The important thing is yes, I did finally get a diagnoses in Tx (fibromyalgia), and yes, I am feeling much better. I don't feel better because of anything the new doctor did for me though. At least he did figure out what was wrong me, which was worth it, I guess.
I ordered these "energy support" supplements made by Dr. Weil, and started taking CoQ-10 supplements back in May. I started feeling better about 10 days after taking those two supplements daily. I felt pretty great all summer long. I still have some lower energy days, but nothing at all like I had before. Reading back through these entries, I can't believe I actually felt that bad. How did I manage to live like that? I can't even remember what it was like, and it's only been a few months since I started feeling better. Whatever is behind my seemingly permanent "improvement" (still not feeling as good as I would like to), I'm grateful. Sofa King grateful I can't even say.
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Ironically, I've gained weight since feeling better. I have the energy to move about more, and I've gotten wider. Since any normal amount of aerobic exercise at once (I used to do it in short intervals, and not push it too hard in addition to easy Yoga) used to be out of the question, I was way out of the habit of regular, aerobic calorie-burning exercise. In my mind 30-45 minuetes of moderate exertion still=pain and exhaustion for days. This is not the case any longer, but it's taking a lot of convincing (from myself) on a daily basis. So yes, now I can get on the elliptical trainer for 45 minuets without practically collapsing an hour later. I can walk my dogs and not have to concentrate on just being able to put one foot in front of the other. It's much more enjoyable for all of us now. All that's left to do is get that fear out of the back of my mind that exertion is going to render me useless for days.
On top of my silly exercise phobia, I have been eating so much more. When I started feeling better, everything seemed better. Including food. Food tasted so much better, and I got into cooking again since I had so much more energy. Curse you Everyday Italian chick with the huge head and your easy, delicious meals!!
Now almost all of my jeans are too small, and my tummy is doing some ripple-ish things it's never done before. Okay, so I decided enough is enough and loaded up on fruits and veggies and healthier foods at the grocery store.
It sure is a bitch to walk by all those yummy pastries when I'm picking up my whole-wheat English muffins. *sigh*
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Back home, it rained all but 3 days in my entire 6-week visit. It was 70 degrees on the 4th of July at 12 noon. In TEXAS!! WTF?? Oh well, at least the soggy landscape made it safe to set off fireworks. We had a little pool party, and I swam just because I knew when I got back to Alabama I was really going to wish I had a pool in the backyard. I was shivering the rest of the night....
It was great seeing some of my friends again, especially Leslie. We had a blast hanging out at Nana bar in the Anatole drinking $10 margaritas like spoiled rich girls. Wait...she is a spoiled rich girl. Okay, not spoiled, but her mom tries to make it so.
This is Squirt. She was the runt of the last litter of kittens (all cats at Dad's house have now been fixed).
She kept me warm at night while at Dad's house with all of his extreme air-conditioning. Tarquin, the old Dalmatian attacked her in the back yard, and I had to rush her to the vet. Fortunately, she only ended up with a bruised lung and a temporary deep fear of dogs. I kept her inside after they released her so I could find her when I had to give her her twice-daily dose of antibiotics.
After Leslie and her boyfriend Paul came out for our little 4th of July party, they took her home with them. I left two days later, so that worked out great. I got to stay warm at night, and the kitty got a good home. Leslie has a Pomeranian at home, and I'm happy to report they're bestest friends and Squirt no longer has doggie phobia.
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My sister, nephew and my brother all drove me back here and stayed for 10 days. That was interesting, to say the least. I realised once again that someday soon, I am going to have punch my brother out. Again. Seriously, who the hell yells while they're a guest in someone else's house while that someone else is asleep and they have a check ride (flight school test) in the morning? Who plays the guitar while people are trying to watch TV? My brother, that's who. Ugh.
I know my grandmother raised him without ever saying "no" to anything he asked for (even after he was perfectly capable getting what he wanted for himself), but grow up and take some personal responsibility already! Please stop letting your issues make the rest of the family miserable...
Because I'm sick of hearing about it already!! Kthnxbai.
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By the way, concerning Michael's aircraft selection, got Apaches:
Bitchin'.
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