I drove out to the little small town nearby for my second Tui Na Massage appointment this morning. It was different from the first in that a) I was fine to wear soft, not-long-sleeved or -panted (is that even a word?) clothing, b) we only went over what was currently painful c) it was only one hour, and d) I did not need to rest afterwards.
We spent some time talking about the things I learned this week. The practitioner was glad to hear that I had learned about how my posture/habits/etc. affected my pain levels. She said that some people don’t take time to notice those things and those are the people that she sees repeatedly for “little issues that have become big.” I told her that I consider myself a life-long learner and that that applied not just to my mental education, but to my physical one as well. :)
She went to work on my right foot, which I’d stubbed a few days ago, finished up on my right hip, and re-worked my left spine in the spot that always pops out. Then she told me something that she said she’d felt to compelled to tell a lot of people lately (and may as well tell me): people really need to work on being good at being adults. I laughed, as she had just gotten off an “emergency” phone call from her son wherein she had to give him directions somewhere three different ways before he understood her. Anyhow, the gist of it was this: watch your posture, eat food that makes you feel good (not just full), and wear good shoes. I’m am totally guilty of at least two of those. *sitting up straighter & searching for better shoes & tossing out all the super-crunchy food now* Ah-hem.
At the end of the appointment, she asked me if I still thought I had RA. I told her that while she had, in fact, made me feel better than I had in years, I wasn’t willing to go quite that far. I still am having my morning stiffness (which she said “everyone has that, it’s part of being older”) and I am still low grade feverish, as I am when I am flaring or overworked. She told me that a lot of people with migraines have low grade fevers and that I had one each time I’d been to see her so far (which was true; I’ve been very migraine triggered lately). I will have to look for more information on that because I’ve never had a regular doctor make that particular connection before.
In any case, I’m back to feeling better now. I didn’t have to lie down after this appointment and I don’t have to do the warm clothes & soup thing this time either. I just went to my new favorite bookstore and am back home again. :)
A page from my 1987 4-H Record Book, which was my first attempt at what I now refer to as my scrapbooking (though who really uses scraps of paper? I always bought stuff especially for the purpose of scrapbooking). I was snarky even then.
After having the massage, I have discovered all the ways that I’m “doing it wrong.” I sit wrong at church and in meetings, which makes the balls of my feet hurt all the time. I sit wrong at the computer and that is making my hip and knee and opposite ankle hurt (not to mention my head/neck). When a boy sleeps in my bed, I throw up my arms weird and sleep all twisted up, which makes my shoulders and spine hurt. I chew lots of hard, crunchy things, which throws my jaw out of place and makes my head hurt. So many things… *sigh* So now I’m trying to be more ergonomically correct and thoughtful about my body positions. Yay?
I had a form of Chinese massage today to help with my RA. Oddly enough, my massage therapist doesn’t believe that RA is a real thing. She told me that I had basically dislocated most of my joints and set to work putting them back into place. For the most part, I’m feeling pretty good now. Range of motion in my neck, shoulders, and hips is better than it’s been in years. A few places still aren’t up to snuff. One place actively hurts like h*ll. In any case, I get to spend the next three days in pj’s and eating soup. Then, I go back next week to try to finish up the stuff that wasn’t done today..
Some mornings I get up, pour myself some cereal, then can’t eat it because it hurts my jaw too much. That same jaw pain will keep me from talking on the phone, flossing my teeth, and even smiling as much as I normally do.
I just saw this in a post from CreakyJoints and thought I’d share in case you hadn’t seen it yet: Arthritis Pain Predictor
RA-wise, the last six months have been ok. I’m still on Orencia, have added methotrexate in, have had a couple steroid shots, and am back on prednisone for a 16 day taper right now. I’ve felt the RA inching ever higher on basic levels of pain, so I’ll be upping my methotrexate again next month, which makes me not as happy as I might be.
But today, today is the day for weirdness. A tick fell out of my hair this morning and latched onto my arm. I got if off and sanitized and put antibiotic ointment on it, but I have no idea if it had been nibbling on me in the night. What do I do about that?
And then today we realized that our youngest child, who has been fully vaccinated, most likely has chickenpox. We’re going to check with his doctor about it. I guess I’ll need to call my doctor,too, because it’s been a quadruple whammy of a week. :(
How are y’all?
Fall flowers from my love
I’ve spent the last couple of weeks hanging out on the phone talking to various people at Orencia, and Caremark Mail Order Pharmacy, the local hospital, and two of my doctor’s offices. Back and forth and back and forth. “Please will you give me this information?” “Please will you put this information into my account?” “Please will you just let me pay for Heaven’s sake?!?!” It’s been such fun. Delightful, even.
For one of the annoying things, my doctor’s office held onto my Orencia support card, promising to give Caremark the info when they called in the prescription. Alas, they did not. Caremark was not paid by the support people and I was not paying them because I thought the support people were and the doctor’s office people said that they never hold onto those cards and have no idea why I thought they had mine. “I have a note on my piece of paper from that appointment. I wrote down that you took my card. I can’t help that you no longer have it.” So onto calling Orencia, where I was transferring three times and made to recite my entire lineage practically to get the numbers…well, two of the three numbers. I didn’t have an actual card in hand, so I had no idea there were supposed to be three, which the Caremark lady assured me that there were. So again with the song and dance and transferring around to get the final number. Then calling back Caremark yet again with the numbers, only to be told that I called one day too late and that my shipment would never arrive by my next infusion appointment. So I call the doctor’s office again and find out that mysteriously my appointment is not until next week, contrary to the appointment card I have in my hand (and also, I’m the second one mis-scheduled this morning). So yay?
The other annoying thing was at another doctor’s office. This particular office houses many doctor’s, more than they have office clerks for out front. There are always lines, always delays, and they always tell me that they’ll bill me by mail because there’s a line for the one and only credit card machine in the building. Seriously, I will buy them another machine myself, it is so very annoying. Anyways, I only see this doctor about once a year for my annual exam, so I don’t think about them much. Until the phone calls start. Someone called and wanted me to come into the office to pay. No, they wouldn’t take payment by phone; they weren’t the billing office. I needed to COME IN. So I got in my car, drove up to the still ridiculously busy office, and attempted to make a payment…where once again I was asked to pay by mail. I even offered cash. They don’t like cash. *sigh* So I go home. I get another call from the same woman asking me to come in and pay. At this point I’m feeling testy. I refuse. I am not driving up there again to be thwarted by the office staff. No. A few days later a woman from the billing office of the main hospital calls me and asks for payment. I say “Really? You’ll let me pay? Please let me pay!” The woman laughed hysterically at that. I told her my story and she was astonished. She also said she’d investigate getting that office another credit card machine.
Anyway, that’s my crazy month. What’s going on in yours?