I’ve been pretty damn scarce lately. Here, on twitter, fb, email (yes, I might just owe you an email). And I’m really tired of telling you all that I’ve got “health stuff” going on.
So I figured I’d tell you an almost funny and completely true story from the past few weeks. One that seems to work as metaphor for lots of other things. Or not.
I’d been feeling good. Really good. In a lot of ways. My new medicine was working. I was exercising and eating well. Dating again. Happy.
But there was this one thing that wasn’t quite right. Something I’d been assuming was a side effect from my new new drugs and I was completely willing to live with it. Except each week it was getting worse.
I kept on trying to ignore it. The way I tend to try to ignore problems. But I realized that my lifelong habit of ignoring problems has never really served me well in the past. So I found a new internist (I hadn’t seen a non-specialist in a while and needed a new one) and dragged myself in.
That was about a month ago.
Here’s what’s happened since then:
I’ve had a bunch of doctors appointments and lots of tests. More doctors appointments and tests on the calendar for this week and next.
My new doctor gave me a really nasty cold. She didn’t mean to, but she did. I still have it and it isn’t responding to any medicine. I’ve been ordered to stay home and rest. This tends to happen with me every once and a while. The stress of everything that’s going on now… my immune system just really isn’t into fighting germs. I guess.
I couldn’t leave well enough alone and now… well. Everything is probably fine. I have a silly cold and a few of my parts don’t work as well as they should. But I’m probably fine. BUT if I’d just ignored the original problem, I wouldn’t have caught the cold and I’d be blissfully ignorant of whatever issues they’ve uncovered until they became BIG DEALS. Or never.
I honestly have no idea why I’d telling you any of this. I suck at blogging lately. I guess I just wanted to let whatever readers I still have know what’s going on. And to let folks know that there are some folks in the blogging community who are going to be posting here, to keep the site going.
I just don’t have the energy to deal with this part of my life. Mental, physical, otherwise. I just need to focus on being well and stuff.
I’m sure there are people who are wondering about the whole, “single sick girl” thing. I have nothing to compare it to. I can tell you that I have amazing friends and family who’ve offered to come to doctors appointments with me in the past few weeks. And that I prefer to do this stuff on my own. That I feel loved and cared about. Having a significant other or kids wouldn’t make what’s going on right now any less scary or miserable. Maybe it would be less lonely. But I don’t know. Knowing me, I probably wouldn’t be very good at sharing my feelings.
Be back when I’m back.
Tags: health, Sick