So, from my last visit I had a scare. It was a possibilty that my kidneys were in trouble, but it turns our everything is okay. And my doctor told me at my last appt on July 21st that my lupus was not active right now. I didn't expect her to say that. So that is great news. On the other hand I'm still extremely aching and still have to take Tylenol to go to sleep most nights.
I also went to a Retina specialist and he said my retina was attached and seems to be fine. So I may be able to have another surgery on my eye and possibly see out of it again. I don't even want to get to excited about that though. We'll just see how it goes.
Things are going Better
Never Good News
I just started going to a new doctor. I like her pretty well so far. She's young so I feel like she will be more willing to try new things and not keep me glued to the same old weight gaining steriods. Since I'm a new patient she ran every test known to man it seemed like. I had to give quite a bit of blood for all the tests she wanted. The results were not so great. My disease is definitely active. I could have told her that without the tests. But what I didn't know is my kidneys could possibly be affected. Will know more later. Have to do yet another test to confirm if this lupus is attacking my organs or not. Up until now it hadn't. Of course I always knew one day it would. You just hope that is later rather than sooner.
The new job is going okay. I would be much happier with it if it paid more. Doesn't quite cover everything. I'm used to more pay. When you make more money, you spend more money. It's not easy to downsize. I have salary bills with hourly pay. It doesn't quite add up. The only luxury I'm allowing for is driving my car instead of riding the bus. But that too may be a reality soon. There were a few teaching jobs still available. It's a long shot, but I'm still trying.
Looks like I will be substituting a few days a week to make ends meet. I don't mind doing it. I just don't know how I'm going to muster up the energy to accomplish it. Who knows. It may work out okay in the end. I'm tired of worrying about things.
Job Hunt Successful
I was finally able to snag a job. I'm to be an emergency dispatcher for an alarm company. Right now I'm in training. It's supposed to last 3-4 weeks. I actually in the last week now as I write this. There is so much to learn. All the codes and different ways to handle each call. It's a little stressful. I'm always worried that I'm going to do something wrong and cause a catastrophe. I'm a worrier if you hadn't noticed.
And my bronchitis doesn't help matters. It's getting better, but I still have trouble sleeping at night, which doesn't make for a cheerful morning person. Plus I really want to start back working out. I was doing so well before I was forced to stop due to heavy breathing and heavy pain afterwards. It has put my weight loss at a screeching holt. And I"m almost at my goal point. Bummer is the word that best describes this situation.
And my bronchitis doesn't help matters. It's getting better, but I still have trouble sleeping at night, which doesn't make for a cheerful morning person. Plus I really want to start back working out. I was doing so well before I was forced to stop due to heavy breathing and heavy pain afterwards. It has put my weight loss at a screeching holt. And I"m almost at my goal point. Bummer is the word that best describes this situation.
R.I.P Bernie Mac and Isaac Hayes
This is a sad note to report. I was saddened to hear of the passing of Bernie Mac and the very next day Isaac Hayes. Two very talented men who will both be dearly missed. Bernie, born Bernard McCullough, died from pneumonia complications at the age of 50. Isaac Hayes was found unconscious in his home by his wife near a still-running treadmill. Hayes was taken to Baptist Memorial Hospital in Memphis, where he was pronounced dead at 2:08pm.
Bernie's Bio
Isaac's Bio
Bronchitis Blues
My bronchitis has come back. UGH! I never really thought much of it until I had it. I thought I was having heart failure when it first worked its agony. I had my cousin drive me to the emergency room. It didn't take long to get me back since it made my breathing short and my chest hurt. That is one thing I found out about Emergency rooms. If you are having any kind of chest pains or breathing trouble, you go straight to the front of the line. They don't want anyone dying of a heart attack on their waiting room floor. So after a hour or so wait, I had x-rays and confirmed I had my first case of Bronchitis. It hurt like the dickens.
The doctor gave me antibiotics to take. They of course made me sick to my stomach, but I forced them down each day. Only to find out later it was pointless. I did some research on the we. Bronchitis goes away on its own. Antibiotics and pain killers are useless. You just have suffer. Hence, why I'm up in the middle of the night typing on my blog. The doctors give their patients this stuff basically like a placebo. It won't help but otherwise they would be angry that their pain is not relieved and they're leaving empty handed. It's just something to quiet our complaints.
Aleve is not working. And this surprised me, because it usually knocks out my worst pain with ease. The only relief I get is staying in an upright position. Not the best way to hold your body when you're trying to sleep, let me tell you. But it's the only way I can get even a little shut eye. When it went away I was ecstatic. Pain free sleep at last! And now it's back. I have no clue as to what I did to make it return. If I knew I would certainly rectify it. So here I sit, breathing shallowly to lessen the pain and wondering how long I will have to endure.
Moving Day
My sister asked me to go help her move yesterday. And I'm definitely feeling it today. I'm very sore. I didn't think I did anything that strenuous. Especially since I try to exercise 4-5 time a week. Granted it's light exercise, but still a workout nonetheless. And the movers did 95% of the work. We used discount movers, so we ended up helping a bit. Moving clothes (she has way to many clothes) and breakables and things. The stairs were killing me. I begged her to try to get a bottom floor apartment this time. But the upstairs was cheaper, so she went for that. I guess I can't blame her. She doesn't mind friends, but stairs are not my friend. I was awarded for the help with lunch. Mmmm lemon pepper chicken.
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