I will never understand how it is possible that Wednesday comes around this quickly. I seem to never be able to get anything done on Monday and Tuesday, and then – boom – I am supposed to post an update on my weekly progress. As you may have guessed from that opening, I haven’t gotten much done yet this week.
It doesn’t look like I have worked on my novel at all. I have blogged on schedule and done okay on my reading, am almost caught up on our Tuesday Bible Study book. Have also done okay on the exercise, though I’ve still been eating too much, thus, haven’t lost any weight.
I’m also going to go completely off subject here, as I have another issue that I need to come up with some answers to. I have some kind of arthritis. I know, I work in a medical clinic, so I should get this diagnosed and treated properly, except that I’ve never seen any of my patients get much relief from conventional treatment, no matter what kind of arthritis they have.
My hands and fingers ache so bad all the time that sometimes I can hardly do my job – pumping up the blood cuff or shooting off the cover of temperature probe. I keep switching my mouse from my right to my left hand so that neither one gets too tired. Typing doesn’t hurt yet, but I am afraid that day is coming as well. And I don’t know what to do about it.
Glucosamine Chondroitin and Fish Oil haven’t helped. I’ve tried different lotions and potions, but besides not working, I’ve got aches and pains all over my body and submerging myself in something doesn’t seem the answer. The orthopedic doctor I talked to a while back said I should take ibuprofen twice a day, every day, to help with the inflammation. Which does not seem like a long term solution, as eventually that is going to eat up my stomach.
I’ve looked up stuff on-line, but haven’t found anything promising. They mostly say this or that will offer relief from the pain, which would be great, but what is going to stop the progress of the disease?
What really causes me to panic is looking at my mom’s hands. She has got rheumatoid arthritis, osteoarthritis, gouty arthritis, and supposedly two other kinds of arthritis, which she has no names for. Her hands and fingers are gnarled messes. The end joints on most of her fingers are completely gone, so that the tips of her fingers just wobble. I know this because she can’t cut her own fingernails, so I have to do it and frankly it is disgusting.
I talked to our physical therapist today about my fears and he said, “yup, that’s what you have to look forward to.” No! Shoot me now!
I need to get past this, I realize. Anything could happen in the next 30 years before I am my mom’s age. And I’ve certainly rambled long enough.
I will get back on track tomorrow, and wrap up my week long goals by Sunday. I promise.
|My mom with my kids at Christmas 2014. That was 18 months ago and look at her hands then. They've only gotten worse.|