Saturday, April 26, 2008
Only four more weeks till Jeff and Whitney's wedding! I just can't believe how fast that came up. Seems like we were just saying it was a year away, then six months away, and now it's only one month away! All plans seem to be going well, except for a couple of minor aggravating changes that had to be made. Now is just getting people to RSVP so they know how many are coming to the reception and what they want to eat. Why do people procrastinate? We heard from the people we expected to hear back from, but there are still so many that haven't even said if they are coming or not.
I have my dress, I need to find comfortable shoes now. The gout finally seems to be easing up. I am staying with a vegetarian diet now, probably forever because I don't ever want another attack like that again...EVER. I am still limping some, and still annoying but feels great compared to what it was for awhile.
Now off to do something else and get my butt off this computer. Hubby is home. My weekends are my crazy time as it is quite hectic since he is sort of "hyper" and then has tv on CONSTANTLY when he is home. And if my foot wasn't bad he would want me to go here, there and everywhere with him. He would like me to go to LOWES and Menards with him. I find those places unbearably BORING. It's as boring for me as it is clothes shopping for him. I hate home improvement places , except for the garden centers...I like to buy flowers. That will be pretty soon! Yay!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Despite my ulcers and asthma, and not supposed to be taking Ibuprofen, I decided to try it anyway yesterday, alternating Ibuprofen, then Acetaminophen. Now, I have a terrible burning stomach on top of foot pain. It seemed to lessen the inflammation (or maybe it was just wishful thinking) in the toe and foot, but can't irritate the ulcers or I will have double trouble. SO, now I wait, and wait for my damn doctor appointment on May 6th. I have decided to go to a new rheumatologist since my original RA doctor just up and left without a word, and the doctor who took over her patients is just too darn busy and several weeks behind (and so what does he do? He goes on vacation and his office says if there is an urgent problem to see my family doctor who knows NOTHING about gout or Lupus). This is all quite frustrating, and especially considering the fact that there is the wedding in just four weeks!
Then I am not supposed to get stressed out because stress makes these conditions worse...so what is going on? My son's car is still in a million pieces in the garage while hubby takes his time fixing it while our son still has our nice new car in the city and who knows what is happening to it. Then to top it off, I can't get ahold of him at the moment because his phone is DISCONNECTED...and his internet is disconnected, as well. I don't know how young people can be so nonchalant about bill paying. It disturbs me greatly when we once in a blue moon forget to send out a bill on time. But the young people purposely ignore them and think "whatever" about late fees and reconnection charges. I don't get it.
Monday, April 14, 2008
What Your City Walk Means
You are optimistic and hopeful. Sometimes you do get disappointed by expecting too much.
You are generally confident and friendly with strangers. You are well mannered and sociable.
Money is important to you in as far as you'd like to have enough to survive.
You are curious about ideas. If you had the means, you'd like to explore the whole world.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
I had gone online to Nordstrom's site and found a dress with jacket that I absolutely loved, called their yesterday and someone said yes, they have a decent selection of the type I am looking for. So, I painfully squeeze my gouty foot into my shoe, and we drive to Oakbrook Mall to Nordstrom's. It's a very inconvenient mall. Everything is outdoors and entrances every which way. Hubby dropped me off at the entrance to Nordstrom's and he went to park the van while I waited for him. Just me and a mean goose were there on the sidewalk, and it was hissing at me! NO WAY could I frickin' run away from this thing, so I would have had to resort to defending myself with my purse or something. But fortunately it only hissed and nothing more.
Went all the way into Nordstrom's....limping painfully. I was thinking the whole time "I MUST BE CRAZY!" But hoped to get what I had seen online and go home. No such luck. Make my way all the way to the third floor, having to stop along the way, only to be told when I get to that department "Oh, we don't carry stuff that is online in the store". I was LIVID. I told the young, snooty woman that I wouldn't have come in with my bad foot if someone wouldn't have told me that yes, they have similar stuff there in the store. All she could say was "I'm sorry" and sigh.
I checked around a bit and found an aqua long skirt and floral jacket set that was gorgeous but the jacket was nearly $600 and the skirt was $400! No way would I pay that for one day even if I did have the money. So, we decided to take a chance on Macy's. I had gone to the Macy's near home and they had this dark navy dress with metallic jacket in shades of blue and sapphire that I loved but they didn't have my size at that store. BUT they had one here in a size 10 and I thought I needed at least a 12 but I tried the 10 on and it FIT! I couldn't believe it... a 10! (Something good is coming from all this suffering this past year!)
So, got my dress and hobbled out. Jon went to retrieve the van and picked me up and I immediately took off the damn shoe.
We decided to stop for a fish sandwich at Wendy's on the way home. I can eat certain things at certain places and I wanted him to go through the drive-thru but he said "can you make it inside and we can sit and eat". I said, ok...very hesitant to put my damn shoe back on, but I did. On the way in, he made a joke that they probably wouldn't have fish since I walked on my painful foot to get in there, and sure enough. NO FISH SANDWICH. Geesh!
So, we left there and went to Denny's. I got dropped by the door and he went and parked the van and walked back (it was very crowded). While we were waiting for our name to be called, I was sitting on this little mini couch at the front hoping these little kids wouldn't run over and step on my foot. I was ready to kick them if they came anywhere near me. But soon our name was called and we got a nice, big booth. Nice thing about having a big husband, the waitresses all see that we need a big booth. :D I got the fish, vegetable and a small root beer. He got the Grand Slam breakfast with the pancakes and the whole shebang. I don't know how he can eat all that and he ate it before I had even finished my first piece of fish.
So, though I will have to suffer to get the swelling to come back down again, I am glad I got that done and over with. Now I can just relax and keep this doggone foot up for several days and see if I can get this gout attack to completely go away. This is the longest attack I have ever had. Today is day 7 of this crap. I read it can sometimes go on for week. I sure hope not! I want to be able to dance at our son's wedding!
Friday, April 11, 2008
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
The last attack I had of gout was back in October, and since I am Allopurinol and had been doing well on that, I let myself slack with my diet and started eating things I wasn't supposed to anymore. I am sorry that I grew weak in self-control and had chop suey and pizza in the same week...and a taco salad with beans, which are a big no-no during a gout attack.
The image here is no exaggeration. My toe is as red as this illustration and the joint as large as shown. And the way it depicts the throbbing isn't anywhere near the real thing. It's one of the most horrible kinds of pain you can get. Right up there with having your teeth removed with pliers with no anesthesia.
This pain went on for three days and three nights. Finally, after another sleepless night and excruciating throbbing around 4 a.m. despite taking two Vicodin at once (which usually knocks me out but didn't phase me or the pain one bit today) I phoned the doctor who told me to come in. So, since I wasn't in any condition to even walk by myself, much less drive a car, I called hubby home from work. We were both a little nervous that this would affect my RA and Lupus since last time I had a gout attack and the gall bladder attack at the same time I ended up with fluid on the lungs from a Lupus flare!
He was home in less than an hour (it's over an hour drive, usually). I got to the doctor and yes, severe gout attack. No duh! I wanted to tell the doc he had a keen eye for the obvious, but contained my sarcasm. I was in a bit of a bad mood after squeezing my foot angonizingly into a shoe, and hobbling all the way to the car, through the medical building, and to his office, and then having to wait for half an hour sitting in an uncomfortable chair in the examining room. But he was sympathetic. He prescribed Prednisone for two weeks, and said to use the Vicodin as needed, and then said to come back in a week and he would have the blood test for uric acid levels done right there at the clinic. Then it will tell if I need to increase the Allopuriinol. I hope I don't. I am on enough crap. But I will take it if I have to in order to prevent this from happening again. And you can bet that I will not be eating anything I know is bad and can bring this on. Good-bye to Chinese food and pizza forever. It's just not worth this agony ever again.(Oh, and I am working on a project, or trying to, for that work-at-home scoring company. I finally get a decent project with them and this happens!)
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Over the years we have accumulated an enormous amount of "stuff". Boxes and boxes of stuff. Going through boxes yesterday we ran across little "doggie biscuit" awards that schools give kids to get them to do things they should want to do for the sheer enjoyment of it. Like Reading. They got rewards for reading. Do any of you remember "Book-It'? It was a campaign sponsored by Pizza Hut to get kids to read. If they read so many books, they got a free personal pan cheese pizza. All they had to do was have parents sign off that they read such and such number of books. They were trusting parents to be honest. I always was. But then again, our kids loved to read and so they got a lot of free pizzas, and a pin every time they got a free pizza and all the pins were packratted away in boxes to save, for what...who knows.
We found medals, buttons, pins, tags, patches, trophies with no names on them, certificates for everything but going to the bathroom. Broken toys, dried up pens, rotted pencils and all sorts of crap. Some crap has very sentimental value like pouches of baby teeth, soccer pictures made into baseball cards, drawings, notes, letters from friends, all sorts of stuff. Even a picture of an annoying friend of Jeff's who we always joke about to this day...the infamous Joe Petry.
J & W were here for more than two hours and filled three big black garbage bags full and emptied several boxes of crap and look around down there and it looks worse than it did before they started because now there are boxes out of place, stacks of "treasures" to be re-boxed to packrat away for the next ten to twenty years.
We are doing this now because we need to get the basement finished. We are finishing the bathroom down there, want to put in a kitchenette and finish tiling the floor, finish putting up walls, etc. But in order to be able to do that, the crap has to go.
We would get done faster if we didn't have to go through this separation anxiety with each and every item we take out of a box.
Friday, April 04, 2008
While hubby isn't even half-way done fixing out son's car, and our son has been borrowing our new Impala for the past two months, he phoned Jon today at work to inform him that the power steering went out. This is the first time we have ever had the power steering go out on a new or newer car so it was kind of a surprise and not a very convenient time for this to happen (what time is, though?)
Our son took the train and a bus to work today...and had to do a lot of walking besides, but to go home in his area of Chicago at night on foot is not a good idea. So Jon just left to drive nearly two hours to go up to the northern suburbs where our son works to pick him up, take him back to his apartment where the car is and look at the car...all in the dark. Then if he can see what is wrong with it, tomorrow order the part in the morning and go back later in the day or on Sunday to repair it.
I feel sorry for him. He never gets a minute to relax.