I’m leaving for the Mayo Clinic later today. The rest of the week will be a whirlwind of x-rays, tests, and doctor consults. And if I play my cards right, a Margarita. Or five.
We’ve been able to rule out a few things through some blood work and testing. Basically, something is attacking my joints. They are effused (that’s fancy medical talk for FILLED WITH FLUID) and that is why I’m experiencing the pain. But there is no evidence of nerve damage.
I’m having more blood drawn before I leave town, because that’s what I do now. I give away my blood and parts of myself for the advancement of medical science. I’m some sort of medical anomaly, evidently. Which is awesome, because I never like to take the well traveled path.
The good news is that through some basic blood tests, I learned that my thyroid, blood count, cholesterol, sugar level, plus some other important stuff are all fine. I am extremely low in Vitamin D, but I attribute that to NEVER LEAVING THE HOUSE. But I can take a pill for that.
I’m still under orders to rest. {{{{Snicker}}}} Last Sunday, Fiddledaddy took the children to the water park ALL DAY, so that I could rest. I got all the sheets and towels washed and then spent THREE HOURS sewing badges on Cailey’s American Heritage Girls vest. And let me just say for the record that I’m racking up points with child #2 in the hopes that she will be the one to ensure I end up in a luxury nursing home in my twilight years. One with a spa, preferably.
Anyhoo. At the doctor’s appointment the next morning Fiddledaddy ratted me out to the doctor. And then the doctor gave me a slightly stern talking to. While Fiddledaddy sat there openly gloating. The reason he loves this doctor is because this doctor ALWAYS SIDES WITH HIM.
Okay, what’s wrong with this picture? A doctor tells you that you must rest and not do any housework, AND THIS UPSETS YOU. I don’t do rest. I’m a lousy patient. And I don’t care to take orders.
Perhaps the aforementioned Zoloft recommendation of my (former) orthopedic surgeon should be funneled to Fiddledaddy. He deserves it. He has put up with quite a bit from me lately.
But, at least I’m fun. And my hair looks good.
My hope is to blog live from the Mayo. At the very least I will Tweet from the Mayo. I’ll keep y’all posted and thank you, thank you, thank you for your sweet prayers and well wishes.
I feel certain that I’ll have answers soon.
But then what will I write about?
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