So… we are in the new house and it is starting to feel like home. I still have a good bit of cleaning to do, but it is feeling much more like we live here and not we have a maze of boxes. The new job is incredible! I’m having fun and learning and I’m being a productive part of the team. It makes me smile. I don’t always look forward to the drive in right now, but that is because the roads are sometimes kind of iffy not because of the job.
I realized it had been a month since I posted. Yesterday I was way busy with trying to get boxes unpacked and put away… so another day passed with no posting. But here I am. Alone in the dark, realizing how much my RA took a toll on me for the past month.
I don’t EVER want to go over two months without my meds again. I got my infusion on Thursday last week and it was almost 9 weeks between. Not good. Way not good. The last couple weeks it was all I could do to get up on the morning and get to feeling human. I was running on prednisone (not a good thing) and determination. By the time I got home from work every night all I wanted to do was take napproxin and sleep.
I was tired, short tempered, and I hurt. The day before my infusion hurt so badly that my fingers wouldn’t work when I told them to and my knee wouldn’t bear my weight for long (and my weight is starting to come down slowly!).
I’m glad I spent an hour on the phone with the insurance company. Goodness only knows how long I would have had to wait if I hadn’t pitched a fit.
But the infusion was Thursday. The infusion center at Cleveland Clinic is incredible. They give you graham crackers and juice and a TV and a blanket and you can have company while you are having your infusion. For me, given it is 30 or so minutes, the visitor part was kind of nice to have but not as important as if I had been one of the longer infusions.
The infusionists use a neat light to find the good veins to hit and it went really well. I still miss Keoto, but I think I will be able to do this. In July I will be able to start getting my infusions in my town rather than having to go clear into Cleveland to get them. I will probably try to do a work from home thing those days and save some time. It’s way better to have to drive 2 miles to the clinic and back than to take thirty minutes by bus or car and have to pay for parking. I’m starting to really like the city but I’m starting to really dislike parking again. Eh, it all comes out in the wash, I know. but if I can avoid the extra hassle I think it would be awesome.
And here I sit, alone in the darkness, my creatures at my feet… coffee and a shawl… missing my left behind son… and contemplating getting around to do my daughter’s hair (the thought of that doesn’t make me wince this morning either!) and getting my butt ready for work.
A Figment Of Fitness 