Appointment with my GP yesterday. Last week, appointment with the cardiologist. The cardiologist upped the meds to twice a day instead of once a day since they seem to be helping the symptoms I was having. Symptoms they cannot tell
Cats Out of Context…
The following have been said about or to cats in our household within the past week. (Sometimes, more than once.) The drain’s out of the cat’s ass. Get your baby off the stove! Keep it classy. Quit smacking your daughter
Fitbit, new electronic buddy.
So I’m on day 4 of doing a new supplement. I do feel like I have a little more energy than I usually do, FWIW. Pain levels still the same, but unfortunately I’m used to pain. And I’m on day
Fibromyalgia, Fitbit, geekery, and why I canceled my Weight Watchers membership.
This will come as like zero shock to regular readers of this blog, but I am an unrepentant geek, especially when it comes to things like gadgets. Specifically, gadgets that will in some way simplify my life. No, I won’t
Write Your Ass Off: Preventing writing-related ouchies.
I blogged today over on the Write Your Ass Off blog about things I use to help mitigate repetitive-motion injuries/pain. http://writeyourassoff.blogspot.com/2015/10/taking-care-of-yourself-writing-related.html
Fibromyalgia, magnesium supplements, cardiologist quandary, and still looking for answers.
This is rambling, so feel free to ignore it if you want. I’m trying to get this out there for my own benefit (so I can remember it all) and in case it helps anyone, or anyone has any tips
Frankensteining my fibro: Update 9/20/2015
While I’m awaiting my next visit with my cardiologist to get the results of my stress test and echocardiogram, I need to post an updated supplement post. (Oh, heh, yeah, funny story. I’m showing signs now that might be POTS
Knife Safety 101, latest update on The Great Washhouse Rat War of 2015.
Knife Safety 101: Brand-new (literally) Buck knives are VERY, VERY sharp. And when you apparently roll a critical fumble (dice roll of 1 on a D20) in real life, the result is something like this: Non-consensual self-knife/medical/cutting/blood play. Apparently, I ignored
The Great Washhouse Rat War of 2015.
We live in the house my grandparents built back in 1950 or so. I was practically raised here I spent so much time here growing up. And we have a shed out back that’s always been called the “washhouse” because
It’s that time of year…
It’s that time of year again, when Floridians check their supply of bottled water, canned tuna, and Pop-Tarts. “How can you live in Florida where there are hurricanes?” Because we don’t get them every year (and likely won’t get this
Cancel the order for the ark…
Well. We had some friggin’ crazy weather here last week and on Monday. Rain literally the likes of which I’ve NEVER seen in my life here. And keep in mind, I was RAISED here. We had flooding in our yard
Grr. Ready the pitchforks…
(Note: This post is NOT directed at the majority of my readers. This post is directed at the ones who STEALÂ my work and deprive me of income I desperately need right now.) Part of my control panel for my website
Welcome to spring…not.
Oh, the first day of spring! Joy!… NOT. Remember how I was bitching how cold I was a few weeks back? Guess what DIED this morning. (That’ll teach me to not be more grateful when the weather warmed up.) The
A little positivity, please?
I’m desperately trying not to turn Grumpy Cat into my spirit animal. I really am. Tropical cyclones in the Pacific. Another brouhaha on social media pitting an A-list author against a smaller author who had a good point but then
Something weird in the air?
A quick informal poll of my Facebook peeps has them agreeing that it’s not just me. There’s just a weird energy today I can’t put my finger on. Not bad, just…weird. I’m hoping my latest flare (which has been torturing