these days i seem to measure the phases of my life by prescription and illness. it's getting frustrating. and i'm starting to lose my sense of humour over it all. especially when the tests all come back with indications that there is nothing major wrong.
so for those who are wondering how i've defined my life lately.... it starts with the major gout attack about 2 months back, and then continues in complications that seem to be related.
- gout attack
- swelling of the feat
- anemic, with extremely low blood count. seemingly caused by the drugs used to treat the gout.
- shortness of breath
- tiredness
- additional gout attack(s)
- continued anemia with a heavy iron supplement assisting in minor fashion
- unexplained serious swelling of the feet/legs for a long period of time. (this would be the latest.) possibly related to the arthritis. possibly related to the drug treatment(s).
monday will see ultrasound tests to make sure there are no clots or other complications in the legs. thursday will see an upper gi tract flouroscopy to find out if it is a hernia, and if there is internal bleeding.
i guess the doctor didn't see the humour when he asked if i knew what a hiatus hernia was, and i responded 'a hernia on a short leave?' oh well. he may be stymied, but at least he's worried.
with luck the reumatology clinic i'm scheduled for at the end of the month may have some answers.
really... that's all i want, is some answers. i'll be less whiny when i have some answers.
so for now, i'm stuck with my feet in the air, able to do nothing - feeling perfectly fine. other than looking like i stole frodo baggin's feet that is. with luck my life will become exciting as he drops by the house searching for them. maybe he'll bring gandolf (and whatever gandolf smokes to look so happy) with him.
i now return you to your much less depressing lives....
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