Welp. I've gained ten or so pounds since the last time I went to the doctor. That doesn't surprise me considering how I eat big dinners. Small breakfasts and lunches, but huge dinners. My blood pressure is back up in heart attack territory. My sugars aren't great, but at least they're not as bad as they were. My kidneys are doing really well, though, which isn't bad for a couple of organs that tried to stop working once upon a time, leading to an ER visit.
And now down to brass tacks. Do I have rheumatoid arthritis like that immediate care doctor said I probably do? I got the test results over the weekend, and there's some good news and some bad news.
The good news: it's not rheumatoid arthritis. That test came back negative.
The bad news: there's still something going on in my hands and some of my joints. The inflammatory tests came back indicating that something bad is happening. No shit, right? My hands are killing me all the time, now. It's worse in the mornings. But what is this bad something? The doctor doesn't know.
So I'm seeing a specialist next month. I was kind of hoping for some painkillers because aspirin ain't cutting it. Neither is Tylenol. I can't take ibuprofen because that's what led to my aforementioned near kidney failure.
Well fuck. Icing my fingers sometimes helps. So does running hot water over them. But those things only help in that moment. When I walk away from the ice/heat, it's right back to square one.
I wonder if the specialist will give me something at least to take the edge off. It would be nice to go at least one day without feeling this pain.
Well fuck.
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