So the rheumatologist says today; or at least it’s not obviously lupus. More tests, more blood work, more phone calls. But he gets serious points: he was nice, calm, articulate, thorough, considerate and gentle; it’s nice to be treated like a person rather than a slab of beef.
Tonight I talked to a lady who has Lyme that Aunt Becky knows from work. She’s a Harley rider, skydiver type and was out of the game a couple years ago. Aggressive treatment not only has her walking again, but she says, “There’s nothing I can’t do anymore.” I’m just thinking it would be nice to be able to do a fifth of what I used to. ;o)
Not that I’m complaining! I can still digest my own food, maintain my own hygiene, pretend to have a brain and even masquerade as a human some days. God is good to me.
Symptom-wise, this evening was pretty horrible with the agony in my legs and hips. But I hobbled around the grocery store just because I could. “Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.”
I’m cheerful about working on finishing up my senior portfolio pieces (the Incomplete), and working on a long-overdue senior portrait gig, three exciting Christmas presents and a wedding gift. Plus a bunch of really super-fun writing projects that I haven’t had much time for.
Thanks for praying. I know you must be, because I am in excruciating pain and have a cheerful and joyful attitude—that’s God at work, people.