At the moment, I’m hating life.  My wrist sucks.  The rest of my body sucks.  Looks like I might be in for a visit to a hematologist as the bruise on my hand/wrist keeps spreading.  Part of it is obviously healing and part of it (the part closest to the failed IV site) looks like a fresh bruise.  I fell down a step today and have a bruise starting where my wrist splint jammed into my arm.  I landed right on my bad wrist, so it’s a good thing the splint was on.  Nothing seems broken, just more pain than usual.

I’ve spent the weekend crying off and on.  Yesterday during PT, I was crying more out of frustration than anything else.  Not the sobbing type of crying, but the silent tears running down the face crying.

I overdid it yesterday and basically spent today in bed.  I didn’t even do anything taxing.  Since losing about 50 pounds, I’ve noticed that I don’t get fatigued by simply walking up a flight of steps.  It was warm yesterday, but not horribly so.  Not really humid.  I walked for about 20 minutes outside (a friend and I went from a coffee shop to a new warehouse type store).  The whole time I was in the store, the sweat was pouring off of me.  Even though the store was cool, I couldn’t stop sweating.  I ended up dizzy and light headed.  Drinking water didn’t help.  When I got home, I took my temperature and it was at 102.  Normal for me is near 97.  I took a cool shower and kept drinking water and that seemed to help.  This is totally new for me.  It might be from the tricyclic antidepressant I’m on and it might be from my thyroid medication (or even my thyroid, looks like it’s time to get TSH/T3/T4 checked again).   Tomorrow is doctor day I guess.  Gotta see Dr. P (the psychiatrist), Dr. K (the orthopedist) + PT and Dr. Whatever his name is (the internist who is pretty useless).

I’m sorry to bitch about my health so much.  I feel like I’m falling apart.  Everything.  The PTSD stuff and even some of the borderline stuff has been rearing its ugly head.  I’m no spring chicken anymore.  But I’m not an old lady… though I feel like it.


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