The dinner is in the Dog...
I went out for just a couple of hours, both boys were in and came home to find the dog in a food coma and 99% of an entire roast chicken gone! Did neither of them notice him trying to eat the biggest cooked chicken ever as quickly as possible? I duly chastised my sons and reminded them of their family responsibilities, some garbled responses followed about how he was my dog, you wanted him, that’s not fair..etc.etc I tried to chastise them, lame apologies followed and then I got bored! Anyway that put pay to my high protein home grown lunch.
After feeling pants earlier on in the week, I’m having a better day; I should clarify that I have less pain in my shoulders and hips.
I still feel a little weird and thirsty but I am drinking around 2 litres of water a day so makes sense and warm still. I would like to think to that my mental health is still on the good side, but within 2 hours of being in work I seem to have turned into Ms Angry!… I’ve used the F word about 30000 times already, moaned about colleagues, to their faces about taking up my “allotted” diarised time within a meeting and bluntly asked my boss for a pay rise!
I’m hoping its just a blip and the lack of 8 hours sleep a day which I crave is the cause and not some horrendous mood change that will stay.
Oh Oh Oh I’m on Fire...
The terrible night which I eluded too at the end of yesterday’s blog continued into the day and I felt awful all day. The discomfort in my hips and shoulders and arms married up with a general overall feeling of sickness; and this raging fire continues from my chest. It comes on so suddenly, but its so dramatic and I look visibly pink and flushed. I have been in front of a fan most of the day. My colleagues are planning mutiny - they are all fed up with me asking for the air con to be turned up!
Could the Steroids have triggered some menopause symptoms? i.e. hot flushes? This is what I think they are, if not, some weird stuff is occurring in my body. I also have this raging thirst which doesn’t seem to go away when I drink. I did read somewhere about diabetes and a link with steroids, but I have kind of chosen to ignore that. I think if I became diabetic and had to inject insulin or take more pills at this point that could tip me over the edge and then who would deal with issues like rogue Clingfilm!!
The feeling that I had chosen to holiday inside an active volcano continued into the evening, but unlike Monday’s paltry effort, I did manage to cook a fresh meal for the rug rats, chicken and egg fried rice. I didn’t eat any as still losing weight and chose to destroy two slices of nimble bread fairly swiftly instead. The dog had some fresh chicken thighs followed by a plastic coat hanger!
Talking about holidays, I wanted to share how I and the rheumatologist believe this all started. I have some friends who I am close with and the children are all close; they are into their skiing holidays and ski like they were bought up in the Alps by mountain goats. I on the other hand prefer a palm tree and Lilo; so when asked if we would like to join them in March to ski for a week I said yes. I have been a couple of times before and assessed that I was no fitter or fatter than previously and only a couple of years older, I didn’t envisage any problems. The boys were excited, they have been once before with me and snowboard like pro’s.
The snow was amazing, the Apres Ski even better and we had a great time. I didn’t feel like I’d fallen over too many times or done any serious damage but there were an unhealthy amount of steps/stairs to negotiate from the village to the chalet; The chalet was basically down the bottom of the mountain. So everyday these stairs had to climbed up and down probably at least 3 times and in-between that we skied. About 1 week after returning home I started to feel stiff and sore in my legs and shoulders. After a month I was incapable of getting out of bed on my own, sitting down to pee or washing my hair. I was given Naproxen but on day 10 my whole body was covered in Hives..my eyes were bloodshot and I felt sick. Not an attractive look but the new boyfriend kept his feelings to himself – good job really!
Work was fantastic and insisted I get a referral to a rheumatologist, my GP was very supportive and 3 months later I began my treatment plan…