So, one of the interesting/entertaining events at the doctor’s Tuesday was that he now has doctor-in-training assisting him. She is petite and adorable and nicely dressed and I utterly forgot her name. Typical me. She did my lead-up examination and I gave her an abbreviated health history… which we were still going through when my doc came into the office a half-hour later. As I joked: “I have what’s known as a complex health history”.
At one point we were reviewing my joint pain and I explained that I had a wrist splint, an ankle splint, and two elbow pads in my bag. At all times. “Do you need all those?” “Yes, but thankfully not always all at once.” I then told her about sleeping with elbow splints for my cubital tunnel. The look on her face convinced me to not mention the other wrist splint.
Speaking of the elbow splints, I am slowly getting used to them. The main problem is that I tend to flop on my back and then sleep like that the rest of the night, which is bad. Also, my elbows are stiff when I take them off in the morning. Interestingly, it seems to be helping my wrists, since I’m less likely to sleep on them or tuck them up in weird positions. But, I digress. Also, I learned quickly to take my glasses off BEFORE putting the second splint on. There was a hilarious comedy routine when I discovered my mistake which was utterly lost on the cat.
One other interesting thing that came out of that appointment was my doc explaining the thirds rule to his trainee. This is something I have heard in passing before. Basically, with chronic illnesses like mine, 1/3 get better, 1/3 stay the same, 1/3 get worse, no matter what treatment (or lack thereof) is used. That was a bit sobering and not really something I wanted to hear. Since this applies to both of my main conditions, one can go up while the other goes down. It’s madness, madness I tell you! *sigh*
The sleep deprivation is really getting bad, and I am doing something I never do, which is self-medicate. I woke up every hour last night and am exhausted and can barely walk today. I cut my morning pill in quarters and only took 3/4 and will stick to that until I have the new prescription. At this point, it won’t hurt me and might just help. Hubby drove me to work and partway there realised that he forgot his work ID. As we pulled back into the driveway I said “I’m trying really hard not to see this as a second chance to crawl back into bed.” “I will if you will” he replied. In the end we were good little automaton droids and went back to work, but it was VERY tempting…