Monday, December 17, 2007

If 3 is good, 6 must be better


I just could not beleive how much of a blue funk I have been in. It is the pain and it is so loud I cannot see, feel or hear anything but. It snuck up on me. I am trying to be a good patient. I try to follow orders. I have been great since May of 1999. But now it is almost 2008...that is 9 ^^%&^^*^&^%&^$$*&5 years !!!!!
So the Lyrica that I was hoping would help I had over-ridden again. I was in so much pain I was up over 48 hours, I could not sleep. I wrapped all the presents and organized and tried to find something on the TV. I sat down and did a great deal of reading, I dare say as much reading as I could on Lyrica and through that I decided that if 450 mg were good, 900mg would be better. This drug has a 6 hour half life and so you have to have enough and overlapping to get the effect that you are searcing for. My Doctor is going to flip as he only has one other patient on the drug and she is still at 225mg per day.
The point is I need to be normal, I do not want the interuption of pain and I am tired of being patted on the head and told that there is notheing more they can do.
So I am going to make an appointment with the pharmasist to talk to him and get his spin on things. He know them, gives them to me and controls the amount that I get. I want to spend some time with the gatekeeper and hear his/her wisdom.
Christmas is soon here, and my husband and youngest child have the whole holiday off. I a thrilled that this perk is his.
The snow is pileing up and the house is almost ready. Just some baking to do.
God Bless Us Everyone!
Janet

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Advent


How differently the world is feeling this year. Maybe it is me, maybe it is the world....I am not sure. I am amazed at how little time there is to be responsible enough for the family my husband and I have created let alone be reponsible for reaching out and being accountable to others. I marvel and feel lesser when I notice someone with a capasity for neverending giving and no-one feels shortchanged. I feel shortchanged a lot by energy and there are many in my life who state all kinds of times that I short change them.
Being an artist makes me feel selfish. It is my job but it is the kind of job that has overtime everyday and invades everything. It would be nice to rise and leave and separte my life into states of time and effort that are more tangible to all... or to be making enough money that no one would think twice about interupting.
I feel lonely in this struggle. And I feel alone in my calling. It is a ministry and I feel as though I am struggling to stay on an even keel.
I need to get away from here, even for a short walk each day. This week will bring that and making my bedroom up each morning. If I cannot leave the house at least I can leave one room ready to come back to with no guilt.
I hate fibro and what it has and is doing to my soul. I am feeling older now.
Janet