Yesterday I saw the doctor and it was pretty intense and she was brilliant.
Basically I’ve come away with more tests and a referral to a rheumatoid specialist. Potentially they need to rule out that they haven’t labelled me with Fibro when I could have something else going on.
Ive been given a huge drug change which after looking at the side effects potential scares the holy crap out of me.
Most people know I don’t like taking medication.
I have a strong belief that you may help one condition but then create another because of side effects.
So I’m a little daunted by a 60 mg dose of Duloxetine. It’s a huge jump from what I’m taking now and one of the side effects, SWEATING!!! Oh good god. I think I’ll hold off a few days at any rate. I need to get one drug out my system as having both in could lead to serotonin syndrome.
Well it would be hard pressed to tell if this scene will be arriving anytime soon.
Highly unlikely but I live in hope.
Anyone who watched Coffee with Isa yesterday will know I’ve had a leak in my roof. They came out and patched the area temporarily until they can come out and re do the one roof tile that is apparently the culprit.
So two burly men went up into my ceiling to undertake this assignment and informed me someone will have to come back and do the tile. They have cleared the wet insulation and boarded the area and put down some bucket thing to catch any further waters.
If that’s correct I have no idea. I’m not a roofer . But I’m guessing scaffolding will start going up today to fix that one little section.
You know the conversation is done when I come out with that.
Anything else said after is non consequential and doesn’t form part of the argument.
Last night I had to use this line with someone in reality.
The conversation just kept going around in circles and after 20 minutes I realised there was no point continuing. So that bad boy line came out of my mouth.
The operator on the other side of the line went quiet, breathed then suddenly said “yes Liz, we will get that done for you”.
Good old British telecom. I was complaining about the direct debit not being adjusted 2 months previously and so my actual sentence was. “As a a customer you either value my custom or you don’t. I ask for you to change the date and you do not. I’ll take my custom elsewhere, I have nothing to add”.
Its funny how a cut off line can add that extra impact to the threat to leave.
Now for today’s outfit. Yes I’m mixing up my videos a bit as yesterday’s should have been today’s and today’s should have been yesterday’s. I don’t think anyone minds really, do you?
Do you remember that video that went viral a few years back? Just waiting for a mate?
Lord I laugh just now thinking about it as I sit here on the bus.
After this blog post I’m going to search for it and watch it all over again.
Last night I went for a meal at a friends house after work. Lovely meal, but during it I was struck by the most excruciating stomach pain which I thought I may end up in hospital over as it came in waves till the early hours of this morning. I eventually fell asleep and woke this morning, back to my normal.
Oddest episode and the only description to the type of pain I can give is that it felt like labour pain. My blood pressure has shot back up again so I’m guessing my body didn’t like that.
Funny things human bodies. But even funnier things are our pets.
Both my cats wouldn’t leave me alone last night and were glued to my side all night long. They seem to sense things aren’t ok and almost do their version of looking after me.
At least I’m pretty sure now that the saying “found eaten by her cats” is probably likely! Ha ha ha