Thursday, August 9, 2018

Still Waiting for Help

I don't like not trusting people. I'd rather believe that everyone has the best of intentions and that people in the profession of helping others are really there to help me. But MAN doctors don't always make it easy!

I've been trying to get a hold of my neurologist for almost three weeks now. I want to increase my Lyrica dose and also let her know that I'm still having the scary muscle weakness. I've sent 4 messages to her now through our online medical chart and called. I even just asked to talk to the on-call neurologist this morning to try and get some help. But I haven't heard a peep back yet. 

At this point I'm just tired of waiting for help and am trying to go through my primary care doctor for the increased dose. My fingers are crossed that I'll hear back from him today.


I'm also still waiting on Shirley. I had really hoped I'd have her by today. Tomorrow is my husband's birthday and we're going out of town. I intentionally added a "rush" and paid extra for shipping to make sure I'd have her in time. Drat! Hopefully just going slow and using Meg will be enough to get me through the day. 

Thankfully I'm still only working 2 days a week. It has been exhausting, but I love it. I'm taking it as slow as I can and modifying my office to accomidate my needs. My office manager knows about my diagnosis and my needs and everyone has been very supportive. 


I've also been spoiling myself and letting my husband spoil me. The Cymbalta has really helped increase my energy, but now I risk doing too much. He's always reminding me to take it slow and guard my spoons. My doctor just increased my Cymbalta dose from 20mg to 30mg at my request. See neurologist! That's how it's done!

Hopefully the Lyrica will be resolved soon. In the meantime I'm still on 50mg 2x a day. My knee and feet x-rays didn't show any RA damage, so now it's onto the MRI portion of the evening (be sure to tip your waiters.) 

... And waiting on Shirley. I'll be sure to report back my thoughts on a transport chair as soon as I get her.

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