And here I wait…

Nothing serious is going on, really, despite the dramatic title. I’m supposed to be working on a story for Forbidden Publications, but instead I’m worrying about my husband. He’s up in Boston today to see his doctor; for the past couple years, he’s had a lot of physical issues that have only gotten worse. At this point, it’s a toss-up as to which of us hurts the most. He has a lot of the symptoms for fibromyalgia; I passed him a couple links one time after he asked a question about me, and it freaked him out because so many applied to him as well. 😕

Hopefully, they’ll arrange to get some tests done; it’s possible it could be a vitamin deficiency that’s causing the symptoms. If so, that’s easily treated with supplements. But if not… *sigh*

Meh. *crosses fingers*

Yeah, yeah… long time no post…

I hate winter. I truly hate it. Okay, that’s not totally accurate. I hate fall leading into winter. Once December is over with, I’m usually good. (Read: Once the whole light situation starts sorting its sorry ass out. Gotta love hate seasonal affective disorder.)

At least this year, I haven’t been depressed (more than my usual mood swings). The SAM-e I’ve been taking has worked very well for that, and it’s nice not to be fatalistic about, oh, everything all the time. 😛 I’ve just been exhausted and drained, in part due to dreading holiday obligations with the in-laws.

I think most everyone who reads this blog has probably already seen at Romance Divas or my LiveJournal, but just in case… Alan Morgan and I were married on December 20th. We kept it a small affair, in the office of our local town clerk (who is also a Justice of the Peace). Paul, who might as well be his brother, and his girlfriend came along and took pictures. If you’re interested in seeing the pics, click here. (Be warned of the impending cleavage. Ironically, my mother sent me the dress. ^_^)

… which means I now get to update everywhere I’ve had a bio mentioning him as “fiancé.” Dear gods. 😯

Fate Has It In For Me

I swear to gods, September has been the Month From Hell.

On top of the medical issues, there’s been a lot of personal stuff going on that’s very stressful, and I’d rather not talk about. Needless to say, it’s been heavily contributing to the overall issues with my fibromyalgia.

So what happens on Monday?

Our power goes out. >_< This time, it wasn't weather related. This time it was because the check for the electric company was in the mail, hadn’t yet reached them, and wouldn’t have been enough anyway. (Our electric bill runs about $400/mo for a small fucking apartment. Cost of living in this area is ridiculous.) Thank gods we were able to borrow money from a friend to get the power turned back on, as they wanted an exorbidant amount up front.

*beats head against keyboard*

Can I get off this fucking roller coaster already? Please?

Update

Regarding the doctor’s visit, I didn’t actually go till Thursday. (I ended up rescheduling because I had bad insomnia the night before and was afraid I’d fall asleep on the bus… which would not be a good thing when I don’t know the area too well.)

Of course, they had no clue what happened. The doctor was very sympathetic, but utterly baffled. Basically, she asked me to get the records transferred and they’d take a look and see if maybe the other hospital had missed something on the ultrasound or CT scan. And if the pain came back, to come in again.

So I come back home, and the phone’s ringing as I walk through the door. It’s my mom, and I chat with her a bit about the whole medical experience. And she’s like, “Extreme pain about the middle of the back, feels like someone threw a knife across the room into it?”

Me: “Exactly!”

Apparently, except for the location, it’s precisely the same sort of thing she and everyone else in her family who hasn’t had their gall bladder removed goes through every so often. How lovely. She said if it’s one or more small gall stones, it wouldn’t necessarily show up on a CT scan, and mentioned a home remedy to try that’s worked for her. Olive oil and beets, oddly enough. o.O

I figure it can’t hurt to try. 😛

That was just soooo much fun…

Yeah, right.

Around 5AM yesterday morning, I started having severe pain in my back, about an inch to the right of the spine, mirrored at my abdomen. Thinking that it might possibly be muscle tension and pain, I took a muscle relaxant and an ultram.

Both of them did absolutely nothing. Instead, the pain got worse, to the point it felt like I had something stabbing, and I thought I was going to either throw up or pass out — or both. I did a bit of research online and it looked like the top three issues with those symptoms were a kidney infection, kidney stones, or appenticitis.

In other words, nothing to fuck around with. I don’t drink anywhere near as much water as I should, so I consider myself predisposed for kidney/bladder problems (amazingly, haven’t had any issues to this point *knocks on wood*). My aunt had appenticitis around my age, too, so… yeah. I called the off-shift doctor at my doc’s office to confirm, and he said that I probably should go into the ER then (6AM) because I’d get treated faster than if I went later in the afternoon.

My male, however, was at work, and wouldn’t get home till about noon. Since it wasn’t “urgent,” I expected that I’d need to pop a vicodin (still have some leftover from tooth extraction a year and a half ago) and wait. But he’s like, “Um. No. I’m coming home and we’re taking you to the doctor now.

As my doctor and the hospital network are in Boston, we ended up going to one out-of-network (but still covered by insurance) nearby, the Caritas Norwood Hospital. We got there around 7:30/8ish and I got whisked into the back faster than I expected. As in, I’d pick up my book to read and someone would call me to get my vitals taken, get the registration done, get called back… yeah.

They did urine tests, blood tests, and an ultrasound. They didn’t actually medicate me for pain till I got the ultrasound results back around noonish (at which point I asked my male be brought in from the waiting room, which they did very promptly), because what they gave me would depend on what was wrong. I don’t have a kidney stone or infection, but something in my blood counts was high, so they were very concerned about appenticitis.

So the nurse had me drink this stuff that tasted like banana kaopectate (if there is such a thing) and hooked me up with 2mg of morphine. It took down most of the pain but didn’t kick it all so after an hour or so, she gave me another dose, and… um. That’d be the first time in about three years that I haven’t hurt at all, which is disturbing, in a way. Cause even through ultram or vicodin, I still hurt. Just not as much. Nice to know, though, that I don’t react badly to morphine. Reacted with me a bit like ultram, actually, only stronger on the pain-killing side.

On the somewhat amusing side, I was bored out of my mind at this point, having finished the books I brought (and my directionally clueless male isn’t familiar with Norwood so couldn’t go buy me something at a convenience store), so I sent him to get some scratch paper from the nurses. Finished part of a chapter, got brought in to get the CAT scan done, came back, finished the chapter and started another….. 😛

Around 6PM (they were swamped that day; the nurse actually said it was unusual how many people they had in), the doc came in again to talk to me. The CAT scan results came back fine. I don’t have appendicitis and they didn’t show anything else wrong in either the abdomen or pelvic region (as they did both to be thorough).

They suggested that given my PCOS and enlarged ovaries, it may be gynecological (the nurse mentioned that if I’m ovulating, it could cause that sort of pain with the PCOS… but I’m pretty sure birth control is supposed to prevent ovulation), and offered to schedule me an appt with their clinic there… but as my network is up in Boston, that really wouldn’t work, insurance being picky and all that.  So they discharged me with a script for vicodin (nothing stronger because if it got worse, the doc wanted me to know it rather than have it completely masked by a strong narcotic) and I have an appt with a gyn at my primary doc’s office in the morning.

I’m still hurting but nowhere near as bad… hopefully, we can find out what’s wrong. If something’s wrong. (I mean, I would hope I wouldn’t end up on morphine for nothing.)

*sighs* I hate my body.

*whimper*

Okay, so we had the evil heat on Wednesday. That night, we got in a major-ass storm (looooots of lightning, squee) that cooled down the place some … and knocked out our power. For over twelve hours.

No AC with 98F degree heat, with two people who start getting heatsick at 85? Not good.

We ended up camping in the lobby at Morgan’s work, cause he didn’t think they’d care (they didn’t), and then stayed with a friend/co-worker of his for awhile, till Morgan started falling asleep around 4:30ish.

So we go home. STILL NO POWER.

Eventually, we managed to get to sleep… and there was power in the morning.

Of course, around 11AM, the power started flickering, and went out. Totally. Again. We called the electric company, and apparently several sub-stations in the area were having trouble from the heat, along with a lot of storm/heat damage in the general area. So we drove down to the Borders, which is about 45 minutes away, and camped out there till 9PM — which was the estimated time of repair — only to find, again, no power.

Fortunately, it had cooled off by then…. but not by much. Power came back on sometime in the night and has stayed up since.

*crosses fingers and hopes that it stays up from here on out, cause this was just fucking MISERABLE*

Enter the Photo Slut

Okay, well, not really. I only took a few pictures this morning, because I recently dyed my hair and I wanted to get pics before it fades. (That and the photo I have up is about a year old at this point.)

So, if you’re interested, clicky the link below. (I hope this shows up in people’s RSS. I’ve never tried it before. >_< ) Continue reading “Enter the Photo Slut”

Will be away…

Some of y’all may have already seen this on LiveJournal or Romance Divas. I’m flying out to Washington this afternoon because my “mama cat,” Owl, has advanced cancer and they don’t expect her to make it two weeks. She’s fourteen years old and just about raised me during some rough times in my life, so I want to see her before she passes on.

I will have internet access, but I won’t be around reliably. If anybody needs to contact me, I can be reached at [email protected]