Today is a high pain day. Like a solid seven and a half out of ten. My hips are screaming, my knees hurt, my hands hurt too much to crochet. I can knit, as it takes different hand positions and is less painful, but man does it suck to be me today.
My knees are absolutely screaming today, or at least my right one. I don’t know what I did, but I feel like I need to get a knee brace. It feels like the kneecap itself is trying to escape.
What aspects of your cultural heritage are you most proud of or interested in?
Most of my heritage is generally Jewish. Or a blackjack dealer. At least on my mom’s side of the equation.
The paternal unit has the communication skills the gods gave a block of Parmesan cheese. So I have no clue about his heritage. Other than he lives in Pennsylvania.
What gives me energy? The laughter of friends. Or, I’ll be honest, a caffeine pill or two. Or, a good, sugar- free Coke Zero with a splash of sugar-free vanilla syrup.
Sometimes, it’s spite. I get up and do things despite how I may be feeling.
Which topics would you like to be more informed about?
Honestly? My own diagnoses, that’s what I’d like to be more informed about.
I don’t know much about diabetes other than “sugar/carbs BAD”. I know Metformin helps my blood sugar, so does my basaglar. But I don’t know more than that. And every time I ask, I get referred to an endocrinologist that turns out to be some sort of shitheel.
I don’t know that much about fibromyalgia except that pregabalin helps me function at a three to five, usually, on the pain scale rather than a seven to nine. I know I still hurt.
I know I’m likely going to need new knees at some point, for they’ve been bad since I was a teenager.
I want to know more about Autism Spectrum Disorder, beyond people trying to fix me.
And don’t get me started on my bipolar. No one, none of my providers, have done anything but throw medication at the problem (read: me), and suggest therapy. Except I can’t find an affordable, in-network therapist that is queer/asexually friendly.
My most recent attempt at therapy cost me $65 for half an hour, and I was told to medicate to fix my “low libido issue”. Fuck off with that.
Ugh. I guess I’ll be googling stuff in the near future.
Well, my mother was Jewish. My not-biological-father was lapsed Roman Catholic. I’m pagan.
So the secular holidays are meh. I don’t celebrate them much, beyond getting together with friends for a homemade meal.
Now the witchy holidays I try to keep, do a little something for each. Like, tomorrow is the first day of Fall and I plan to try and make some quick bread when I get home from work, spoons depending.
Date day, this morning, kicked off about an hour after it was supposed to. We both slept in till almost eight. We were trying to be on the road sometime after seven thirty.