Good morning. It’s Professional Patient Day. This morning I am rarin’ to go…first stop, consultation for orthodontist for Robyn.
So! Braces will start this summer after Bobbi’s east coast trip. Yay, 6k. That rhymes.
Dropped Robyn at school, made it to ENT F/U appt @10:15.
Cough therapy scheduled for tomorrow. Cough has been worse last four days. She peaked in my nasal sinus and saw pus. Yuck. Cednifir 10 days.
Noticing such swelling in my feet and legs. My hands large and joints painful.
Home for a second. Mail post. Drive to Round Rock. Appt @14:15 w Anthony.
Still energy – bouncing off the walls
Anthony gets the whole story of the month: GI, GYN, HRT, MD, PSYCH NP, ENT, CT, SI & ABX, NEURO, ONB/TPI, EMDR. I am so blessed to find him; he never gives up on me, he’s encouraging and understanding.
And then I can talk to him about Karen. Anthony has been following the story with interest. His wife is an ED victim. He has quite an appreciation of the struggle Karen endures. Since he’s been right along side his wife, supporting her. He is so sad to hear the updates. He doesn’t understand how any surgeon would touch her. The only reason I can guess is money. The surgeon knew someone would cut her….at the persistence of her mental illness and her sick mother….why shouldn’t he make the dime if there’s a sure thing? I appreciate his honesty and input. He tells me about a place in Arizona – Remuda Ranch – where his wife found wellness FINALLY at age 21.
I finish up and am back in the car to get to Westlake for Lisa’s appt. My RA is getting angrier. Legs swol, hand joints tender, aching thighs, back, hips. I arrive in good time (rockstar patient 🌟).
Nick texts me during during appt: Can you bring my tech shirt to the school? Geepers catz, like I have time and stamina for this? Lord, protect me.
There’s a traffic drive home from Westlake…a stop at the pharma. Grab Nick’s shirt at home and drive it in.
My feet and RA are getting progressively worse. So uncomfortable. Must get home for green tea, manesium soak. I can’t go running inside the high school, chasing the boys around to present Nick his shirt he forgot (even tho it was fresh and ready this AM, left conveniently on the banister).
Marc shows up and runs the shirt inside. I can go home and soak.
By night time, I’m pretty sure that the swelling symptoms are progesterone related. I will stop progesterone pill and message GYN. No dinner tonight… Just leftovers for Marc and Robyn since the boys are at theater. I start my antibiotic, take a detox bath and go to bed.💜