It is yuck time for this ole gal! My body and my brain feel as if they have been violated and left to fend for themselves. Exhaustion is a constant companion and I can't remember with any degree of accuracy. Today bronchitis took up residence.
Several days later...lawdy, lawdy! Antibiotics may not be working. RATS!! My respiratory system sounds like an old car on its' one last leg. My throat hurts a little and feels as if there is something in it clinging on for dear life.
Another day or so...place this word in your voacbulary of medical terminology you need to know but have never heard...hyperparathyroidism or parathyroidism. After you have that word firmly planted remember it has nothing at all to do with the thyroid. The glands sit on either side of ther thyroid. It has absolutely nothing to do with your thyroid. Nothing to do with having taken too much or too little calcium in your life. It just happens to some folk. The precious little glands control the distribution of the calcium in your blood. It can take years to identify because many of the symptoms fit other categories. A blood test and a scan of the area in your throat where these little buggers reside will seal the deal on whether or not hpt (hyperparathyroidism) is at the root of all evil.
Exhaustion - unbelievable exhaustion
fuzzy thinking - can't find my butt cheeks with both my hands
osteoporisis - probably...i do know my teeth have started breaking off
depression - beyond anything I could think or imagine..just, excuse my french, fucking unbelievable.
irritability - you would have to ask my husband about that one. poor thing.
lack of sleep - honey, please
kidney stones
the list is longer...just found out tonight that the reason my eyes have been blurring words is another symptom
Surgery is on the 20th. Im'ma hang on for that surgery. I've seen fire and I've seen rain, y'all but this is not funny and did I tell you this stuff can kill you. Slowly, miserably but dead is dead. I have the urge to write a deeply blue, blues song but I cannot remember the words. I think them and they are gone. Poof! It isn't even like being stoned or having flashbacks. It is the absence of...do you hear me...the absence of whatever use to be where it was before this stuff started. Surgery is highly successful with a return to better than you were before you can remember...course at this point that would be 2 seconds but you catch my drift.
When I was around 9 years old I lived in Ghana, West Africa and I had dysentery. I almost died from dehydration and high fever. I remember it to this day. I am not running a fever at the moment but I would swear my body is burning up. When I was 9 in Africa is the last time I remember feeling this awful.
I have not filed my taxes, I have not paid a credit card bill for two months, I have lost track of where most stuff is that I use in the house and I wash clean clothes while leaving the dirty ones on the floor.
So yeah, I am looking for that surgery like a sniper on high alert.
O.K. I suppose that is a rant...what I just wrote...but it's the truth if I ever told it.
10 days. 10 days. With the grace of God and the prayers of the faithful I can make it 10 more days.
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