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Losing It

I’m thrilled to report that I stepped on the scale on Sunday morning, and saw a number that I hadn’t seen in many months.  It seems that when my knee went south in January, and all exercising ceased, followed by a good deal of self-pity eating, well, I packed on a good 10 to 12 pounds.

In the last month I’ve been eating very healthfully, especially after learning that diseases of the auto-immune system (namely R.A.) are greatly affected by diet.  I’ve lost 10 of my pity pounds.  And I’m looking forward to losing another 10 to 12 for good measure.

Interestingly, one of the side affects of high doses Prednisone is said to be a GREATLY increased appetite.  And thankfully I haven’t experienced that so much.  But the side affect of ALL THE CRAZY?  Well, I’ve been dealt that in spades.  I’ve had a constant headache for the last 6 days, and I’m on an emotional roller coaster that even in the throws of PREGNANCY HORMONES I’ve never experienced before.  Ever.

It has been like a strange out of body experience.  But without the psychedelic drugs.  I suppose.  I’ve never done psychedelic drugs, but I did live through the 60’s.  But I was an adolescent…

Oh, how my mind wanders.

My knee still hurts like a son-of-a-gun, and I’m having a rather hard time NOT directing angry thoughts at my former orthopedic surgeon.  And while I promised I’d take it easy over the weekend, I somehow found myself at Epcot on Saturday night.

Fiddledaddy intended to take the children away so that I could rest, do paperwork, make out my mental will, or whathaveyou.  And while that was a fabulous idea, I noticed that I was getting a good deal of the willies while sitting still focusing on numbers.  Really.  It was like all the numbers were mocking me and trading places with one another so that NOTHING WAS ADDING UP.

When I began arguing with one receipt in particular, Fiddledaddy gently asked me if I’d like to go to Epcot with them.  I haven’t moved that fast in months.  Before he could get the sentence out I had my leg brace strapped on and was waiting by the door.

We got there when the weather had cooled off, and we could park up front because of my temporary handicapped doo-da.  Fiddledaddy procured a wheel chair for me and the children then took turns running me into walls, park patrons, and stray shrubbery.

A good time was had by all.  Truly, I don’t know when I’ve enjoyed myself more at Epcot.  We only spent a few hours there, but I was able to ride two of my favorite attractions, Soarin’ and Spaceship Earth.  Neither of which flung me around or upside-down.  Which is more than I can say for the drivers of the wheelchair.  But I’m not one to complain all that much…

Me & an offspring on Spaceship Earth

I will be off of the Prednisone in a few days, and I’m hoping to return to mental normalcy.  Which I’m not even sure I’ll recognize anymore.  But what they heck, party on.

Happy Monday, my sweet friends.

Setbacks and Saving Grace

It seems that I’m one of those kind of people that does not understand moderation.  After a few days of feeling pretty normal, in that I could walk about short distances without my leg brace, lift my arms HIGH ABOVE MY HEAD, and could get back to the business of getting stuff done.  Well.  I may have overdone it.

Perhaps it was the Blizzard Beach trip this week.  Perhaps it was jumping back in to volunteering at Awana.  Perhaps it was 6 loads of laundry on Thursday.  Hard to tell.  But on Thursday, I was walking down the hall, stepped down on my bad leg, and had SHOOTING PAIN THAT MADE ME WANT TO SAY REALLY REALLY BAD WORDS.

But I didn’t, because I was home alone with SIX impressionable children.  I hobbled to get my leg brace, a Tramadol, and an ice pack.  Not necessarily in that order.


So now I’m back on my brace AND crutches.  I called the various doctors that treat me, and they all agree that ice is my friend.  Of course Fiddledaddy went straight to the internet, and the warning label on my Prednisone.  It seems that one of the happy by products of Prednisone is that it sucks the calcium right out of your bones, and WHAT LUCK, at the same time I’ve gone off of dairy.

So, now I’m taking an extraordinary amount of Calcium supplements.  And while I should be resting today, I took the children to their homeschool park day.  Because another happy by-product of Prednisone in high doses, is THAT IT MAKES YOU CRAZY.

I’m not even kidding.  In the last 2 days, I feel like I’ve been going to jump out of my skin.  When I’m not abusing the box of lotion infused Puffs Tissues, that is.  I knew that if I didn’t get me AND these children out of the house I was going to end up on the news.  And not in a happy feel good kind of story.

I plan to hole myself up at home this weekend.  Clutching a carton of Hagen Daz Mango Sorbet.  WHICH HAS NO DAIRY.  And btw, it is not self pity eating.  It is self preservation.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

I know that this diagnosis of R.A., the treatment, and my finding my way back to health is going to be a roller coaster ride.  And I’m so grateful for you all joining me on it.  🙂

Your continuing words of encouragement and prayers have truly been sustaining me.  And your comments are priceless and make me laugh.  Have a fabulous weekend!  I pinky swear I’ll be a good girl and stay put.

Will blog for kitchen tips

Recently I was asked to be a Samsung Helpful Home participant.  {{{{Snicker}}}}  If Samsung were to get a load of my home at the moment, they would immediately send a crew to overhaul my kitchen.  I blame it on the fact that I’ve been on crutches for the better part of 9 months, and I lost the will to mop the floors.  Even if I could.

If you’ve been following my saga, you know that I have recently been FINALLY diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis.  And I wanted to give you a gigantic praise report and tell you that I started on the Methotrexate (no side affects so far…woot) last Friday, and I’ve been on Prednisone for two days.  Already, HUGE IMPROVEMENT.  The pain has decreased dramatically, and I was able to brush my own hair this morning.  And I absolutely adore my new Rheumatologist here in town.  She has given me reason to believe that I will be back to normal (whatever that is) and I will not simply have to rely on my coping skills.  Thank goodness, because I cope by going fetal and covering my head with a blanket.

So, back to my kitchen sob story.  I was asked to share some helpful kitchen tips.  And I’ve got a couple of really really good ones.  Because once upon a time MY KITCHEN WAS CLEAN AND ORGANIZED.  But now I throw myself prostrate (if only I could and still get up) and ask you to hit me with your best kitchen organizational tips on my Samsung post (not this one).  Please head over to my review page and read of my tale of woe, as I show you the state of my kitchen.

Don’t judge me.