At least temporarily. It looks like Marian and I have both been gone for a while.
I'm using voice recognition to dictate this. I think I write better when I'm typing myself. But I'm trying to save wear and tear on my arms, shoulders, hands etc.
I leave Thursday for phoenix to bring Barry home. He graduates on Friday.
August 4 I leave for Durango. I'm going to the n.o.r.a. clinic to receive treatment for my brain! It's called neurotransmitter regeneration. They use amino acids, high doses of vitamins and other nutrients in an IV. I'll be there a little over two weeks. It should be much cooler there. It's been very hot here the past couple of weeks.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Maybe this will work
Contrary to popular belief, I am not sitting around the house with nothing to do. I am a procrastinator. I admit it. I envy people whose lives are in order. All emails answered, phone calls returned, they've refinanced their mortgage, they know they have the lowest insurance rates, all checks are deposited, all medical claims submitted, they have gardens, their cabinets are neat and organized, their house is clean, and on and on and on.
Combine my procrastination with not feeling well and you get a very long list of things to do. It feels awful. If I write it down, I feel better. I don't have to think about all the things I have to do anymore because they're on a piece of paper. I can check things off when I complete them. The only problem is, the list is never, ever finished. Every day, new things get added. One step forward, two steps back. Or vice versa. Sometimes there is progress.
Today, I had a brainstorm. Ouch. Each day, I'm going to make a 'list for today'. Just a few things I know I can accomplish. When I'm done, I'm done. If I feel like it, I can do 'extras' from the master list. Right now, it feels pretty good.
Combine my procrastination with not feeling well and you get a very long list of things to do. It feels awful. If I write it down, I feel better. I don't have to think about all the things I have to do anymore because they're on a piece of paper. I can check things off when I complete them. The only problem is, the list is never, ever finished. Every day, new things get added. One step forward, two steps back. Or vice versa. Sometimes there is progress.
Today, I had a brainstorm. Ouch. Each day, I'm going to make a 'list for today'. Just a few things I know I can accomplish. When I'm done, I'm done. If I feel like it, I can do 'extras' from the master list. Right now, it feels pretty good.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Holy Crap Batman
Effexor, Cymbalta. If your doctor ever mentions those words to you, run, run fast and very far away. Well, that's probably irresponsible of me. I'll just relate what happened (is happening) to me.
As I've mentioned before, I've had this fibromyalgia thing for quite a number of years. The medical community does not know how to treat this condition. So, they try different things. With my participation, of course. For several years, I was taking effexor with no apparent ill effects. Then my doctor thought cymbalta would work better to relieve some of the physical pain. Switching from effexor to cymbalta was fine. I was also taking wellbutrin. It's kind of like a cocktail, you see. A sprinkle of this, a dab of that. Then...my insurance company decided they didn't want to pay for two antidepressants, even though it's very common for people to be on more than one. So, with my doctor's advice, I tapered down on the cymbalta over several weeks. (Actually, he was going to have me do it over one week but it was obvious that that was too fast. When I started having withdrawal symptoms, his response was for me to keep taking it! So I could keep taking this drug forever because not taking it makes me sick. Hmmm)
The first 4 weeks after I stopped taking the cymbalta were pure hell. Headache, nausea, cold sweat. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed. I went on the internet searching for 'cymbalta withdrawal'. I found several sites where people discussed different methods for getting off. One person mentioned benadryl. I first bought a box of about 24. The next time, I bought the mega savings 200 bottle and it's time to stock up again.
I took the last dose of cymbalta on March 4th. If I don't take the benadryl, I am very depressed. Apparently, the withdrawal can last for months. So, I'm assuming that it can only get better from here. Let's hope so.
As I've mentioned before, I've had this fibromyalgia thing for quite a number of years. The medical community does not know how to treat this condition. So, they try different things. With my participation, of course. For several years, I was taking effexor with no apparent ill effects. Then my doctor thought cymbalta would work better to relieve some of the physical pain. Switching from effexor to cymbalta was fine. I was also taking wellbutrin. It's kind of like a cocktail, you see. A sprinkle of this, a dab of that. Then...my insurance company decided they didn't want to pay for two antidepressants, even though it's very common for people to be on more than one. So, with my doctor's advice, I tapered down on the cymbalta over several weeks. (Actually, he was going to have me do it over one week but it was obvious that that was too fast. When I started having withdrawal symptoms, his response was for me to keep taking it! So I could keep taking this drug forever because not taking it makes me sick. Hmmm)
The first 4 weeks after I stopped taking the cymbalta were pure hell. Headache, nausea, cold sweat. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed. I went on the internet searching for 'cymbalta withdrawal'. I found several sites where people discussed different methods for getting off. One person mentioned benadryl. I first bought a box of about 24. The next time, I bought the mega savings 200 bottle and it's time to stock up again.
I took the last dose of cymbalta on March 4th. If I don't take the benadryl, I am very depressed. Apparently, the withdrawal can last for months. So, I'm assuming that it can only get better from here. Let's hope so.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
I learned a very important lesson the other day
When you're having a bad hair day, don't reach for the scissors!
Saturday, March 21, 2009
What's a Brazilian?
This is a text message exchange between Barry and me today:
Sara: I forgot to tell you, the groomer gave Olive a brazilian.
Barry: Isn't that bestiality?
Sara: Only if you touch it.
Long pause....
Bary: What's a brazilian?
Then I called him on the phone.
Sara: I forgot to tell you, the groomer gave Olive a brazilian.
Barry: Isn't that bestiality?
Sara: Only if you touch it.
Long pause....
Bary: What's a brazilian?
Then I called him on the phone.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Blog? What Blog?
I'm still here. I have been sick as a dog for the last month. I think I'm coming out the other end now. Details to follow...
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