Archive | August 2011

Fibromyalgia

Well, I went to the Rhuemy yesterday. Their office is so much closer and I didn’t have to wait 4 hours to see the doctor, so it started out well! He was very clear speaking and made sure I understood. He listened to me and asked questions. At one point he asked if I had fibromyalgia. I told him that I thought I did and that I had asked the old doc about it, but that she never addressed it. After a bit more time he told me that he thought I had it also. Yay me!

My SED rates are pretty much always normal when I’m in a flare. Also I have responded really well to Cymbalta, which is for Fibro. Go figure! I just figured it was working for my Sjogren’s. No, it was working for my fibro! Well, learning this gives me other options for treatment. I’m slowly finding things that work and getting back to being a normal person!

He also thinks that my thyroid is messed up. It has always been enlarged and doctors have done the basic test, but it always came back fine. Lately it is showing a little abnormal so he decided to do a full panel on it. If that’s the case that is something else we can work with to make me more normal. So the question is do I have hypothyroidism or Hashimoto’s. ” For many Hashimoto’s patients, the thyroid becomes enlarged, a condition known as a goiter. The goiter can range from slight enlargement, which may have no other symptoms, to a substantial increase in size. ” “Hashimoto’s typically involves a slow but steady destruction of the gland that eventually results in the thyroid’s inability to produce sufficient thyroid hormone — the condition known as hypothyroidism.” I think it sounds more like the second one. I also did a symptoms test and it sounds about right. I guess I’ll find out on September 13 when I go to my next appointment!

I don’t necessarily like finding things wrong with me, but on the positive side I know there are things wrong with me and if we can find out what they are we can take measures to fix them. That’s what I’m all about. Finding a normal life!

To Hell and Back…

It turns out we have illegals in our home. Now don’t get me wrong. If they take the correct course and come in legally I don’t mind. Pay your way and be a part of our community, but just sneaking in unknown and not contributing properly is not the way to go about it. The culprits or should I say culprit is Boots! Oh he looks all innocent with his cute kitty face, but in reality he was sneaking in illegals! His accomplices, Kenzie and Fiona. Too tell you the truth I don’t know if they suspected in the beginning or not. I think they were truly innocent to his evil ways, but by the time they realized that he had gotten them in the house and was using them to harbor his illegals it was too late.

Unfortunately since I have no proof Boots has gotten off with out penalty. Kenzie and Fiona on the other hand had to pay for his crimes. They had to get… A FLEA BATH!!!

About a month ago I reminded my dear husband to put the flea medicine on Boots. About three weeks later I realized that the vial was still in the box unopened! I didn’t think anything about it. I hadn’t seen signs of fleas, so we just put it on him and went on our merry way. A few days ago I was holding Fiona and saw FLEAS!!! The world ended at that point, or so I thought. I checked poor Kenize and she was infested with the darn nasty critters also. Fiona and Kenzie are the inside cats they don’t get flea medicine and have never had fleas.

Yesterday I went out to PetSmart to get the appropriate items, flea shampoo and medicine. I know Fiona has a dislike of water, but apparently it is getting worse in her old age. I got her in the tub and that is when it all started. She may have been in there for .1 seconds before she started levitating. Did you know that a cat can climb a smooth shower wall? Her feats were amazing in her attempt to get out. They were also extremely painful to me!

She bit me she scratched me she tried everything she could! I think she is part pit bull! She got two of my fingers at separate times. Once she latched on she would not let go. They are still throbbing today. At one point she got her claw latched into my leg and couldn’t get it out. She was flinging herself around wildly in her attempt to get out of the tub and had no concern for the claw that was attached to me. I tried my best to hold it to my leg since my skin has the ability to stretch when pulled. I tried to get it out and no matter what I tried it I just couldn’t do it. I screamed and screamed for help and finally after a few minutes the family all showed up at the bathroom door. It took another few minutes for my hubby to get the darn claw out!

After that part of the show was over the family all ran out of the bathroom and closed the door on me. Fiona flung herself out of the tub but did not make it to the door in time. It was closed and she was trapped with a very pissed off mommy. Holly yelled to just give up, but after what I had gone through already there was no way I was giving up!!! I pounced on her and tossed her back in. We fought we struggled. We almost drowned. In the end, I won. She got her bath…

It was a hard battle and I WILL NEVER be giving her another bath as long as she lives! I may have won, but she sure did get in a few hundred really good shots at me.

The arrow without hole by it was a really large hole. Not sure how good you can see it. It’s a good thing those shorts are too big for me now. They are pretty much shredded. I was covered in water from head to toe. The bathroom was a small pond.

This is Fiona the evil one…

Do you see she even had the nerve to stick her tongue out at me when I took the picture!!!

After Fiona I need a few hours to have a couple of beers and cigarettes to recover from the trauma.

It was Kenzies turn. Now, she is my sweet baby. She just stood there and yowled the whole time. She didn’t try to bite or scratch. She was perfect.

Here is my sweet baby Kenzie…

Well, thank God that drama is over. The illegals are gone and my kitties are happy again this morning. They seem to have forgotten the dramatic events of last night. I wish I could forget. I am nursing my fingers back to health. Unfortunately, I have to use one of them to type and it is now throbbing worse.

***Now hiring a strong-willed thick-skinned cat bather. Please leave a comment if you are interested***

Crafty

I guess I’m feeling crafty this week. Now that the prednisone has kicked in I am up and around again. I have started a few crochet projects for Christmas. I won’t be able to post pics until after the holiday. 😉 Tonight I made me some new PJ bottoms. All I can find in the stores are long pants or booty shorts for PJs. I really don’t think I should be walking around in booty shorts in front of my kids and the pants are too hot!

Now, just so you know… I haven’t touched a sewing machine since I was like 18. My previous experience was making a drawstring beach bag and a pillow. With that being said, I don’t think I did too bad on my new PJ shorts! I found a wonderful tutorial over at MADE. She did great at explaining everything! Thank you so much! Here are a few pics of my new PJs!

I love the length!

Oh, and see! I added a pocket! None of my pant PJ’s have pockets! It drives me insane! I have to have some place to put my phone!!!

Have a wonderful day!!! 🙂

Positive/Negative

I try my best to stay positive in life. Unfortunately it’s not always easy with illness. I started up with a flare last week. It wasn’t bad. Just some morning stiffness that worked its way out after a few hours. This week however, things changed. I was in so much pain that I could barely move. Joints that don’t usually hurt were hurting. This has been the worst flare yet pain wise. Even though I was in pain I was still OK. I could deal with it.

I called my doctor’s office the second day. I left a message that morning. I needed to get rid of the pain. They never bothered to call me back. Before the office closed I tried calling again. The line kept going to voice mail! They don’t close until 5pm, but apparently they don’t take calls after 12pm. Nice! Finally I couldn’t take it any more and called after hours and got the answering service. She put in a call to the nurse. After an hour the answering service called to see if I had received a call… no… so she put in another call. Finally after almost two hours I did get a call. The lady was really nice and told me to go to the Lawrenceville office in the morning. They would work me in. Great!

Now, being in the pain that I was in I did dread the hour drive there. I also dreaded the wait. On a day when I do have an appointment I have to wait two to four hours to see the doctor. I had no idea as to how long it was going to take. I woke up at 4:15am since I couldn’t sleep. I left at 8am. Due to morning traffic it took a little longer than normal. I was expecting that. I was supposed to be there at 9:30. I got there at 9:15. Not bad at all.

I drag myself up to the office and sign in. The office lady looks at me and says we don’t have you on the schedule. I explained that I had talked to the nurse last night and that she had told me to come in. Well, it turns out the doctor wasn’t in that day!!! She was going to reschedule me for another day. You have to first understand that they pull this crap all the time. By that point I was in so much pain and tired and just sick of them doing this so often that I ended up breaking down and crying in the office. I told them what I thought of their staff and that it wasn’t right to treat patients this way. I asked where the other doctor was. She was over at the Duluth office. I asked if I could go there. She called and they said they could fit me in.

Now in more pain and totally frustrated I drove again to the next office 30 minutes away. By the time I finally got to see the doctor I just wanted to curl in a ball and go to bed. I tried to explain to the doctor the issues that I had been having with the staff about calls not being returned and all the other mess. She just smiled and said she was busy and that we weren’t going to discuss that at this time! Really!?! Ugh, so I was the good patient and kept my mouth shut. I got my prednisone  shot, a prescription for more prednisone and some pain meds and left. By the time I left, got my meds filled and got home it was 2pm. I left that morning at 8am!!! I still don’t understand why they couldn’t just call in the Rx. Those of you with chronic illness know that the last thing you want to do during a flare is sit in the doctors all day!

Well, after that ordeal and my short breakdown I am feeling much better today. The prednisone has started to kick in and I called a new Rheumatologist and set up an appointment for the end of the month. This one was just added to my insurance and is only 30 minutes away and I have heard good things about him. Now if I can just get the other office to send my records over…

Rubbed and Grilled Pork Loin

My husband and I were using my mom and dad’s grill. They moved from Michigan in 2009. Since they hadn’t sold their house they were living in my brother’s basement. This was great for us!!! One less thing to buy! Well, that ended a few weeks ago. They got a house and dad came to get the grill. It was a sad sad day. A large percent of our cooking is on the grill. Well after a few weeks my wonderful hubby brought me home a brand new grill!!! It is so pretty!

We have had it for two days and grilled both days!

Mmmmm… Yummy! I think this is the best pork recipe I have found yet! It was so good!

Rubbed and Grilled Pork Loin

Ingredients

  • 1 (4 pound) boneless pork top loin roast (single loin)
  • 1 teaspoon olive oil

Rub

  • 2 teaspoons granulated sugar
  • 2 teaspoons paprika
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons onion salt
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons garlic salt
  • 1 teaspoon ground black pepper
  • 1/2 teaspoon chili powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon ground cumin
  • 1/2 teaspoon ground coriander

Directions

  1. Place boneless pork loin on large cutting board or platter; brush oil over all sides. Set aside. Meanwhile, stir together dry rub seasoning. Rub over pork to cover. Prepare charcoal grill to cook over direct and indirect heat. Place pork loin over medium-hot coals (direct heat) or on medium-hot (about 400 degrees F.) gas grill. Cook for 10 minutes on each side to brown. Move pork to area on grill over indirect heat. Cook, covered for 70-90 minutes or until internal temperature reaches 160 degrees F. On gas grill, move pork to one side of grill; turn off the gas directly under the pork. Leave the rest of the grill on medium heat. Cook, covered for 70 to 90 minutes or until internal temperature reaches 160 degrees F. Serve with your favorite sauce.

Nutritional Information

Amount Per Serving  Calories: 164 | Total Fat: 7.6g | Cholesterol: 64 mg

Forgetting the Meds

I know I have told you how wonderful I think Cymbalta is. Last week the store didn’t have it in stock and I had to wait til the next day to get it and last night I somehow forgot to take it!!! I didn’t realize how much I depend on it. I know after the first time I was amazed how bad I felt and how in an hour how great I felt, but I have been taking it going on 3 months. We tend to forget the bad when we have so much good!

Both times I woke up the next morning in so much pain. I also ended up spending most of the day in bed and the rest of it on the couch. I had pain where I had never had it before. Does that mean I am pushing myself further than I should? I had muscle pain in my arms and my umm… butt! Not to mention all my regular joint pain. I also had a very sharp stabbing pain above my hip on the left side both times that traveled up. Who knows what that was. Any way, I was wondering if I should not take it for a day every once in a while to see if there are new symptoms or if I am pushing myself to much?

It’s not like I’m doing too much. Just the normal house work and what not, but on bad days that was always too much for me. I’m also worried about the pain that I had above my hip both times about a week apart. Should this be something to worry about? I wouldn’t know I was having it if I didn’t forget to take the meds. Makes you wonder…

I know I won’t go off Cymbalta. It helps enough that I’m not giving it up. I can move and do things that I can’t normally do. I guess it’s one of those things I should talk to my doctor about.