I've had a bit of a rough time sleeping lately. (I started to write this last night, and then I slept for 9 hours, the brain fog has cleared. Hooray). It's been a case of IF IT'S NOT ONE THING IT'S ANOTHER . . . (more on the other sleep issues in my next post).
For starters, I saw a rheumatologist about my pinky fingers.
* Trust me when I say I feel silly talking about my ailing pinkies. I mean, what? It sounds so wussy. Like, get a real ailment. Am I right? To be clear: HEY UNIVERSE: I am not wishing for a real ailment - I'm just stating that it sounds silly. Also, I bet you don't realize how much you utilize your pinkies. I sure didn't. They seem like they could easily avoid heavy lifting, but I'm here to tell you that they do get called into service by default more than one might think.
Anyway, they stared hurting in the fall of 2019. Remember when the doc get me groggy in order to go in and pop the cyst that she was blaming? Only the big-ass long needle just gabbed at my uselessly. There was no cyst. But hey, thanks for trying - because that was fun.
I was groggy, but not groggy enough. This was her diagnosis AFTER I had my ring cut off because she ordered a million MRI, x-ray, and what not type photos.
I gave up, but they really hurt. Coach urged me to go to a different doctor that a few of his patients rave about. He's a big deal, the doc not Coach. I went a few months ago, and you know what, I'd fake a sore knuckle just to hang out there. Delightful people at every turn, the doctor, who was interested in me and what I do for fun, etc., the nurse, the lady who drew my blood . . . and I think we all know how I crumble at the hands of a phlebotomist. I know spas are all the rage, but if I want a pick me up, you'll find me hanging at my rheumatologist's office even though I have to drive into the city to get there.
|2019 when I still wore|
my college ring.
He suggested a steroid pack. I knew what this meant because I've tried those for asthma. They mess with my sleep. This round was no different. But hey, the pinky pain improved by like 80%. Wow. If the left one got bumped or grazed though, it still sent me through the roof. No pain when bending though.
I think we also all know how much I LOVE my sleep. Not a long term fix.
|present day pinkie|
Doc: If it was gonna spread, what's it waiting for?
Cute, right? Like my knuckle-con-funkle has a personality.
I've heard that celiac disease can mess with joints. He isn't sure that is the cause.
Anyway, on my next visit we'll discuss what to try next. We tried steroids just to see what the pinkies would respond to. Sadly, I feel like since I finished that one week steroid pack the pain has intensified. Dang.
Speaking of sleep issues, my sleep might get messed up when . . . Coach and I fly to Budapest. WHAT? We flew out on Tuesday, as in tomorrow. Fly home the 30th.
I know, I never mentioned that we finalized our plans. Planning this trip was an undertaking. Coach's work schedule and our two different mindsets and us rarely in a room together to discuss and him gone for 3 weekends in a row essentially - well, it's been a challenge. But - we're going. Hoping I'll find GF options while there. Ed has been doing some research for me.
|I'm not bringing all of this. This is my think-it-over pile. The weather looks great, 60's. I'm trying to remember what that's like and how to dress for it.|
I'm still posting while I'm away. My comments might be delayed, but I sure hope you still comment because how lovely to be in WIFI and realize that I have messages. Please pray that the kids behave and that Finn doesn't eat all the furniture or something.
We were supposed to go to Florida over spring break, but we bumped that to April 12th (at night)- 16th. Near Fort Meyers, I think. Mini had no school two days because underclassmen like Reg are supposed to take PSAT. He's skipping PSAT. Then they're skipping Friday and Curly is skipping 3 days of 8th grade. Reg's coach for his new scout team is NOT happy. Reg misses 2 practices and a game. *Sigh* He'd told me when we registered that Reg couldn't skip when he is U17. He's U16 this year, so get off my back.
Have you ever felt like you need a vacation after a vacation? Look at me, making that happen. Any doctors that you enjoy visiting? Maybe I just need to get out more so my doc office isn't my favorite place.