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I haven't posted here very much in the last few months. Oops.
I do check my flist close to everyday, I just haven't had much to say other than "Still tired, still don't know why, still sleeping a lot" and that gets really old after awhile.
Trust me.
I've been extremely tired since roughly January, and eight months later after monthly doctor visits and so many prescriptions I'm at the point where I immediately gag when I see a pill... I've still got the symptoms I first presented with in January.
In less frustrating news, my doctor did take care of the heart palpitation issue that appeared sometime around February in so much that if I take my pill every single day like a good girl my chest won't hurt, but if I forget it feels like someone has put my heart in a blender and hit puree. Which is strange because it didn't feel like that before she put me on these meds. Before it was just mildly irritating and I'd have to sit down and catch my breath when my heart would kick into overdrive for a minute or two, it felt like. That, she assures me over and over, is perfectly normal, everyone's does it but they don't usually feel it quite so much, blah blah, TAKE YOUR PILL.
I've had two sleep studies (the second one was basically an all night ad for how the fabulous CPAP machine can make my life better - most miserable night of my life). The first night, apparently, not that anyone bothered to mention it to me until I showed up for the second night, I stopped breathing several times. They don't know why (I'm holding out hope for the extra large tonsils of strangulation theory because that can be fixed with some surgery and does not require the rest of my lifetime spent sleeping with that horrid machine). I'm supposed to meet with the ears, nose and throat specialist in OCTOBER, because why make an appointment anywhere near when the stupid studies are so that I could maybe get some friggin' treatment sometime this year.
Not that I'm bitter.
Finally, in good news - I've got renfest coming up AND yesterday Captain and I drove out to look at the prairie dogs at the wildlife refuge, then ate at the Riverside Cafe and fed the turtles and ducks and huge freakish fish. That was fun.
Now, if only I could get some writing done, maybe a little painting or knitting, that would be nice.
I do check my flist close to everyday, I just haven't had much to say other than "Still tired, still don't know why, still sleeping a lot" and that gets really old after awhile.
Trust me.
I've been extremely tired since roughly January, and eight months later after monthly doctor visits and so many prescriptions I'm at the point where I immediately gag when I see a pill... I've still got the symptoms I first presented with in January.
In less frustrating news, my doctor did take care of the heart palpitation issue that appeared sometime around February in so much that if I take my pill every single day like a good girl my chest won't hurt, but if I forget it feels like someone has put my heart in a blender and hit puree. Which is strange because it didn't feel like that before she put me on these meds. Before it was just mildly irritating and I'd have to sit down and catch my breath when my heart would kick into overdrive for a minute or two, it felt like. That, she assures me over and over, is perfectly normal, everyone's does it but they don't usually feel it quite so much, blah blah, TAKE YOUR PILL.
I've had two sleep studies (the second one was basically an all night ad for how the fabulous CPAP machine can make my life better - most miserable night of my life). The first night, apparently, not that anyone bothered to mention it to me until I showed up for the second night, I stopped breathing several times. They don't know why (I'm holding out hope for the extra large tonsils of strangulation theory because that can be fixed with some surgery and does not require the rest of my lifetime spent sleeping with that horrid machine). I'm supposed to meet with the ears, nose and throat specialist in OCTOBER, because why make an appointment anywhere near when the stupid studies are so that I could maybe get some friggin' treatment sometime this year.
Not that I'm bitter.
Finally, in good news - I've got renfest coming up AND yesterday Captain and I drove out to look at the prairie dogs at the wildlife refuge, then ate at the Riverside Cafe and fed the turtles and ducks and huge freakish fish. That was fun.
Now, if only I could get some writing done, maybe a little painting or knitting, that would be nice.
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And yeah, cardiac milkshake is fun. And if you're on anything that I've been on it contributes to the fatigue and saps energy like crazy. Nice when your medical conditions conspire against you, isn't it?
But w00t for renfest fun and p-dawgs with Das Kapitan. Particularly when they're calling for Alan.
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