Any new developments? Not really. Fingers don't want to hit the correct keys on this thing, leg cramps are interesting to say the least. Palms are numb, the skin on my hands feel stretched to the point that "taunt" has a whole new meaning. The ligaments in my arms (upper & lower) feel the same. I might as well have been lifting hay out of the field, those lovely 85 pounders, and stacking them on the flat bed. They are that painful with that same "day after" throb... Speaking of hay, I'm probably about out. Have great hopes the hubs is looking into getting some. I do not ask. There's much guilt involved as it is. The financial strain on him quite strong.
I take a deep breath with caution, Someone needs to see about getting that boa constrictor more suitable housing. I am weak and have not given up smoking cigarettes. Have been trying to convince the hubs that I need the electronic ones, has fallen on deaf ears. Mom and the aunt have been taking care of me on the herbal smoke department, bless their hearts. I want for the strength to just walk away from them, as my mom did several years ago.
The top teeth in the front are still numb, the lower jaw as well. Facial tics abound. Have settled on this being my new "norm", although it seems the waves across the back of the head/neck come and go. No longer constant. Discomfort in the right eye. Reckon "it's" feeling the need to spread the wealth. The tip of the tongue still feels mostly asleep, some taste buds have returned. I can tell sweetness, but still mostly can only feel the textures of food. Am relying on memory to force myself to eat. There is no hunger, not even a pang.
The longer I attempt to write this, the more pain shoots through the hands. It feels like my fingernails want to removes themselves with every stroke of a key. Many mis-strikes are occurring - so much for years of typing. I try to correct errors, which is proving exhausting. The brain is trying to keep up.
A "dry sweat", no other way I know of to describe it, continues. Have had it for almost 3 weeks now. Any physical exhertion seems to bring it on and I can smell the ammonia emitting from my body. It disgusts me. I've not the energy to shower, struggle to do it once a day. Lotion doesn't make the skin feel any less tight. From the top of my head to the bottoms of my feet, every tiny millimeter of skin feels stretched to the max. I know that it's all plenty of room, I've no muscle left and the skin just hangs from my upper arms, butt & thighs.
I've a doctors appointment Sept. 4th. Gonna give my mom's surgeon a try. Why?? Well, the poor fella became quite ill about a year ago. Finally was found to have heavy metal poisoning, from a still unknown source. He knows 1st hand what unknown horrors ravished his body and the work to get himself well. I am in high hopes that he will be more gung-ho in tracking down what's happened to me. Either an answer or another specialist that can be seen. Someone made him well, I wish to be as well. Besides, I know he wishes me to be well again. Although the last time I accompanied mom on a visit I teased him it was only selfish reasoning on his part - he's addicted to a molasses & quinoa cookie I make, lol. Yes, he has 1st hand experience with being gluten free, sugar free, etc - all due to his illness. In addition to chelation therapy & a host of others. I can't currently think of whom better to discuss my malfunctions with, someone with a personal understanding.
The stars were sure pretty this mornin'. Wish I'd had the strength to take the camera out and do some snapping. Another thing one misses & takes for granted - the ability to do the simplest of things in life....
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