My Monday was a roller coaster ride of events and emotions. I wanted to write this post much sooner, but I needed time to digest it. I know I’ve said before that writing relaxes me and lets me sort my thoughts, but not even that could help. Trust me, I tried several times to write here and in my journal. It wasn’t happening.
Here it goes.
First thing Monday morning, I found out that my expecting cousin is having a boy. This is really exciting because the present I am getting her is about 20 times cuter on a boy. I can’t say what I am getting her because she sometimes reads my blog but I can tell you that it is amazing and I just…I can’t even…It’s too much…OH MY GOSH! IT’S GOING TO BE SO ADORABLE. I could gush about it forever, but it’s so adorable that all of my words just come out as mumble jumble. I’ll have to share what it is when I give her the present.
Let’s move on because I’m going to sound like a broken record if we continue on this topic.
So after I found out that my cousin is having a boy, I found out that my new computer shipped on Monday! (Maybe that means I will start blogging more often.) My old lap top would stop responding then I’d get a blue screen and then it would take 45 minutes to get it back up and working again. Madness. But my new one gets here today. I’ll be blogging about ridiculous things – more than usual – just to use my computer.
Now here comes the first dip. Might I chime in that so far it’s only 9:30am by this point.
It’s time for my rheumatologist appointment. Yes, I am 27 years old and have a rheumatologist. My knees have been accumulating fluid since 2009. I’ve been through a superabundance of tests and still no one has any clue what is going on in my knees. Sure, I have a Baker’s Cyst, but we don’t know why. I have a high ANA, but from what? No one can figure it out. Why is the pain in my knee so bad that I can’t even walk up stairs? Why is there so much fluid in my knees that I can neither straighten my knee completely nor bend it all the way?
So I go to the rheumatologist and the first thing I find out is that I broke 150 pounds. I weighed in at 151 which has never happened before in my life. I’m 5’10” with athletic legs. My healthy weight is about 145. Lovely. So I go in with my list of symptoms and all of my notes. What does my doc decide to do? All of the same tests that have been done for the last 5 years and have come back normal. We’re getting no where. I was ready to cry. I’m 27 and can’t even go on a long walk. Not fair. It’s like the doctors are too afraid to test me or treat me for something that is out of the ordinary. I go back in a couple of weeks to get my test results. Maybe he’ll start believing me when everything is normal again. Fingers crossed.
Doc also told me that he wants to try me on steroids. That means more weight gain, jittery feeling, and inability to sleep at night. Guess what that means!! More nonsensical blog posts – the kind that are written at 2am with a sleep-deprived brain!
I had to get an X-Ray real quick before I left the medical building. Then I stopped at the grocery store to hit up the salad bar for some lunch. I didn’t do this because I was fat. I just enjoy a good salad for lunch.
It wasn’t my normal grocery store. Guess who I saw. It freaked me out. I did a double take. We locked eyes for a brief second. I panicked and ran to another side of the store. When I started to make my way back to the salad bar, I had to peak around every corner to make sure she wasn’t there. I was like a meerkat on sentry duty while I was shoveling lettuce into the plastic container.
Did you figure out who it was? It was Crazy. Crazy, as in the star of the Crazy Chronicles. She was a little more covered in fake tanner and it looked as if she had gotten lip injections and her hair dyed. But it was her. It was her. Even if you have read all of the Chronicles, you probably don’t understand how crazy she is. Maybe one night when I am wide awake from the steroids I will tell you the real horror story.
So at 12:30pm I get back to work. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Well, the rest of the work day anyway.
I got home and I got a picture from my mom of my dad … in a sling.
Broken collar bone. I heard the story about how it happened and my heart started racing. I know this is going to sound a little preachy, but I started thanking God for my sister’s suggestion to buy him a helmet for Christmas. I remembered why I so firmly believe in Him. I know there are people who don’t believe and blame it on happy coincidences. But like an atheist can fathom the existence of someone they can’t see or otherwise sense, I can’t imagine a world without His existence. I just can’t ever get over these small miracles. Dad may have only gotten 4 skiing days worth of use out of his helmet, but it was the best $170 ever spent.
I guess my day was more like a ride on the Tower of Dome. I had a pleasant ride at the start, a nice leisurely ride to the top. Then it all just went straight down from there. I hate those kinds of rides. I always lose my stomach and that is the worst feeling.