Doctor visit fun

I had to make an appointment with my doc to get refills. (Oh, apparently Prozac is an SSRI and I had no idea. I feel like a total moron.) Anyway, while I was there I mentioned all my joint pain. Right hand, right shoulder, left elbow. These really random places I'm getting "tendonitis". She asked who told me I had tendonitis; I said the doctor I normally see (she was a PA). She referred me to one of the orthopods that make visits to that office because he would be more knowledgeable. I was happy about that...until the appointment.

He was a nice guy, down to earth, funny...but he totally misunderstood the whole reason I was there. I was hoping to get referred for physical therapy to get exercises I could do that won't hurt me somehow. Instead, he showed me a few stretches and told me to do push ups off a wall. I mentioned my fibrous dysplasia (along with my fear of bone pain and fractures) and asked, "Do you know what that is?" because most people don't; the ER docs took four hours to figure it out. He said, "Yeah, exercise will help your flare ups." I didn't realize at that time (because I have a tendency to turn into a complete idiot when I'm at the doctor's) but he totally thought I said fibromyalgia, which is completely different.

I wish I could call the office up and be like, "Look, give Dr. What's-his-name a message: I said fibrous dysplasia not fibromyalgia, so give me the right treatment." And then I think, why should I have to quality check my doctor's decisions? Why should I have to keep calling around trying to find someone who knows what's wrong with me? It's very frustrating.

I'm on my seventh month of Clomid. Thinking about taking a break for a bit. Got some work things going on and it would be nice not to have to pluck my chin every other day. I also think I'm getting a bunch of cysts on my ovaries. I have pinching pains every once in a while in my abdomen and I feel constantly full down there...and no, it's not just my fat.

I don't know what to do exercise wise. Now my knees have been bothering me. They've always popped; all my life I could crack my knees. But now they feel unstable, there's grinding and other noises when I go down stairs. I've never been able to rest on my knees, it hurts too much. I've always thought my knee cap was too small. It's like the size of a quarter. I dunno. I'm scared to try to jog. Guess I could just go back to the treadmill, but everyone says that's bad for your knees, too. I think I'm just destined to be fat and out of shape forever. And it's a vicious cycle, because if I would lose weight, my knees would probably feel better. Oh well.

Bad bone days

Lots of pain this past week.  I was thinking the other day that my chest hasn't hurt in a while, so of course it had to start hurting.  Now my legs are beginning to ache.  Maybe it's the weather?  The past few days it's looked like it's going to storm, but doesn't.  Today, it actually did rain and thunder a bit, but nothing too big.  We haven't had a storm this year that knocks the power out.  I know other people have in different parts of the city and up the mountain (of course), but Juniata's missed it so far.

I remember one night when I was dating Chris, I left his house in a storm and when I got to Juniata there wasn't one light on.  All the streetlights and stoplights were out.  It was eerily dark.  I had to use my phone to see to go in the house and to my room.

I am so tired.  I woke up with a migraine, barely choked down a Slimfast, went to get blood work done, and then mom dropped me at work.  I took three Top Care Migraine Formula pills (they still haven't put Excedrin back on the shelves?) and then my blood sugar crashed.  At least my migraine went away!  But now that I've eaten, I'm sleepy.  And my legs hurt.  Is it Friday yet?

5 minutes

5 minutes until we log the phones out.

Today is a bad bone day.  My hand, chest, hip, and back are bothering me.  BALLS, I just realized I forgot to take my Vitex.  *sigh*  I also cannot think straight today.  It's definitely time for me to go home.

Chris started work again today.  I probably won't see him tonight; I have to take Damian to preschool tomorrow through Thursday.  I thought about walking to work today, but Chris dropped me off.  I think it's going to rain tomorrow...at least, that's what my bones feel like it's going to do.

I was a walking feind this weekend...probably part of the reason I hurt.  I bought some biotin and have been taking that along with a multi-vitamin w/ iron, Vitex, and calcium +D3 and I actually think it's helping me walk longer on the treadmill and not get so tired.

One minute...gotta run!

Chest pains

Tomorrow the weight loss challenge begins.  We get weighed in.  Can't wait to see what I'm up to.  =|  I'm definitely going to try to walk on the treadmill.  Don't know how I'm going to do any other kind of exercise; my chest has been hurting for the past couple weeks.  Just bending over to get clothes out of the dryer today was alarmingly painful.  Seems to be twisting movements.  I feel like my breastbone might crack or something.  It's still bothering me now, even though I took three ibuprofen.

I did some research...on myself.  I copied and pasted my old blog into a MS Word file and edited it to maybe one day be a book.  Well, I looked up when my face started bothering me the first time.  It was Jan. '05.  Seven years ago.  I've been dealing with this cycle of eczema/steroid cream for seven years.

Maybe I should go to a holistic healing person.  Get a detox foot bath and have my palms read.  I need to do something.  Every time I go to the doctor they think nothing's wrong with me.

Weird soreness

Yesterday, I woke up feeling like my cat scratched me on the neck.  Nothing was there, though.  As the day progressed, my neck got more and more sore.  I took some ibuprofen and went to sleep, but when I woke up today it was the same, even worse.  Now other parts of my body are following suite.  I will feel random sore spots on my skin.  It's really weird.  I'm not sure what to do, other than take pain pills.

Alien baby

Last night an alien baby tried to crawl out of my rib cage...or at least that's what it felt like.  My ribs are at it again.  Moving and shifting or whatever the hell fibrous dysplasia makes them do.  I was tossing and turning.  If it wasn't my ribs, it was either side of my neck.  It ached, like I was out in the cold.

Ugh.  My ribs are still hurting as I type this.  Every time I breathe or stand up.  I had to sleep on my back last night.  Ew, do you know how much that sucks?

I must be getting old...

Or it's my pillows.  Or mattress.  Or both.

I wake up in pain every day.  My neck, shoulders, and wrists/hands.  My tendonitis has really been bothering me; there's a nice pillow of swelling over my hand.  I can feel it jiggle when I move.  I don't know what I'm supposed to do.  I can't NOT use my hand.  It's my right hand!  But I'm losing more and more movement in it.  I tried to draw digitally tonight and I just can't do it anymore.  I used to sit and work on web page layouts for hours at a time, using the mouse to select intricate things, pixel by pixel.  Not only can I not physically do it with my hand, it's really hard for me to see, too.

Holy crap, I'm not even 28 and a half.....am I having my mid-mid-life crisis?