So, I was at my docs, we were almost done, and I had mentioned to the doc that I had some wax in one of my ears that I needed some help getting out, as my husband and I were looking into hearing aides.
So the doc had his nurse flush it out -ICK. But now its gone. Thats the good news.
A couple minutes later i mentioned that I was hearing a lot more - hmm what to call it - chattering in my ear. The doc and my hubby both lookedup and said what are you talking about. So I explained out the lovely lil noise that lives in my ears, now made even clearer by them being cleaned out.
My husband continued to look at me like I was from mars, or is it venus?
I have provided both of these men with all of the information on DD that is available to us on the internet.
Then I mentioned that playing on my son’s Wii game, I had injured my arm playing baseball. I threw a killer fast ball, but boy did I mess up my arm. The doctor felt it and said, yes, it feels like the muscle is swollen. In truth, there are lumps and bumps there that were not 5here before. Why can’t they feel them? I can feel it.
So then I asked the doc for a referral to a pyschiatrist. I was quite clear that I was not looking for a pain management person, but someone who could help me accept the direction my life is going in. And will continue goinin in until there is a cure.
Hubby says why you need that?? In truth, dealing with the fact that I have a progressive damaging illness that will last until I die, is very hard for me. I need some help. Most of my friends and family don’t believe it because they don’t want too, or because I don’t LOOK SICK.
Im sorry to ramble but I really got hurt today. So after 3 grueling hours at the doctors office, and another 2 hours to get there and back, when I got home I was exhausted. I was supposed to babysit my grandbabies from 7 PM until whenever my son and daughter in law got done with their party. I called, said can I cancell, I am exhausted. She said let me call you back, my son wasnt feeling well either.
They called back and said could I come at 8 PM instead, they would have the kids in bed. I agreed, its so hard for me to say no to them.
I got there, the kids weren’t in bed, but gave me minimal trouble, really. All is quiet. There I sit.
So - this is the good news. I decided to go Wii bowling. it is really close to the real thing, only i can do it sitting down, and the “ball” only weights as much as a remote.
I bowled a 245!! That was so awseome. My highest ever. Seven strikes in a row. Wow.
I left it on the screen for my son and daughter in law to see when they got home. I was soooooooooooooo proud of myself.
Well I waited and waited and waited, I had kinda figured my son and his wife would return early, knowing how exhausted I was. They returned around midnight. They oohed and ahhed over my game, and I got in the car to come home.
We only live 4 miles away. I am exhausted. I will pay a big big price for tonite. No one will believe that except you on this board.
Maybe I am being a baby. I guess i would just like to be appreciated.
And Believed. And Supported. Hubby hates it when I talk about lumps or bumps or other aspects of the disease.
Ok My rant is over. I don’t feel better but maybe I will.
Hugs/spooons/kisses//best wishes//fairy dust
Calle//Carin//AZ