Long Gaps when Progress was made

In all honesty, had I not had a strange week I would never have returned to this blog. I haven't seemed to need it for sometime now. That isn't to say that nothing medical has happened. For Pete's sake, its COVID out there, people! Yet as I foolishly told my GP when I saw him last year "this is quite the most stable I have been in sometime". Which is honestly a testimony to him as a business model and honest practitioner. With other people to worry about and chaos in the world I only had a few developments. Yet silence is always punctuated by something and I am trying to bend my mind around my reality now at least to save my sense of self. 

My parents are ill, I am ill, my sister is ill. I really didn't need to be thinking about my ability to have a roof over my head or mortality, but here we are. The following I am including as a time capsule, for my mindset when I first had a traumatic visit to the ER for my eye (autoimmune fun) and what has happened after. I hope to be in a better mood tomorrow after having a day out with sister and being nearly halfway done taking strong dose steroids which is making me moody as hell.

I've always been of the belief that your upward trajectory in life is equally weighted by efforts and willpower as it is to general skills you get at birth. I was granted disability eleven years ago as my health suddenly imploded between my two college programs. I adjusted my perspectives in order to continue my education in a adjoining field. I have held onto the idea that by some random act of chance I could at least marginally improve myself in the future. The pipe dream being entering the workforce full time again. This year as I am up for CDR once again (roughly my third, they never come on time) I expected much the same cycle of wanting to improve and then karmic interference. I tend to self soothe by reassuring myself of hard facts and that the logic processes will still be the same so I will continue on as usual, at bare minimum. 

This year however, months after my CDR cleared no problem I am thrown during a particularly bad week at my household into not only my near-yearly emergency room crisis, but also by getting an appointment for financial review. General google consensus is to just take it as a bureaucratic time waster, but they are asking for very specific documents which are not relevant to my life. (VA/Burial/ ect.) So I was trying to decompress by talking to my sister and mentioned that I am not coded for SSI status under the condition I applied myself under. When I was trying to find where I had footnoted it, I instead dropped into the large files and came to a horrifying discovery. I am notated as being severely cognitive impaired and incapable of likely handling finances. The oversight doctor said this would most likely have been due to stroke (Affected IQ: 70).

Needless to say my ego is beyond bruised. My family has been complaining for so long about changes I have made for my own comfort that they do not like. I thought I was just mellowing out and being more honest in how I am willing to spend my time/energy. Now I am smacking straight into a pillar, that for over ten years people have let me believe a lie. I did finish my Bachelorette and Masters degree during my first few years on disability. I thought I still might have a way to finish any sort of ascent in my lifetime goals. But now here sits the truth, that person was not possible and will likely never be possible. I will never leave poverty, I will never earn equal to my partner and I will always be looked at by a failure by those who should be peers, because I cannot heal this brain injury. 

Normally, I would take this news as celebration that my responsibilities to perform for others sakes are nulled by this knowledge. I could be liberated by it, but the people in my life don't work that way. So now that I have reached my ceiling I guess I am looking for lateral moves. There must be someway to broaden my scope again by breaking down walls around me, even if the ceiling height will always be fixed? Why is the SSI program so cruel that we aren't allowed to make better for ourselves without utter horrendous fear placed upon our person. 

If I were a Blacksmith I'd be loaded!

Well it has happened. For those of you observing the patterns of my life, we have been overdue for a hospitalization this past year and a half. First and foremost I think I should thank the norovirus without who I would not have gone into such serious crisis that my underlying disease was caught. As it were, my fella's went on their typical Chicago vacation this year. I had thrown up once before they left and put it up to food poisoning. Since raising my metformin I am very sensitive to food allergies and GERD attacks. Turns out once I was in the house alone my food poisoning turned into a day and then three days. By the time it hit a week of constant diarrhea and a possible heart attack I made sure someone got me to the hospital.

It was the first time I've ever seen blood in my urine. That was pretty scary a thing. So once they started filling me with what ended up being 70 Liters of saline iv solution over a 3-day stay they found I was having renal insufficiency due to a serious lower and upper UTI. That would be all fine and dandy but I still was not rebounding. My bloodwork found that I was very seriously high on Ferritin among other things. So once the fluids and antibiotics levelled out the rest of me what was underneath was a surprise. I have Hemochromatosis. most likely type 3- the Transferrin receptor mutation.

I have yet to have my follow ups with specialists but for the time being now I have started the Hemochromatosis diet. I will see my primary care doctor this week and what a anvil to lay on him. Both he and my endocrinologist have been wondering about odd changes in my blood levels recently. I myself was far more terrified by the psychiatric angle. I have at least an identified enemy now.

What was interesting is that I also cleaned out my old medical binder this week. There was a lot of old information that pointed to this same diagnosis. Old blood work with the cardinal raised Hgb, or the symptom clusters which matched diet changes that could have aggravated the symptoms. Heck I even need to rethink my Wheat allergy as it may have just been a reaction to "iron-enriched wheat".

Thus far I've only eaten too much Iron according to the diet once. I did get my usual stomach cramps that I had identified as a wheat and soy problem. It's so strange that all my symptoms and experiences really do fit into this one niche. I'm not sure my head is completely wrapped around that yet.

Adult Wrapper for a Kid Size Candy

So the other day I actually said to myself that maybe I was finally past everything. Then three things happened today and gave me my first panic attack in nearly a year. First off, I was alone with a man earlier today who makes me uncomfortable. He would be offended I keep saying so because truthfully he only approached the cutoff line entirely one time. I hadn't felt uncomfortable for a long time because I was never completely alone with him again until today. Short of the matter is he is sexually attracted to anything female, including me, and regardless of my relationship status.

Cut to an hour after dinner and I decided to go out on a quest for an over the counter antifungal liquid to use for an ear infection. It's apparently not commonly sold otc anymore because its secondary uses are better off with creams, smgh. So at the last store on my trip I see what looks like the man who raped me walking inside with a uniform on and I froze up. My fight or flight turned on and I couldn't move until I knew it would not be him. Strangely the real fella had just bagged my groceries last week while I had the husband with me. Once again, I guess the power of being in a pair overcomes a lot.

Now the drops I need come in a pre-made mix that requires a prescription BUT my regular doctor has already signed off on this going deaf thing. "Go see an ENT" is all he says. He also says that he doesn't do forms which has thrown a wrench into my paperwork for disability discharge. It's one page but they couldn't even do that right. Going to take a lot of pestering to get them to fill out a new copy. I might as well resign myself to debtors prison now before they drag my life under.

Of course, some people would say being in less than perfect health already is pretty far under... I would tell them to just enjoy the fall. So I happened to look up the list of ent doctors in my medical plan today. There's a practice not too far from me. My cat of course, decides it's our snuggle kangaroo time so she was pretty freaked out when I started hysterically weeping and grabbing at my chest. Heck one could have almost believed it was my pseudobulbar going off over some sound again. While the whatever side of my brain was doing its thing I was wondering why I was reacting so badly.

Sure the procedures they would do are a bit on the scarier unknown side but what is it that sets this off to 110%? Suddenly I realized it's probably the ten years I spent having ortho-facial surgeries including many complications. Probably the only one that didn't go wrong was my fully-awake wisdom teeth extraction and titanium implants. Now of course, being that its panic disorder my brain also said "oh hey, look they do surgery for facial and thyroid tumors". (Inner me was like 'HELL NO shut down that line of thinking right now son!')

It's really kind of a privilege that my current medical team has not seen me go full on hysterics with fear. Last time it happened was a procedure when I was 13 years old that they lied about. (I.e. I agreed to one thing, not another). I was screaming and shaking so hard that the people in the waiting room were disgusted and confused considering my age. Of course, thats also one of my 'dad's a hero' stories because knowing this was 100% not correct behavior for me and what the procedure we agreed to was...he wasn't having it. Thank heavens I got over my needle phobia! Now i do know that some nurses have seen it at stage one (belligerent and impatient) during my quest to get a neurological diagnosis. I apologize to them if they ever read this.

Meanwhile, it may take some psychological gymnastics to get me into an ent office. Especially, without pulling the good ole David Grant "just let me die" response when they want to do surgery or something crazy. Did I mention I've also been restrained against my will before? ...yeah so kid me is having none of that you-can-just-walk-out adult logic tonight.

Fandoms and Mental Health

So I am not sure if I mentioned it yet on blog but some months ago I was rushed by ambulance to the ER for a closed traumatic spine injury. Given no sign of trauma outside and my settling down after muscle relaxers/painkillers I was released pretty fast (i.e. cost cutting/triage not treatment). The next day I discovered it was a serious injury after scans were taken by the chiropractor. It was beyond what they could repair but also an injury that had previously "healed". So a few weeks on steroids, relaxers and painkillers I had to adjust my lifestyle now to fit my circumstances. No sitting and driving for more than a few minutes. In fact in the beginning I couldn't even use the bathroom. It got me well acquainted again with my television and I even treated myself to upgrading to an Xbox one since there was no end in sight to my bed rest.

At some point I fell into the idea of finally watching Anime and later reading manga. This is probably do to the fact that its a hobby my husband shares and he had been complaining that I don't interact with him and his hobbies. Much like how World of Warcraft went however I am now more interested in it than he is?!!?

Having a pension for shojou and romance like most girls however our tastes are not very overlapping. In fact I even investigated yaoi which when I was a teenager scared the crap out of me. As I recall I saw a copy of something random at a bookstore and practically dropped it in shock. I couldn't understand why girls wanted to see two men (lets be honest most are drawn as boys still). Of course, now that I am closer to understanding my being and able to reflect logically on it I can easily say that it's the dynamic roles and beautiful bodies that are a obvious draw.

There is quite a bit about my sexuality that it has made me think over though there are somethings that I would have trouble still putting into words. I would not want to become the poster child for example of some right-winger who is excited to finally find a person who was forced (i.e. groomed) to be gay. Having not had that experience I may not have then identified myself as bisexual but deep down I know I would still have had the potential to be one. In some ways that's why I support people who prefer to use no labels or make-up even broader ones so that people are not boxed in.

Gloom Clouds still make rain!

I don't think I have ever had such a bad time with online medical research as I have over my skin condition. Yes, it's in the exzema family which every website blanketly tells people isn't a serious thing. My scarred butt would very much like to disagree with that. I did with longer searching notice that the particular modality in which my dermatitis grows and spreads is the most serious of that family. It also has a nasty habit of resisting topical medication. Still at least I don't mind looking a little funny. I can't imagine how a vain person without my persistence could ever go outside again. I will at least have to rethink bathing suits of which I didn't have one that fit anyway.

The SSA is taking an interesting tact with my review process. They have more than enough to say I still qualify but the have become very interested in my panic disorder. Because of the heart arrhythmia I am technically taking a medicine for that. Doesn't it always confuse people when medicationshe have a dual use? The cardiologist I saw was very weirded out that I was on lisinopril for my kidneys in case I finally jump the gap between pre-diabetes and diabetes II. So while I can say I am on a medicine for my anxiety that doesn't seem as important as why am I not seeing a psychiatrist? Well for one more drugs would probably make me sicker. I have a lot of drug sensitivities and if my sister's trial and error search for her Bipolar medicine taught me anything is that it's too easy to get suicidal thanks to a bad medicine.

Find me a psychologist and I would be much more interested. Speaking of the brain all this records seeking and a recent MRI got me guilted into making a to do list about following up with the specialistsame I don't see much. That would be the neuro ophthalmologist whom I am due to see and the new neuro that couldn't get my old files. I guess I won't have to worry about files because my old one takes my insurance again! I even got a super early appointment so I won't have to wait so bad in the office.

The question is has anything really change relevant to them?  What do I have that they can use? Well as of my new lumbar MRI I know that I have Degenerative Disc Disease primarily in my lower back. I have figured out two major chemical stimulants that trigger shaking fits, Cafinee & BVO. I also know at least one visual trigger for my Dystonia...a scene from a very specific movie. Beyond that I know police lights also tend to set it off which I am pretty sure means it's not lights so much as patterns which do it. I can also tell them that the rheumatologist didn't find anything to explain my positive csv serum. I guess that's more than I thought.

A Touch of the Phage

There is only so long a person can go before some spots become bothersome. At the moment about 25% of my body is covered in sores and only 5% of that is appropriate for a general website. Indeed I joked with my husband today that perhaps the most people ever have seen my rear today and not to mention they took pictures. No worries folks he is not jealous since all of them were in lab coats. After a long wait I was able to get into a local dermatologist to identify my "rash". I have always had typical allergic rashes or hives but never anything lasting over 48 hours. For some reason I thought an expert would know right away what was wrong with me on site. Yet the physician assistant wasn't sure until she had see all 25%. My bottom is by far the worst and craggliest of all at the moment, though to be fair it's more my thigh than the buttocks proper.

Having a hole punched through my arm wasn't something I had expected. Indeed I found myself a little concerned when I saw one of the trays readied with anesthetic's a fresh scalpel and some other accouterments. When I think of a skin biopsy I really am thinking a needle puncture or a slice. To be fair the first thing they did was a scraping of the fresh sores on that same arm. I have a feeling no fungus was present because they immediately threw out the plausibility that it could just be some wacky fungal infection. I was sure it couldn't be fungus since I had already tried a specialized cream without improvement.

I mentioned that I was under diagnosis for autoimmunity and the doctor got more excited. I asked for a biopsy which ends with said hole in my arm that required two sutures. Hearing that they might play a key role in solving my mystery diagnosis went a long way. Of course the doctor also wants his own copies of my autoimmune testing now so he can try and break the case. I promised to bring along copies to my next visit of those from the Beaumont hospital system.

Standing up for myself in social situations has really paid off recently. It also has it's downfalls as my husband had to lead me away from a manager I was going to correct after he had been rude to us...and his coworker had found our product in less than two minutes right where it should have been. I wasn't about to interrupt his phone call to do it however which the husband used to urge me away. Correcting someone on their courtesy isn't a great use of my limited energy. This is where I mention the spoon theory came up recently again in conversation. Sometimes I have to remind myself since when I am feeling well I overspend and set myself up for failure come a symptomatic week.

Does it have to be so interactive?

It's a bit weird because I am curbing my impulse to write a instant message to my sister by instead posting an update in this diary blog. She has finally taken the plunge into college enrollment and I don't want to let my blue mood interrupt that. As you can see I've recently watched the film "Inside Out" and while I raged over the imbecility nay the arrogance/narcissim of the character Joy, Sadness had some wonderful one liners and jokes.

One of my favorites comes when she first plops down on her face saying that she needs a few moments....or hours to just be blue. The sluggishness is quite right of those who face real clinical depression not just the situational blues of life based events. Lately I've been having non-circadian rhythm again which is hell on my body's healing and system regulation. The change to daylight savings seemed to have helped and I had a few days where it seemed my schedule normalized but then bam!, it's back to some weird 3/5/8 combination spread out over 72 hours and never in the right order. That loses a lot of productive time during daylight and of course makes it hard to remember what day it is.

Another thing poor sleep does is often trigger neurological symptoms. The otherday I got a strange feeling of my mind kind of floating inside my skull loose that I might burst into vertigo at any moment. At the sametime my legs have been feeling wooden or like lead upon wakening. Very bad signs. However there is some direction to this process. Keeping bad awake hours also affects when I take my medicine. Not taking my pills on schedule causes severe thyroid flares and intestinal distress as well as blood sugar problems. Having passed two episodes of that in September and October I wouldn't want it to happen again.

So the first and most important thing is making sure at least my thyroid medicine is on time which I have managed. The later mid day pills can be more flexible between 11am and 2pm. Being weak from either sleep sickness or not enough is also confusing. While making a morning snack the otherday my hands got weak and tingly as well as my vision getting crosseyed. I didn't know if I needed to sleep or stay awake for it to resolve. Eating helped and I ended up sleeping.

The latest thing to settle is my fluids. I've had salt cravings for which I bought sunflower seeds that really helped and were fun to eat. Salt however wasn't the problem in fact it's probably really a issue of electrolytes and water. This is the time of year I usually get IV treatment and an ER visit both providing one or two large bags of fluid. I can say though investing in a new water bottle and purifier really has helped increase my intake. Yet tonight I have small leg cramps so I can definitely tell it's a fluid thing.

Just a Little Theta Radiation

I am a true fan of hard science everything from astronomy to genetics. It has a real power to inform and improve peoples lives. You need a lot of help in this when you have allergies and chronic diseases. Yesterday I came across some bad news that I have dangerous deletions in my mitochondrial DNA sequence. I had been researching it for genealogical purposes when up popped a national institute of health article related to genbank about those sequences controlling proteins, some relevant to neurotransmitters. According to my checkup with the hemotologist my levels are within range still though the hemoglobin is a little on the high side. This means I won't be needing transfusion until next spring. So yes, I certainly believe in the effect of science.

Last night I had a horrible dystonia event which lasted 3-5 hours. Since it was with extreme abdominal pain I can tell it was from a stimulant allergy. Of the suspect materials I encountered one was just an old soda pop I used to enjoy and then we ordered from a new Chinese food location which may have had MSG. In the past MSG has set off fevers and my irritable bowel. Yet that was days ago so what could be the problem.

I came across some pretty convincing research just now that my culprit maybe good old Mt. Dew. For one thing it has twice as much caffeine then Pepsi which I can tolerate within reason. High amounts of caffeine make my heart palpitations prominent and of course sets of my dystonia. (I didn't intend to buy it but a delivery man substituted it for another flavor.) The question I have as an allergy sufferer is why only some foods?

I already discovered this year that some brands sell wheatbread that is actually white with dye. This is in contrast to my poor tolerence of whole grain bread which is most certainly all wheat. When companies lie about ingredients it puts allergy suffers in danger and confuses their loved ones. I can drink some "caffeinated" drinks but not others, so why Mt. Dew? When I was tested by my rheumatologist she discovered I was still suffering from active Hashimoto's Thyroiditis. Since my visit with her my thyroid medicine has been doubled and I now have less symptoms.

Looking at the list of Mt. Dew ingredients we find brominated vegetable oil. There is a good chance that its soy based which I have mentioned before I have poor tolerance for. More importantly, "Bromide is a halide which has been shown to inhibit thyroid function by blocking the uptake of iodine. When in an iodine deficient state and bromine is supplied, the thyroid gland will take it in because it's *appears* to be a close substitute for iodine" (Buist, 2008).

Why is bromide there? It suspends the soluble citrus in the drink. Having a serious thyroid condition however makes this a dangerous element to ingest. Yellow dye#5 Tartrazine has also been questioned because of allergic reactions to it. Not only does it cause itching and asthma symptoms it also can cause moderate psychological effects such as sleep disturbance if you are sensitive to it.

Does this mean I am saying its poison? No, but I remind those with suppressed immune systems, food allergies and unusual allergies to pay attention to what your body tells you. Stay safe with what you eat.

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mountain_Dew#Ingredients
http://www.naturalthyroidchoices.com/MtDew.html
http://www.epicurious.com/archive/blogs/editor/2014/04/5-things-you-need-to-understand-about-whole-grains.html

Turn Down the Gravity Generator

I was really surprised to see that I haven't posted in so long. I have a tendency to read this site as if it is a old diary often for perspective. Rather I guess life has had me busy enough to avoid admitting my problems to cyberspace. My masters program ended and I folded on both the semi-acceptance to a ethnic studies program as well as a second masters in library science. I think that is why I am so depressed since class ended. This just seems to be reinforced by a feeling of ill which yesterday was about 30 minutes of vertigo.

Even the good changes I had to my life since I last wrote are kind of tainted. I finished one of my outdoor projects...landscaping the front yard only for rabbits and a carnivorous vine to tear it apart day by day. The husband and I adopted a kitten while our local shelter was running a donation only event. She is a gorgeous tortie with some magic color changing eyes. Unfortunately while they in general get along our elder cat gets beat up when she won't play and the kitten won't share. Her entire head and neck are covered with bad bite marks while our kitten just keeps on going after her when the mood strikes.

The husband has even gotten sick recently. I have been complaining none stop about our tap water having a smell for the past month that is noxious to me. Of course no one else smells it so I know its just one of those personal aversions my body has to anything it wants. Watermelon and peanut butter make me bloat now and cucumber I have to avoid like the plague. Speaking of the water the husband and I both have esophagitis though for me it is not new. I am more worried about him being taken care of since he works and for the most part I can cope. Mostly I chug milk like a person with an ulcer would. My zinc allergy doesn't help with some stomach products (tums/rolaids) and you can say goodbye to a decent dandruff shampoo.

Shampoo brings me to money. I wasted some on a bottle I didn't need this month. The student loan excess I put toward bills just sort of slipped away and seemed to make no impact on my balances. My amazingly healed credit score was hit with a ugly stick and can't recover until the percentages are right regardless of my perfect payment record. I still have yet to buy a new pair of glasses that I know I need. One would think at least sleep would help with all this but it's inconsistent, too long or plagued with nightmares. Mostly nightmares...I had to lock the doors two nights ago because a break in had stabbed me through the chest in my dream. It's sad my instincts can't tell dreaming from reality and just turn off once I awake. I guess that's the fault of the panic disorder.

Only in Sad Holonovels...

There is some acceptance to being chronically ill or disabled. I even took a course on it during my associate program. The Sick Role is a sort of contract or stage part that we ill folk agree to play. It also comes with complications however in that it pollutes our lives and can overwhelm family. Right at the end of winter I came down with a bad cold. It lasted longer than usual and after the nasal problems cleared up I still had a cough.

Urgent care seemed to think I was contagious as you can see from my awesome mask couture. Honestly the coughing was more a problem because of my incontinence. My underwear drawer will never be the same. I had a partner in crime at least since my sister got pink eye again. With no phlem coming up they gave me a numbing agent for the lower lung and a strong cough syrup.

I thought it was working until one night I could not breathe. Heather talked me through the worst of a asthma attack and I vomited up a lot of liquid from my lungs. The next day the fiancee was willing to take me to the PCP who of course was out of the office. From there I landed in overnight care at Beaumont hospital in Grosse Pointe. The process was slow but I was informed later that my vitals were taken twice because they were unbelievable.

The workup included a lung xray, breathing treatment, CT with dye and eventually a cardio workup. What was odd was their avoidance of testing my urine sample. Mind you I know I was severely dehydrated since the first sample was practically tobacco color. After a night on oxygen and prodding and poking they agreed it must have been allergic asthma which especially hits hard those with a weakened immune system. That means steroids and some antibiotics for good measure which I just finished today.

I also made some major changes at home. A new air filter for one and some much needed cleaning. The fiancee got us a water purifier which I have been using round the clock. With the exception of all natural juices I have cut every thing but water out of my life. I can't help but think however with all the food aspirations I had a few days before the hospital stay that perhaps this problem is just as much to do with my GERD diagnosis as anything else. There seems to be a circular patch of my throat which catches and spasms from some sort of irritation now. Much like a valve can't close and is letting liquid in other places. I have yet to schedule my PCP followup since he is out of state but I'll have to take care of this.

Breathing, talking and swallowing problems are definitely NOT something I am prepared to just get used to living with. Hopefully we can adjust my GERD medicine since in all honesty I stopped taking it 75% of the time. Between the insurance and a hospital changing the drug type it unfortunately left my dosage somewhere in between the recommendation for either. I must say I liked the hospital version because it left a funny mint taste on an empty stomach. It also didn't give me stomach rot, a term I use for too low a blend of bile and acids to digest food without pain. One change is how I take my thyroid medication now, 6am rise and then back to bed until at least 10am for the rest of my medication. It does seem more effective now.

Ferengi Acquisitions

Fast food is bad for us in so many ways. Recently it has become a major hazard. My major episodes of abdominal distress have finally been nailed to a single allergen. It took some home cooking to finally out the culprit, Soy. Horribly enough its in about everything. Vegetable oil is entirely soy these days which means every other restaurant uses it. I am happy at least to find a strong connection between all these supposedly unconnected foods.

As a review from my last message post I have withdrawn from Neurological care for the time being. I saw someone at the new doctors office and it was disastrous. She put me into a panic attack with all her negative actions. Its a good farewell still since the previous practice who has seen me for over three years established the problem was primarily autoimmune/rheumatoid. The appointment with the rheumatologist went quite well. Sadly she can't do much more until I enter a flare-up again. I was expecting it this month but only a few phenomenon have appeared.

University has trailed on as well. I am set to graduate in May though my last class bleeds over into July. I am planning to complete application to another graduate program which has me all skittish with worry again. A flare would certainly interfere but in a way it also needs to happen. My hematologist has stabled my blood levels enough that I don't require infusion treatment. I do wonder if a new food item I picked up high in micro iron might have been helping. Certainly my thyroid dosage increase has gone well.

Back to the changes in my care, it is frightening since I know SSI review is dependent on my continued treatment efforts. Its true I still have Dystonia but it has become quite slight an occurrence since I focused on lifestyle and diet changes. Only the fasciculations seem to occur now which is not too disabiling. My digestion and back problems on the other hand are what is socially crippling.

The chiropractor has once again reset my hip but the nerve to my right leg and bladder are irritated. The cold I just finished has given me weeks of incontinence. Otherwise its just some burning muscle pain now that the hips seem to have pressure off the nerve column.

I also took a day to go register my sister at the community college. She still has to follow through on completing her fafsa and selecting the exact program plan. I have a inclination however she will stick with the selection I made for her under the arts format to avoid social triggers and keep her in subjects she has confidence it. My age must have been showing too because a professor took me for a substitute and greeted me. Gave me a chuckle!