So, the dr's appointment actually went well. Yes, I have what my neuro told me. Sjogrens disease and fibromyalgia. The course of treatment is the same as my prior doc wanted, and that is where the problem lies. I go to these guys for help, but do not want to take their pills. And yet, I have no choice. Most people have sjogrens as a secondary problem to another immune system disorder. The fact that mine is primary is a cause for concern, as it creates big, and sometimes very serious health issues. It has caused my peripheral neuropathy, and my rheumotologist wants to do some research on how to proceed in that area, as he said it is rare to find a case like mine. So, I am back on a medication that I have tried in the past but couldn't function well on, and at a smaller beginning dose as I have little tolerance for such drugs, and on a different medication which is supposed to help me to be able to reduce the gallons of water and club soda I drink each day, and help with the other "dry" issues, like eyes full of sand. I was not happy to learn that 5-7% of those with my problem develop lymphoma. So, yea me. Bleh. You know, every day we age, there is just another issue to deal with. I think the point of the growing older game is staying lucky and healthy enough to not to have to deal with the biggies.
You know, of all the things I learned yesterday, and there were many, I found out that my cholesterol was over 200 and that probably upset me the most. Just call me fatty mcbutterpants. I have got to get back to exercising, and would love that more than anything, if they could control the pain so that I can. It is just a damned vicious circle. I have not gained weight, at least I don't think I have, I always allow five pounds difference between my scales and the dr, and I weighed 2.7 pounds more there. I need to get on my scales here, don't I? I just feel fat. Too much being stuck inside, no movement at all...I suppose I am going to have to break down and join the gym so I can swim...again, bleh. I know I will not want to go jump into a cold pool in the winter, even though the pool is inside and the water is heated. It will just about kill me.
I did a little cat sitting yesterday evening, Mr Tonka came for a visit. I have him most evenings these days, Mark is working two jobs and has LONG, LONG days. Too long for a kitten to be left alone. I love having him here, but like a toddler, he gets into everything. EVERYTHING. He makes me laugh until the breaking starts. I swear there is no place that cat can't get to. NOTHING is safe. :)
Happy Wednesday. :)