Okay so... it's been a while. But it wasn't for a lack of trying. I started a couple of blogs a while back and things just sort of got in the way. So I am just going to have to give you the shotgun version of events from the past three months.
It is said that kindness is shown through your actions rather than your words, and I believe that to be true. For Christmas this year, my love, Heather, got a hold of my friends and family and had everyone chip in so that I could buy a memory foam mattress. Memory foam is approved by the Arthritis Foundation, and I have to say I have noticed a tremendous difference in my back. She was able to pull all of this off not only while she was teaching four classes, but also without me even having an inkling that it was going on.
Her actions were committed out of true kindness, and now she will be able to reap the benefit also. We are moving into a house together next week, and we will be using my new mattress. It feels nice to want to live with someone again. We are both excited about the house we have found and look forward to playing in the dirt and gardening. I am excited that my cats will have many more windows to look out of. They have been staring at the walls of the other apartments around me for the last three years- this should be a visual treat for them...
I was recently accepted back into Chico State to work on my graduate degree in Communication Studies. I have applied for a TA position as well, and I hope that works out also. With the knowledge that I am going back to school on August 24th, I am finagling ways to keep not only my current job, but also my current health benefits while knocking off a significant amount of time I actually spend there...
The AS is sort of at a status quo. I recently had another appointment with Dr. Afrasiabi, and he has upped my dosage of methotrexate. I am struggling with my sudden, nausea inducing revoltion toward needles. I have never really been bothered by needles before, but whenever I think about the 1 1/2" needle going into my haunch every week, it makes me gag a bit...
There are boxes and crap all over my apartment right now, all waiting to be moved and I am sitting here on the computer. I stepped on a piece of glass at Heather's house today and cut the crap out of my heel. It thankfully didn't need stitches, but it still hurts like a mother. (What does "hurts like a mother" mean anyway? Of course, it could be short for mother fucker, but even then, that doesn't even make sense). Heather and I had a ton of errands to run today, so I hobbled through as best as I could, but by the time we made it to the eeee-vil empire of Wal-Mart, I couldn't bear it so I did one of the singularly most embarrassing things in my life: I rode around Wal-Mart in a motorized cart... eating a McDonald's cheeseburger. I was living a little slice of the American Dream right there.
There is a weird frustration that goes along with cutting my heel. Because of all the immunosuppressants I take now, I heal very, very slowly. A paper cut takes like two weeks to heal, so this deep gash in my heel is going to take forever. I have come mostly to terms with a lot of the changes my body has gone through, but I still get frustrated over it. I am going to have to grin and bear it all while trying to get everything packed up for the move...
The medical companies are sending out the goons for me. I haven't been able to keep up with them financially-even with insurance. I will pay them all off eventually, I just wish they could find even a smidge of compassion and patience in the mean time...
...perhaps I can just pop out a litter of eight babies, and then California will just pick up the whole bill...
