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hummingwolf) wrote2003-08-08 09:17 pm
hummingwolf) wrote2003-08-08 09:17 pm
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Friday Report
So I finally went to a doctor appointment today (your tax dollars at work!). Though I wasn't impressed by the look of the building the clinic is in or thrilled with how long I had to wait once I got there, I was pleasantly surprised by the doctor. She not only had heard of fibromyalgia, she asked the right questions and gave appropriate answers. Maybe the average doctor knows much more about fibro than they used to, or maybe I just got lucky. Either way, it's a good thing. Not that I know enough from this visit to tell you whether or not she's a good doctor, but she at least didn't impress me on first visit as a bad doctor. Given some of my past experiences, this is progress.
Now I've got a prescription for a painkiller--nothing fancy, probably a prescription-strength version of something you could get over the counter, since this is meant to deal with my recent acute hip pain rather than the chronic stuff. Also have a prescription for time-release Ritalin, which I'm less sure about. I told her that Ritalin (or its generic counterpart) has helped in the past with the cognitive problems, and I'm glad to have a new script for it; what I'm not so confident of is that the time-release version's a good idea. I'm used to being able to adjust my dosage a little based on my needs of the day, what my body's telling me; the new version is not only something that can't be adjusted that way, but in a total dosage a bit higher than what I usually took in a day and I'm not sure the increased dose is a good idea on a regular basis. We'll see. She didn't give me anything for the insomnia but instructions for calling the health plan about a therapist. Guess she figures the insomnia's a symptom of the depression, and she may well be right.
After the appointment I was a very bad girl. I'd heard that Kemp Mill Music is having a going out of business sale, so instead of determining to be fiscally responsible, I waltzed right into the store looking for something that I can't afford. Yes, I knew I'd feel guilty later, and I was preparing my rationalizations even before I walked through the door. So here is where I confess my extravagance, abase myself before you all, hanging my head in shame for spending (gasp!) $1.22 for two CDs.
Sorry, even I can't bring myself to feel shame about shelling out an amount of money I could replace by looking under the sofa cushions. These were even albums I genuinely wanted for years but never bought for some reason or other: Colin Hay's Transcendental Highway and Idha's Melody Inn. Yep, things could have turned out much worse.
Am now tired and hurty after spending too much of the day on my feet or in a seat. Walked a total of 3.5 miles (maybe more, though it's hard to tell in a neighborhood I don't know well), so I don't feel guilty about the cheesecake I bought (food stamps--your tax dollars at work!) on the way home either. Though frankly I wouldn't feel guilty about cheesecake anyway. Who, my friends, could spend a whole life avoiding cheesecake? No one, I tell you, no one! And there is no reason to avoid it. Cheesecake--one of the great blessings of life. No, 'tis not to be avoided. My only regret is not buying the chocolate-covered kind.
Now I've got a prescription for a painkiller--nothing fancy, probably a prescription-strength version of something you could get over the counter, since this is meant to deal with my recent acute hip pain rather than the chronic stuff. Also have a prescription for time-release Ritalin, which I'm less sure about. I told her that Ritalin (or its generic counterpart) has helped in the past with the cognitive problems, and I'm glad to have a new script for it; what I'm not so confident of is that the time-release version's a good idea. I'm used to being able to adjust my dosage a little based on my needs of the day, what my body's telling me; the new version is not only something that can't be adjusted that way, but in a total dosage a bit higher than what I usually took in a day and I'm not sure the increased dose is a good idea on a regular basis. We'll see. She didn't give me anything for the insomnia but instructions for calling the health plan about a therapist. Guess she figures the insomnia's a symptom of the depression, and she may well be right.
After the appointment I was a very bad girl. I'd heard that Kemp Mill Music is having a going out of business sale, so instead of determining to be fiscally responsible, I waltzed right into the store looking for something that I can't afford. Yes, I knew I'd feel guilty later, and I was preparing my rationalizations even before I walked through the door. So here is where I confess my extravagance, abase myself before you all, hanging my head in shame for spending (gasp!) $1.22 for two CDs.
Sorry, even I can't bring myself to feel shame about shelling out an amount of money I could replace by looking under the sofa cushions. These were even albums I genuinely wanted for years but never bought for some reason or other: Colin Hay's Transcendental Highway and Idha's Melody Inn. Yep, things could have turned out much worse.
Am now tired and hurty after spending too much of the day on my feet or in a seat. Walked a total of 3.5 miles (maybe more, though it's hard to tell in a neighborhood I don't know well), so I don't feel guilty about the cheesecake I bought (food stamps--your tax dollars at work!) on the way home either. Though frankly I wouldn't feel guilty about cheesecake anyway. Who, my friends, could spend a whole life avoiding cheesecake? No one, I tell you, no one! And there is no reason to avoid it. Cheesecake--one of the great blessings of life. No, 'tis not to be avoided. My only regret is not buying the chocolate-covered kind.
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so glad you saw the doc and were understood. that's crucial. i hope the meds make you feel much better. no antibiotic, though?
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No, no antibiotic--I didn't tell the doc about the infection since I haven't been feeling it for a few days. Mostly wanted to focus on getting relief from the pain so I can sit here at the computer longer. :-)
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I think the doc is right about the insomnia. I tend to stay up too late when I feel depressed. Then again I stay up to late when I get manic too, so, eh.
Sounds like things are on the upswing, especially with new music to listen to while you eat cheese cake.
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I think you may be right...
To CB: If I were you, I'd go back and get the chocolate covered cheesecake too. I won't tell!
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Re: I think you may be right...
::hugs::