Fast Forward

So, I haven't had much to report. 2011 and into the beginning 2012 were really, really a messed up time. The specialists all basically gave up and sent me back to my primary care doc, who tried various anti-anxiety drugs. Which helped me spiral into a nasty round with depressions.

Then, summer of 2012 I won a one-month membership to Gold's Gym. As the days progressed with gym practice, the neuropathies decided to depart. Such sweet relief.

2013 was filled with a couple of troubling medical traumas, and there went my gym attendance. I worked at it trying to get back into the groove, and was just about there when the second major major health trauma of the year occurred.

From that second blast, I simply have not recuperated back to where I was in 2012 with gym attendance. Yesterday, BAM, the entirety of the right leg, full force tingles. Today, it is just in the right foot and in the right leg.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Well, I am still alive. Stayed with my friend Nancy for five weeks whilst this apartment was being renovated. Dora decided to get the kitchen completed and patchwork the bathroom. I decided to move on out. So, I moved back in to pack up to move out, the 30th of April.

Heard from so many people that whilst staying with Nancy's that I should see a significant change in health. Nope. Still had the tingles and the jolts with me. The rheumatologist said that there is no connection for radon and neuropathy. And with my body being declared clear of mold, that's another reason ruled out.

I have three weeks, now two weeks to pack up and move. It is frustrating this fatigue factor. I can only pack so much before I am whooped, my legs do not want to stand any more. So, it is a slow and depressing process. Hoping to be able to recruit some friends to help me move out. I know I won't be able to do it on my own.

And that's where I feel right now. On my own. With the fatigue and the aches and stuff, most folk have simply given up on asking me to join them in doing any thing. Oh well.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Abba Father, it's me again. I need your comfort something crazy like. Thank you for your ever presence!

So. I did some brief internet browsing on this radon stuff. Scary paranoia type of stuff all over about lung diseases and cancers. It can't be that bad, no?

I called my primary care doc again, left a message with his nurse saying that I had some more questions. My doc himself returns the call to me, not his nurse calling back.

He reiterated once again that radon is a very serious killer and should not be messed with. He stated that he was serious about that neither of us should live in the house with the issue being untreated. He is unaware of any connection btwn radon and neuropathy, but to call my rheumatologist to verify. He also said that having lived in there for six years, I will need to start an annual chest x-ray to verify. He stated that he had re-checked my x-ray and lung test from the mold concern and did not see any concerns in those.

So. Now what? I've a call in with the rheumatologist. I'll get with my landlady Dora to see what she knows, thinks, recommends. Maybe it could be retested? Maybe the rooting around and remodeling and all just stirred the stuff up and will settle down after the remodel? Moving? Ha! Please, no?

What a fun month March has been, eh?