lot of time wearing an eye patch, (for which I have seen a neurologist and am getting an MRI, also have an appointment with an opthamologist *and* a neuro-opthamologist, ooh fancy).
It did mean I ended up dressing as Nick Fury for Hallowe'en, though. :-)
And I'm having Epic Exhaustion, for which we're testing my thyroid (as well as everything else), and while I am aware that The Internet Does Not Have a Licence to Practice Medicine, I will not be at ALL surprised if that proves to be it, what with the whole epic sleep events, paper-dry skin, perpetually being cold, ability to gain weight while mostly uninterested in food, etc.
I have not turned into whatserface from the Lord Peter story, I just feel like her.
The bursitis is... well, actually it's an unstable sacroiliac, and it's getting better, slowly. Too slowly for my tastes. I would really really like to stop taking opiates. They're much less fun than popular literature suggests. I am getting an SI belt, yay. KT tape is awesome when it stays put, which it does NOT do when deployed along one's waistband-line.
Somehow in the midst of all of this I am managing to help Unfuck the Habitat, though I am much less help than I'd like to be, which is making family life a lot better, and I'm managing to do roller derby, though I miss more practices than I'd like. I'm even trying to make it to, if not the gym, the pool once or twice a week so I can do physio in the hot tub, which is actually really productive. I need to get out walking more, which being cold and tired all the time is rotten for, as is not being able to see properly and feeling vulnerable as Hell in an eye patch.
I got to actually skate up and shadow the refs Tuesday, and MAN do I need to work on my speed and my turns. But I made it through the scrimmage, and I can see the road to where I need to be, and I feel like I'll get there by the start of the season.
But I'm shaky, and unreliable, and kind of curled up inside myself, and sleeping too much and at all the wrong times. It's boring and crazy-making and thank GOD I have spouses who are willing to haul my dippy ass to the appointments I need to make it to in order to get this under control and get my life back.
So if I've neglected you, or flaked out on you, please nudge me. It's not you. It really, really is me.