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Just hang on.
15 February 2008 23:37
This is coming. It really, truly is.
15 February 2008
1. One of the kittens pooed in my closet. I don't know which one, and I can't really blame either of them, because I had them closed up in my room while the adult females were prowling around for fresh kitten blood. But still . . . ewwwww.
2. Q and I shoveled the driveway yesterday. This morning Q barely made it out of the driveway to start her trip back to Chicago because it snowed again last night. So Dar and I shoveled again. Big damn driveway.
3. Then it snowed again. Almost got stuck driving out to go run some errands. And while we were out the winds picked up so the snow drifted. Almost got stuck driving back in.
4. More shoveling tomorrow.
5. Dar is sick again. I'm sick again.
6. Got my blood test results in the mail. Yay! My ANA titre which had been first 360 and then 640 . . . is now 2560! W.T.F. And that antiphospholipid (APS) test that I've been droning on about for several centuries now is finally done. The results are mixed, so it's a little worrisome, but it could have been worse. I'll be tested again in a few months, and that will help clarify things.
7. My left eye feels like a desert - dry and burning. I have a headache, a backache, a stabbing pain in my left eye, an electrical current running up and down my legs, my hands and feet are numb and tingling, my left wrist and left ankle feel sprained (they're not, they just feel that way), plus the standard nausea and fatigue continue to haunt. The hip pain is back (I'm actually laughing as I type this because really . . . this is just absurd now), and not only do I tip over, I now have started to have difficulty simply getting my legs to move. It's really weird; it's like the signal from my brain stutters and I find myself momentarily paralyzed in mid stride. I'm really, really looking forward to my next MRI on Tuesday.
8. It's not all gloom and woe. Lost continues to knock my socks off. I audibly gasped several times during last night's episode. And it was Sayid-centric, which is always of the good.
9. Dar made me me peanut butter and chocolate fudge. Because she loves me.
10. Four and a half weeks until spring arrives.
2. Q and I shoveled the driveway yesterday. This morning Q barely made it out of the driveway to start her trip back to Chicago because it snowed again last night. So Dar and I shoveled again. Big damn driveway.
3. Then it snowed again. Almost got stuck driving out to go run some errands. And while we were out the winds picked up so the snow drifted. Almost got stuck driving back in.
4. More shoveling tomorrow.
5. Dar is sick again. I'm sick again.
6. Got my blood test results in the mail. Yay! My ANA titre which had been first 360 and then 640 . . . is now 2560! W.T.F. And that antiphospholipid (APS) test that I've been droning on about for several centuries now is finally done. The results are mixed, so it's a little worrisome, but it could have been worse. I'll be tested again in a few months, and that will help clarify things.
7. My left eye feels like a desert - dry and burning. I have a headache, a backache, a stabbing pain in my left eye, an electrical current running up and down my legs, my hands and feet are numb and tingling, my left wrist and left ankle feel sprained (they're not, they just feel that way), plus the standard nausea and fatigue continue to haunt. The hip pain is back (I'm actually laughing as I type this because really . . . this is just absurd now), and not only do I tip over, I now have started to have difficulty simply getting my legs to move. It's really weird; it's like the signal from my brain stutters and I find myself momentarily paralyzed in mid stride. I'm really, really looking forward to my next MRI on Tuesday.
8. It's not all gloom and woe. Lost continues to knock my socks off. I audibly gasped several times during last night's episode. And it was Sayid-centric, which is always of the good.
9. Dar made me me peanut butter and chocolate fudge. Because she loves me.
10. Four and a half weeks until spring arrives.
