Monday, July 25, 2016
First, for those who followed my post about Bird, he is doing well for the moment. He pretty much hates us for shoving antibiotics down his throat for like a month, but he's healthy for now.
I, however, am currently something of a mystery. I've been suffering various pains and aches all year that nothing gets rid of. Over the counter stuff doesn't touch, prescription strength naproxen didn't touch it, and it definitely isn't going away after basically six months of misery and me freaking the fuck out on poor Sasha on a nigh-daily basis.
So the doctor definitely thinks something more is at play, but we don't know what. So begins the process of elimination with bloodwork, and sometime in the near future an appt with a rheumatologist to get their assessment and rule out other things.
In the meantime, I've been put on Cymbalta to manage the pain (it's also used to treat anxiety, which is not a bad thing). The past few days have been extremely fuzzy, and my ability to sleep is completely fucked right now, but hopefully it will settle in another week or so.
So if I seem weird or extra flaky or anything over the next few weeks, that is why.
Much love to everyone who has read and enjoyed The Pirate of Fathoms Deep. You've no idea how much your comments and positive reviews and messages have cheered me up. I'm super happy everyone is stoked for Heart of the Lost Star too, since it's been my favorite to write so far. Currently I am bouncing between Rene's story (#0) and story #4, which I had started, but then scrapped and am now trying to start over. But it's about Myra, and the rest will have to remain a mystery for now :3 :3 :3
And now I am going to try and take a nap, though I don't hold out much hope. I'm not kidding when I say this medicine looks at my need for sleep and goes FUCK YOU.
But I'm bound to collapse eventually ^^;;
I hope everyone has a good week! <3 p="">3>
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