My furbabies, Stewie and Leela, are now officially 8 years old.

In May of 2002, we found a lady with 3 siamese litters born within a 2-4 day period (13 kittens total)  in Schenectady, NY, and so we drove from college to select our little ones.  When we arrived, only 4 kittens were left: 2 boys, 2 girls. Leela, a tiny, opinionated, strong-willed, vivacious little blue-point selected us and then we asked her to select the brother she wished to bring with her. Of the two boys left, both were seal-point and both were nursing from Leela’s mother (the only blue-point mom, and the only voluptuous one, which is definitely Leela’s body type). Leela’s pounced on Stewie’s tail and we chose him.  Since we were graduating within a couple of weeks and they were barely 6 weeks old, we paid up-front, and the kittens as a writhing mass taking over the bathroom were basically gone, the nice woman held onto them for us, using a terry hair-tie as a collar for each. The day before graduation, we picked them up in one carrier and their little mews in the car for the entire hour drive were adorable.

Eight years and four moves later, their mews have turned into yowls, which is far less adorable on a 6-hour car ride, and Leela has gone from being the larger, voluptuous one to the larger, slimmer lady while Stewie has just gotten more peculiar and, although he was slim for years, still really likes his food and now has gotten chubby (although the licked-bare belly does accentuate it). Although they no longer fly several feet in the air to bat at a dangling object, they still have some very kittenish moments and are extremely loving and cuddly.

Cat products state that cats are in their “senior” years at age 7, which is a very scary thought considering the amount of time I spend worrying about, loving, arguing with, or talking to my fluffies. However, considering they are strictly-indoor cats and in fine health (especially if Stewie can slim down a bit and stop the belly-licking), I imagine they’ll be a part of our family for another 5-10 years.

Stewie & Leela together, age 4

Stewie & Leela together, age 4

Leela, age 4, Getting Into Trouble

Leela, age 4, getting into trouble

Proud Stewie, age 4

Proud Stewie, age 4

Stewie & Leela, fully grown

Stewie & Leela, age 8

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I’ve had the same rheumatologist for 4 years, now. He’s seen me working and in pain and working and using a walker and fresh from the hospital and completely, unexplainedly fine, and working again and slowly getting worse. The past few visits he’s been telling me I’m really not that bad, when I just rest and stay unstressed. However, I surprised him today. He started up with the “So, what hurts?” and really not believing me when I said “I’ve been feeling much worse.” I said I have 3-7 migraines a week, and headaches the other days. He really didn’t seem interested in helping that. But then we got to the specific areas of localized pain and, wouldn’t you know it, the part that was the most painful was the shoulder he just gave an injection to 6 weeks ago. Usually, the injections cause a great improvement, so now I am possibly being honest and undramatic when I say “I’ve been feeling worse and have been unable to exercise properly.”

In the end, all my doctors agreed that I cannot return to full-time classroom teaching, and I have forms filled out by all of them to that effect. Hopefully, I will continue to live off the sick leave bank through June 17th (the 100th day of my Sick Leave Bank leave, 6 days before teachers are off-duty but 2 days after kids leave) and before getting let-go. If not, I can start tutoring kids to prep for finals, but I’m hoping to get as much time to get better as possible.

Here’s the skinny on my pain:

Weight gain does not add padding for my joints, back, or tush; it just adds weight to lug around and a greater amount of skin to be overly sensitive.

I can’t sleep on my side, because of both of my hips hurt and both of my shoulders displace a bit, but the weight of my DDs makes my breastbone hurt when I sleep on my back. If I don’t sleep well, I am achier the next day. And so it goes day after day until I finally sleep for over 12 hrs straight, after which I feel awesome and do too much and then can’t sleep because I’d slept so much and the cycle restarts.

Exercise can help if it’s just enough (so a little more than I feel like at first and a lot less than adrenaline helps me want to do once I’ve started). The next day, I can do the same amount. The third day, I can do a little more…  But once I stop or get hurt or do too much, I’m practically back to square one. It’s very difficult.

Meds are not as spectacular as they sound, but they do help.

  • Lyrica causes my nervous system to quiet down; like having the lights off and the blinds closed on a sunny day, it helps keep the lights out, but there still is light, or like making the middle part of a swear word silent for TV, you still get the gist but it’s a little less offensive.
  • Nabumetone is an all-day NSAID, so I don’t have to take Advil or Aleve. It means I never know I’m sick, because it also works as a fever reducer, but it does turn the pain dial down a notch.
  • Flexeril is a muscle relaxant. I only take it at night to relax enough so I can sleep, or on the very very very rare occasion that I’m having horrible muscle spasm pain, especially in my neck. It’s kind of like removing the sword from the wound: it still hurts, but at least it’s not still slicing you.
  • Hydrocodone (a.k.a. Vicodin) is a mixed bag. It’s a well-known opium-derived pain reliever that can totally lower my pain and make me feel human and relaxed and wonderful. It can also lower my horrible-level-9 blocked-out pain just enough that I feel it, causing unspeakable discomfort until the meds wear off. Plus, the more frequently you use it, the more you need. Plus, it is potentially habit-forming.
  • I have just discovered Lidocaine pads, which are awesome for my ribs, breastbone, and other bonier places. Not as good for inside joints (like shoulders), for my neck (under my hair doesn’t work, for obvious reasons), or even tight muscles unless it’s a nausea-inducing, swollen, pulled-muscle pain. But I do use them up to 3 at a time either to get through a rough time in public wearing a bra or to get to sleep. (A heating pad also works well for my lower back/hips.)
  • Klonipin is actually a psychiatric drug for anxiety, but it also relieves stress-induced muscle tension. I always surprise myself if I take half of a 0.5 mg tablet (that’s 1/4 of a milligram) during the day, before a stressful activity, because I just can relax and enjoy myself much more.
  • Cymbalta is an antidepressant that is also FDA-approved for people with fibromyalgia because it works on just the reuptake of norepinepherine and has few side effects. Since the ECT, it is all I’ve needed to manage my depression and depression itself can cause all kinds of sleep disturbance and unnecessary stress.
  • Seasonique is a 13-week-long birth control pill. It delivers a steady, low dose of hormone over nearly 3 months. This minimizing of fluctuation helps my mood considerably and reduces the amount of PMDD (which is like the raging stereotype of PMS, only worse) and PMDD-related-stress and PMDD-related-pain that I have had to deal with, even on the cheaper 4-week pill. This last cycle, I had a 1 day long, very light period and barely any PMS.

On another note, I read an article about foods that are good for and bad for fibromyalgia pain. Apparently, sugar, aspertame, and other artifical-sweeteners are reported to make pain worse by approximately the same amounts, so I’ll just go with fruit and ignoring articles in which all the test subjects start out believing certain foods effect their pain.

In addition, I’ve discovered that being home and doing very little means that I use fewer points than Weight Watchers allows on a daily basis (thus my weight gain). So now, I just eat as few points as possible with that daily points level as my “splurge.” We’ll see if it works.

That said, I’m going to make an appointment to see an allergist about possible gluten issues and one with an acupuncturist about my migraines, my sinuses, and my fibromyalgia pain.

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Apparently, fibromyalgia and gluten sensitivity have a lot of similar features, according to Deirdre Rawlings, writing for FOODS FOR FIBROMYALGIA.

Physical symptoms associated with gluten intolerance and celiac disease include the following:

  • Abdominal cramping / bloating
  • Abdominal distention
  • Appetite increased (to the point of craving)
  • Back pain
  • Constipation
  • Dehydration
  • Decreased ability to clot blood
  • Diarrhea
  • Dry skin
  • Edema
  • Electrolyte depletion
  • Energy loss
  • Fatigue
  • Gas / flatulence
  • Mouth sores or cracks in the corners
  • Muscle cramping (especially in the hands and legs)
  • Night blindness
  • Weakness and lethargy

Emotional states associated with gluten intolerance and celiac disease are:

  • Brain fog
  • Depression
  • Difficulty concentrating
  • Disinterested in normal activities
  • Irritable
  • Mood changes

How many of these sound like a person with fibromyalgia, depression, mild anxiety, and irritable bowel? Exactly. How about if I just list the symptoms I don’t have?

  • _____?

Yeah, I’ve got it all. And my weekend (Friday-Sunday) was very, very gluten rich and surprisingly increasingly painful. So I might have a sensitivity, if not an allergy (I also sometimes break out in unexplained rashes, which I currently have), and I ought to ask my doctor to do tests to determine whether this is possible. Until then, I should eat a low-carb diet.

But gluten is sooooo yummy. My favorite foods are ice cream, bread, chocolate, and pasta.

So I could change my diet and possibly turn everything around (and also lose a lot of weight without my favorite foods to tempt me) but lose the comfort of those favorite foods except on rare occasion.

Or I could go on as if this weren’t a possibility.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I made an appointment for next Wednesday (3/10) with my rheumatologist and I will definitely be bringing this up.

Luckily, my “adoptive” grandmother (my husband’s maternal grandmother)’s husband has gluten intolerance and he eats a gluten-free diet, so she could have some great suggestions, and there are many cookbooks and diet books out there.

I don’t know what I’m hoping for. Maybe a notable sensitivity in tests, but not a complete intolerance, giving me the the ability to indulge in very small amounts and leading to a breakthrough turnaround that changes my life. Yeah, that would rock.

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Today, I woke up feeling like I had been a sidekick character in an action movie. Everything hurt. As though I’d been running, dodging random rubble, ducking during explosions and gunfire, hiding in an odd crouched position, hanging from ledges 10 stories up…

How do you explain suddenly getting hit by pain one day but feeling only slightly achy but relatively fine the day before ?

How can you cope with needing more than 12 hours of sleep a day because those 12 hours are so interrupted and light?

How can you get anything done if you have a full-blown migraine 4-7 days a week?

How can you work to strengthen muscle if pushing just a little too far for that particular day means major setbacks?

How can you have a daily or weekly routine and plan things around this, or have anyone depend on you?

I want to be a tutor that can be relied upon, which means I’ll have to suck it up and push through a migraine for 2 hrs a day, and even 3 or 4 hrs some days.

I want to be a wife or relative you can count on, but I can’t promise to be able to do a necessary task “tomorrow” or be up to an outing or get-together on a set date.

But the more frustrated or stressed-out I get, worrying about being “up to” this or that, the worse I feel…

Basically, I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.

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I know it seems like a silly little thing, but I am absolutely thrilled that my husband has made some new friends! Last weekend, I was unhappy that he left the house after freeing up my car to go prep for Sunday’s Magic tourney in Boston, and less happy when he called to say that he wouldn’t be home until 1am. However, when he got home and explained that he’d met some guys and went to one guy’s house and hung out there, I was thrilled!

This week, he’s stayed in contact with them through Magic websites and is hanging out most of tomorrow at his friend’s house to test Magic decks and watch the US vs. Canada gold medal hockey game. I’ll miss him, but I’m so, so happy that he found intelligent people with similar interest that he can spend time with and that he is feeling less isolated.

When it comes right down to it, Peter is more than my husband, he’s my best friend and I want him to be happy and content. I knew I could not do that on my own, but I can give him the freedom to spend time with friends.

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