I went to the rheumatologist today to do three things: 1) get set up with a new doctor, 2) talk about adjusting my main medication, and 3) ask about the current knowledge regarding fibromyalgia.
I like this doctor. He asked a lot of probing questions, such as "if you think you are having problems with mental acuity, why are you here rather than seeing a neurologist" and "who told you that the gabapentin might be causing such a problem." I figured these were good questions because firstly, I never even considered seeing a neurologist because the lack of mental acuity has gone on for so long (although it seems to have been getting worse, but then the last few years have been extra stressful) and I haven't seen any other odd neurological signs. At least none that I'd peg as such.
As for the second question, I told him that it had been suggested by friends who are or have been on gabapentin and found that this is a possible side effect. it has also been suggested by mental healthcare providers, too.
He was curious about everything dealing with my health, including my mental health. And then he gave me great insight into his interest in my mental health (and I really should have made this cognitive leap). The current understanding is that fibro is not a body problem at all: it's a brain problem. Specifically, it's a brain chemistry problem. And that is the center of the entire fibromyalgia universe.
It's why all the currently approved meds for fibro are brain-related rather than body-related: gabapentin, and its cousin Lyrica, are originally anti-seizure meds; Cymbalta and its cousin Effexor are anti-depressants that are both serotonin and norepinephrin re-uptake inhibitors; and a final medicine that I didn't get written down in time so I've forgotten the name, is also an anti-depressant. Doctors are trying to regulate fibro and its symptoms by manipulating brain chemistry. it makes sense.
I knew already about how fibro was considered a neurological disorder rather than a joint/muscle disease, and that gabapentin was an anti-seizure medicine. The point of using it is to quiet the brain impulses or transmitters or whatever is going wonky (yes, it's a technical term; why do you ask?) in the brain.
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Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Can't find it in the classifieds
Wanted: Help.
Help with bringing order to my apartment. Help with finding work. Help with paying bills. Help with not getting so consumed with anxiety over these things that I simply pop.
I have a couple of small projects coming up, but not with anyone who can afford to pay me full price. Yes, I do have a sliding fee scale. Extremely small businesses and individuals get a break, because they have very little spare cash. And that's who I seem to be working for right now. When I work.
The money I had left from before, plus the money my mom gave me, plus some of the other is shrinking much too quickly. It was a lot of money, but between me and the estate, it's going, going.
Health insurance is just about prohibitively expensive for me. If you take even one medicine routinely, you can't get individual health insurance; you have to buy it from the High Risk Pool. Which is far more expensive in Houston that it was in Oregon. And I have a much higher deductible. I'm thinking of doubling the deductible so I can lower the monthly cost. The cost went up significantly when I turned 50. Lucky me.
My rent is not cheap, but it certainly is not the most expensive around here. If I want to go significantly cheaper, I'd have to move into a unit that is too small for my stuff, or even for an actual dining table, or I'd have to move to places that I don't really want to live. And rent is going up at the end of my lease in a couple of months.
I have credit card debt, because I've been unemployed for a long time, except for bit and pieces, and I've had expenses.
If Mom's house doesn't sell soon, or if I don't get some real income soon, or if I don't win the lottery soon, I'm going to be hurting big time.
I am one scared kitty right now.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Feet
I have feet. My feet have problems. It's getting tiresome.
My feet began their latest annoying behavior in September. I'm still working on them. I have a new podiatrist and new orthotics. They are helping, slowly.
Today I bought new sandals, three pair, that will be helpful to my dreadful feet. Because in two days, my foot doc TAKES BACK MY ORTHOTICS!
Okay, he's taking them to modify them, but I did have to get something that would play well with my feet without the orthotics. And I needed sandals to wear with with capris and skirts. And three, well, they are all different, and I have white clothes and dark clothes and brightly colored clothes and thus have differing sandal needs and.... Which is weird because I have never been a shoe-girl before. I'm not really, but I do finally get the whole "girls need shoes" thing now. Because there are skirts, dresses, capris, shorts, crops, long pants. And there are casual, business casual, and formal (please, not that again). Sexy. Plain. For walking in during hot weather.
Guys only need three pair: business/business casual; athletic; and sandals, if they live in a warm place.
It sucks.
Being a girl is tough. Guys so couldn't hack it. Go Grrlz!
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