So today I went to see my pdoc. Dr. Baron is cool. He specializes in pain patients which kicks since in addition to my ever so lovely bipolar & PTSD I've got chronic myofasical pain (last pain-free day was Oct '87) & fibromyalgia lalala yada yada yada. I got rid of the osteoarthritis in my knees when I got bionic knees in 2010 but now I've got the joy of arthritis in my other joints. wheeeee! The weather right now is rainy rainy righty wristy going crazy. I'm totally right-sided, even though I'm slightly ambidextrous, and that's where I have tons of fun stuff going on. I double dislocated my right ankle a few years ago and it hasn't been right (no pun intended) ever since. I was in a cast for some time but the swelling hasn't ever gone down. I'm constantly straining it. And because I have to compensate for it... well, you get the picture. Where was I?
Oh yeah. Dr. Baron. He asked how I was. HA! I just lost my first appeal for SSD. SSD seems to think I'm perfectly capable of working. Well, I went to Nashvegas to see Dr. Baron today. I didn't have anyone who could take me. This means I won't be able to leave my house for two days. Right now my pain level is at an 8. With the percocet. I'm depressed, anxious, in pain, and living on the edge. On Thursday night I get to have a titration study because the sleep study found that contrary to the last sleep study I had a couple of years ago, now I have sleep apnea. Wheeeeee! Hello, you stop breathing at least 7 times an hour while you sleep. Oh? Really? Okay. That sounds like fun.
So, what was I talking about? Oh yeah. Dr. Baron. He's upping one of my meds & gave me something prn for anxiety. This is good. I spent the weekend nursing the 'baby' of the house Audrey. She's 10 months old and had a fever of 105.8 which was 106 when the vet met us at his office on Saturday. He said it was a good thing we'd taken her in because we'd probably have lost her if we'd waited until Monday. I trust my gut. So, even though my husband thinks "oh we can just do it ourselves and save the money" my gut says go with the lawyer for the second SSD appeal. I'm not in any shape to do it. But Audrey got better very quickly and by yesterday was back to playing with her hair bands and making me laugh. Laughter is good. It helps.
I had four cats hanging around with me this afternoon once I got home. I haven't had fewer than two on the bed with me. They know what kind of shape mom is in and they want to make me feel better. Cats help me cope. I'm just trying to figure out who's going to clean their litterboxes when the kids graduate college. ::rueful grin::
Audrey & Star managed to talk Jennifer & Corwyn into fixing me dinner.