Started my day catapulted out of bed with a charleyhorse. One minute I’m a silver Chinese dragon, the next I’m whimpering and whining and trying to straighten out my leg. Obviously, I forgot my own best advice to ALWAYS take a muscle relaxant on nights I have PT, even if I think that I don’t need them. Considering that last night I was utterly exhausted and crashed at 9 pm should have been a clue that my body wasn’t reacting well.
(In good news, hubby made dinner so all I had to do last night was to get the green blanket taken care of and off my to-do list. However, I need to add packing and dyeing my hair. Foo.)
Despite being wiped, PT went well. We tried some electrotherapy on my shoulder and it was *wonderful*. It worked really well when I sprained my ankle, so I don’t know why my brain didn’t associate this treatment with my RA. My therapist is going to give my rheumie a recommendation and if he approves it (and if my insurance covers it) I can get a small at-home machine, about the size of a walkman. (Remember those? No? You’re too young- go away. Okay, not really, but Google it for context. Whippersnapper.) I think this is fairly brilliant, since it is something I can use when my knee acts up as well. I see it along the lines of my heating pad- something used in moderation as needed, but a huge help for pain management.
In other news, that Chinese dragon dream was pretty awesome. I dream vividly and every night (it’s kind of tiring at times). In this one I was the East Wind. In my subconscious reconstruction of Chinese mythology, the East Wind was responsible for lovers meeting and such. I could also turn into a large silver koi, and calm or cause storms (this involved dancing with fans. Clearly, my subconscious mind is culturally insensitive on the dividing line between Chinese and Japanese traditional culture).
And then the charleyhorse. But I digress.
Oh. Also? Nosebleed at work. That’s always so damn classy. Today is obviously fired.
My F-U of the day goes to the clueless (although questionably well-meaning) person who asked me a gazillion questions about mortality rates for RA. From an eight year old I’d understand, but from a 40-something I would hope that they would have developed a little more sensitivity by now. (This actually happened yesterday and is obviously not anyone who knows me in the slightest, which made it doubly rude, imo. I’m still seething. And a bit depressed.)
I had an Ultimate Chocolate Brownie and a chai. My day is looking up.
I think that I’m due for some picture posts soon. Picture posts! Picture posts!
Image from We Heart It