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I'm Still Here! Sort of...
Nov. 1st, 2017 10:25 pmWell, as usual, it's been forever since I've posted anything or even been here. To be fair to myself (yes, okay, it's an excuse, LOL) I no longer have access to Dreamwidth or LJ or even my personal email accounts from my work computer as my employer has blocked them. Since I spend about 10 hrs a day on my work computer, I just don't feel like booting up my old home desktop when I'm finally done work for the day. Anyhow...
I am still hanging in there. My fibromyalgia has been a pain -- literally-- but fortunately seems to be responding somewhat to the old timey gabapentin. I am allergic to pretty much all of the meds that are prescribed for the disease, so I'm kind of stuck with the gaba.
My MS is getting slightly worse. I've had extreme fatigue in addition to some hand and eye problems. I had a brain MRI two days ago and am waiting to hear if any of my lesions have become "active". I had a freak out episode in the MRI tube which was quite debilitating and very embarrassing. I usually do okay in the "short" tube where I only have to go in up to my hips, but they've started doing this new padding thing to keep your skin from touching the tube's interior walls-- they pack these thick pads along your shoulders and arms--and when they slid me inside the tube, the pads compressed my torso and triggered a massive claustrophobic freak out. The techs yanked me right out, but it was horrible in the extreme for those few seconds. It took me a bit to catch my breath. So they wrapped me in a sheet instead and that was tolerable. Ugh. That night I had nightmares about coffins...
Work is still, well, work. But it's a job I get to do at home and it's full time with benefits... and that's about all I can think of to say that is nice about it. Three years of mandatory overtime is wearing me out.
Since I am home all of the time, I have become active with a local dog rescue group and am doing some foster work. I have two fosters right now: an ancient, cranky Chihuahua who turns Cujo with no warning, and a youngish miniature pinscher who just wants a home. He is about the most laid back dog I have ever met. The Chihuahua is a menace and can't really be adopted out to anyone because he WILL bite them (and that is a legal liability issue for the rescue group) so I am basically his new owner. I find him hilarious. He's a mess but I love him. He is much better with me as long as I don't touch his ears or his feet. He adores my little Gidget and he is king of the toys and chewies. Every night at bedtime he must carry a toy to his basket to sleep with.
So life goes on here in Tennessee...
I am still hanging in there. My fibromyalgia has been a pain -- literally-- but fortunately seems to be responding somewhat to the old timey gabapentin. I am allergic to pretty much all of the meds that are prescribed for the disease, so I'm kind of stuck with the gaba.
My MS is getting slightly worse. I've had extreme fatigue in addition to some hand and eye problems. I had a brain MRI two days ago and am waiting to hear if any of my lesions have become "active". I had a freak out episode in the MRI tube which was quite debilitating and very embarrassing. I usually do okay in the "short" tube where I only have to go in up to my hips, but they've started doing this new padding thing to keep your skin from touching the tube's interior walls-- they pack these thick pads along your shoulders and arms--and when they slid me inside the tube, the pads compressed my torso and triggered a massive claustrophobic freak out. The techs yanked me right out, but it was horrible in the extreme for those few seconds. It took me a bit to catch my breath. So they wrapped me in a sheet instead and that was tolerable. Ugh. That night I had nightmares about coffins...
Work is still, well, work. But it's a job I get to do at home and it's full time with benefits... and that's about all I can think of to say that is nice about it. Three years of mandatory overtime is wearing me out.
Since I am home all of the time, I have become active with a local dog rescue group and am doing some foster work. I have two fosters right now: an ancient, cranky Chihuahua who turns Cujo with no warning, and a youngish miniature pinscher who just wants a home. He is about the most laid back dog I have ever met. The Chihuahua is a menace and can't really be adopted out to anyone because he WILL bite them (and that is a legal liability issue for the rescue group) so I am basically his new owner. I find him hilarious. He's a mess but I love him. He is much better with me as long as I don't touch his ears or his feet. He adores my little Gidget and he is king of the toys and chewies. Every night at bedtime he must carry a toy to his basket to sleep with.
So life goes on here in Tennessee...
