Tuesday, October 16, 2018
Friday, October 12, 2018
This week I went back to the pain management guy who brought out his trusty fake spine and proceeded to explain to me that I probably wasn't able to get this "stimulator" installed because of my severe osteoporosis, but that it might be an option if we could get the okay from the rheumatologist.
After about a minute of showing me three fairly thick looking "wires" (they looked like cables to me) and explaining how they'd open my spine and feed these in and "try them out" for three days-he stopped mid-sentence and said, "I see you're not wanting this and since you won't qualify, I'll stop now."
Then he decided that since I have so many issues that he thinks I should see a spine surgeon. He's hoping that since I have "two fractured, yet healed, vertebra" that they might decide to fuse the lower back and that might help the hips, knees and the issue in my foot.
Seriously? But on the flip side, I'll go because I'm open to almost anything (NOT the cable wiring in my spine though).
Then the next day I went to my "knee" guy. I practically begged them to x-ray my foot and was turned down, sort of. No x-ray, but he was happy to let me know that the practice just hired an "excellent foot/ankle" surgeon.
Then he showed me my knee x-rays. I did NOT enjoy the explanation of how "bad" they look both inside and out either. But since they do look as if I may not be able to take even water aerobics without some intervention much longer-they are contacting my insurance carrier and requesting those lovely gel shots that worked for the one knee two years ago, but this time they'll do both knees at once.
Hey, if I'm going to pass out from big, thick needles into my knee-might as well get both and do it once. Then hopefully I'll get some relief for a couple of more years.
As I left, they "signed me up" for an appointment with the next specialist for my stupid foot.
I'm feeling slightly defeated. I'm allowing myself a bit of a pity party. Really, I think I deserve it. This morning I knew I was going to enjoy Jackson's company for most of the day, so I skipped water aerobics to both let the meds kick in and have energy. By the time his early dismissal time arrived, I hooked up Sunshine, Lucky (my partner in not having a leg to stand on) and the stroller and limped up to the school.
We stopped at the park, we had some lunch, read some books and even put together a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles jigsaw puzzle. Then, thankfully, we all needed a rest. Jackson watched Honey I Shrunk the Kids, I iced numerous extremities, Lucky 3-legged herself into my lap and Sunshine hid under a blanket while Pepper curled up on a pillow.
Sometimes I have a bad day, sometimes I share it with you. Sorry.
Saturday, October 06, 2018
So, while the older grands went off with Sarah for a weekend in San Diego, Jackson and I got to spend the entire day together!
It started off pretty early. Adam dropped him off at 8 a.m.. Now that it's fall, we didn't have to worry about it getting too hot before 9 in the morning. Jackson didn't eat too much breakfast at home, but saw grandpa was home-he decided to eat a second breakfast with us.
Grandpa had asked for eggs with cheese, bacon and toast. Jackson told me his favorite was "eggs with cheese, I always eat them like that grandma. I also want bacon and toast with grandpa."
Knowing that my youngest grandson doesn't like the cheese in his eggs, I made a quick double check. Sure enough he told me, "No, I don't want cheese in my eggs!" He also loved that we had cream cheese with mixed berries. He wanted jam on the top of it. Hey, I buy "fruit only" jam, so all was good. I had made myself some overnight brownie oatmeal. We all had some raspberries to go with it.
No worries about his lack of breakfast at home (which turned out to be milk, a small pancake and a whole banana), he ate every bit of what I made. LOL!
Then we hooked up the pups (I had to miss water class and the girls really needed an outing since most of our week was quite rainy) and went for a walk. Jackson spied a hummingbird, some leftover prickly pears, a few bunnies and lots of neighbors who were also enjoying the sunny, warm and dry morning.
Once the girls were tired, we packed up a snack for Jackson and some water and went to the "big" park. Honestly, I was expecting a lot of kids there since there wasn't school, but except for a few minutes we had the whole play area to ourselves.
We spent most of our time on the teeter totter. Jackson loves the teeter totter. After about 25 minutes, grandma was feeling a tad bit green and having a silent wish that her skeletal system weren't quite so precarious. After eating some snack we went back to the house.
The day before we had gone to the dollar store when Jackson picked out some big chalks for Bryce, a motorcycle toy for himself and a bag of brownie mix for us to make together on our special day. This was our special day and with very little help from me, Jackson made the batter. While I slipped the pan into the oven.
It's very hard to be 5 and have to wait for the brownies to bake and then another hour to have them cool down enough to frost them. But we did it. We read several books, practiced some sight words and even tried to put together one of his cousins super hero jigsaw puzzles.
At last the brownies could be frosted! Jackson did a great job and enjoyed eating his masterpiece!
By then, we were both in need a rest (grandma more so than Jackson). We watched The Greatest Showman and cuddled with the fur babies.
Before we knew it Mom and Bryce arrived and it was time for Jackson to join his nuclear family and go to the gym.
I sent him home with most of his creation to share with his sister. (Mom and Dad are in training for an event) It was a wonderful day and a blessing!
Tuesday, October 02, 2018
Monday, October 01, 2018
Sunday, September 30, 2018
Thursday, September 27, 2018
Went for my 3 month check to the pulmonologist. I admit I wasn't expecting much in the way of good news, but I was pulling for an upset on decisions about my on-going battle with the insidious disease called Valley Fever.
While I didn't really expect to hear, "keep up the good work, you're improvement has been awesome" (I think I can tell that I'm not), I didn't expect to hear: "Carine, we think it's because of your untreated RA that the Valley Fever is not improving. Rather than upping your dose again or putting you on another anti-fungal that will have even more vile side effects, we've decided that you are what we call chronic."
What does that mean, exactly? That means they don't expect me to go dormant. They're not even sure I'll get better than what I presently am. They asked to speak with my rheumatologist and discuss an oral medication to get back to treating the RA and my staying on this present medication indefinitely.
Of course, if my blood work doesn't either stay the same but gets worse, there goes the RA meds.
That old joke about "medical practice" seems to be ringing true. The pulmonologist says most of his patients who also have either RA or another auto-immune disease seem to be having the same problem of getting the spores in their lungs to move into dormancy.
So I'm allowing myself a bit of a pity party because I feel like crap, everything hurts and it appears that barring some miracle to be determined by a higher power at a later date, this is my life.
Then Pepper's vet gave us the "good news, bad news". Good news, his overall health is pretty good for a cat of 15 with rather bent front paws. Bad news-his kidney levels are a bit too high, his very underweight and he's a very picky eater. Right now, I've got 3 cans of various flavors open in the fridge and he's only licking the gravy off of all of them.
Plus, the anti-nausea shot she gave him Saturday was working like the proverbial charm until about 5 a.m. this morning. He's at least keeping what little food he's eating down, but I'm not going to walk barefoot on my floors anytime soon...
Then there was yesterday morning. I went on my walk with the girls/neighbors and her boys. I was almost home when Steve called saying to get back immediately-our water heater burst.
I was at the park but the girls and I were trying to find a less flooded way of crossing the street and saw that we were the cause of the new pond.
Steve left for work and me with the task of calling the home warranty company and trying to get someone out ASAP.
Our good friend came over to help me turn off all the water sources in the house-seems the hard water wasn't allowing the unit to stop taking in more water. He also drained what was left. Poor guy, felt really bad about giving him all our work.
I'm not sure what made me more angry: I was looking forward to a hot shower after walking 2-1/2 miles and now that was not happening. (Thank you Adam and Sam for living down the block and letting me finally wash the grossness off my body) My wedding dress was stored right where a lot of the water leaked onto (we took it straight over to the dry cleaner who broke the almost 38 year old seal) and I had to pray we paid that mint of money and it was still okay (thank goodness it was!) or that I had to miss water aerobics because the only time they could come was the next morning while the class was enjoying themselves WITHOUT ME!
Thankfully, tomorrow is coming. By then all those towels we used to help mop up the water along with the fans will be clean. I think the welcome mat that was by the door is not going to be saved. I get to go to class in the morning and meet a friend for coffee. Plus my self-indulgent pity party allowance will be over and I can just move on with this thing called life.