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  • Glad you liked it, Bone, and thanks for the hug.
    I just got to the office after my dr appt. Something DID show up on the MRI. Said something was a small lump on the LEFT interior of my vertebra c6. For those following along at home, the pain is in my RIGHT shoulder. This "protrusion," to use the medical term, isn't messing with any nerves or my spinal cord or anything. For all intents and purposes, it appears to be just an extra nodule of bone, one that I may've had my whole life and only just now fund out abt. Going to see specialist abt it mid March to see what he thinks. With cancer running in my family, better safe than sorry.
    Because the doc doesn't see anything that should be causing it, she want me to give it another 3-6 months and see if the pain fades or goes away or otherwise heals. If not, she wants to check me for lupus or rheumatoid arthritis o other autoimmune diseases that the Hashimoto's may have invited over that may be causing it. Lemme tell ya how comforting THAT is.
    Of course, with my fabulous brain doing what it does best, my immediate connection was bone cancer or some such BS. That's not what it is (at least, that BETTER not be what it is), but that's not particularly comforting either. I'm gonna do research on what the MRI results mean (I got a copy from my doc) and see what I can find.
    On a happier note, my thyroid is behaving, according to the lab results. TSH is 1.02 (scale: 0.4- 4.5), my free T3 is right where it belongs, IIRC (2.7 on a 2.3- 4.2 scale). My T4 seems a bit high (1.5 on a 0.8- 1.8 scale), but it's better than it was.
    Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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    • Oh, fun.

      *hugs*
      Most people don't realize how much energy it takes for me to pretend to be normal.

      If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart.

      Twibble's Twibbly Wibbly

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      • I'm sure it's nothing.
        People have all sort of funny things protruding everywhere...! (uh, you know what I mean).
        With so many ailments in the medical lexicon we've become even more paranoid as a nation (well, world, since we're different nations, continent buddies? )...
        I'm sure your spotless eating habits are enough to warrant any badness (or is that naive of me?)

        So don't let your mind get all morbid and ruin your week. I have the same problem, in fact my favourite pastime is to imagine how easily I could die while I'm on the subway/ walking home, etc.
        It's usually more bizarre and sudden than a Hollywood action flick. (Sometimes I have Buff the vampire slayer strength.)
        This is why I never go to the doctor and am happily living in denial.
        If one day I die suddenly, at least I wasn't depressed about it after finding out
        "The penis is the male animal-flower, a soft-firm dildo, a warm dream."
        -Raymond Peat, PhD

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        • I fgiure it's nothing, but I tried to do some research on it anyways. It's all medicalese, so I left it alone. I'll fight with it later. I've pretty much put it out of my mind for now, except as a niggling idea for something to research, along with 5 bajillion other things I want to look up.
          Meaty, if you take that imagining and make it, not a past time, but something you do ALL THE TIME, regardless of whether you want to or not, and it's all self inflicted, that's what my suicidal depression is.
          By the way, I LOVE your little hamster and his wheel. I feel like that some days.

          I need a nap.
          Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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          • Lunch: bunless burger (burger patty, mustard, jalapeno, pickle, lettuce, tom, bacon)
            Dinner: ribs (with sauce because I forgot to tell them no sauce) and garlic buffalo wings

            Gonna take a pain pill and crash out now. I apparently tweaked my back earlier today, no clue what I did. Between that and my shoulder, I can't sit or lay except in a couple very specific positions. Pain meds are in order.
            Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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            • I named this hamster in your honour!
              "The penis is the male animal-flower, a soft-firm dildo, a warm dream."
              -Raymond Peat, PhD

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              • just this: *hugs*
                Sometimes you need to be told the truth in order to be able to see it.

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                I see grain people...

                Exist in shadow, drifting away.

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                • Hydrocodone didn't touch either one. The heating pad is kinda working for my back, so I hauled it up here to work with me. With my back, it's right under my left shoulder blade. Hurts when I breathe deep or use my left arm certain ways. Feels like I pulled a muscle, but I didn't do anything yesterday (that I can remember) that would pull a muscle there. It's existed quite happily without grief for my whole life until now. Seems to be another of those "I didn't have a muscle there until it started hurting" moments.
                  On a related side note, the sugar and godonlyknowswhatelse that was in my food last night seems to have set my wrists and finger joints hurting this morning. I think it's time to pull a Whole30 thing. Right NOW. (excluding my birthday on the 12th and Valentine's day on the 14th, IF I so desire.)
                  My Whole 30:

                  1) No grains. No exceptions. Check restaurants before going.
                  2) No legumes. Greens beans and kin are allowed. No peanuts at Roadhouse, either.
                  3) No added sugar. In any form. Read labels, check restaurant nutrition facts.
                  4) No dairy. This includes dairy of any animal in any form. No cheese (whimper.) Eggs allowed.
                  5)No processed foods (exceptions: Primal spice blends, sun dried tomatos with nothing else added, canned tomato product with nothing added, pepperoni, sausage, bacon, brown mustard, Primal Dressing.)
                  6)No alcohol, except red wine no more than once a month (at Officemate's place), and HOMEMADE strawberry 'rita (Frozen strawberry puree, meet Mr. Tequila) in case of MAJOR celebration or MAJOR wound licking (still no more than once for each case each month).
                  7)No white potatos. Sweet potatos ok. (You can't make me give up my peppers or tomatos)
                  Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                  • Hot tub is available whenever you feel like it.

                    I should do the Whole 30, but I think I'm going to get moved first!
                    Most people don't realize how much energy it takes for me to pretend to be normal.

                    If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart.

                    Twibble's Twibbly Wibbly

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                    • Aw, V Day... I forgot what that's all about... Chocolate? Stuffed animals? Sex in hotel rooms?
                      Sounds fun

                      Like the challenge. Sweet potatoes are divine. Try making your own mayo and then sautéing it in garlic and cumin to dip the fries in.
                      It's just amazing Y_Y
                      I used to adore potatoes but now I definitely prefer sweet potatoes.
                      "The penis is the male animal-flower, a soft-firm dildo, a warm dream."
                      -Raymond Peat, PhD

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                      • I love sweet potatos. My usual only fall with potatoes is in a restaurant when I steal some of Geek's fries. Not the biggest fan in the world of mayo. I used to replace yogurt for mayo in most recipes, but now that dairy's going back out....
                        Remind me to not look up pain stuff on the web. I can never get an answer that's not utterly scary or not applicable.
                        Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                        • Dinner: 1/2 jalapeno sausage, green curry
                          Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                          • I have made my decision on what kind of "cake" I doing for my birthday. It's a 3 layer cake, with each layer being a successively darker valentino brownie. I'll use a dark chocolate hazelnut butter (or pecan if I can't get my hand on hazelnuts) to glue them together. The icing will be a dark chocolate ganache sprinkled with hazelnuts/ pecans, served with strawberries and possibly blueberries. Yes, I'll be making it.
                            Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                            • Mmm... that sounds divine!

                              You probably know this website: http://www.elanaspantry.com/orange-cake/
                              It's really easy and the cakes are usually amazing. I've made the orange cake this Christmas and I whipped unsweetened whipping cream to "frost" it.
                              The orange cake was so moist and amazing. The almond flour was fluffy and tasted just like a glutinous sponge cake.
                              If you use blanched almond flour I'm sure your cake will be easier to do and taste like the real thing.

                              Take pictures of course :3
                              "The penis is the male animal-flower, a soft-firm dildo, a warm dream."
                              -Raymond Peat, PhD

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                              • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
                                I have made my decision on what kind of "cake" I doing for my birthday. It's a 3 layer cake, with each layer being a successively darker valentino brownie. I'll use a dark chocolate hazelnut butter (or pecan if I can't get my hand on hazelnuts) to glue them together. The icing will be a dark chocolate ganache sprinkled with hazelnuts/ pecans, served with strawberries and possibly blueberries. Yes, I'll be making it.
                                Nom nom.

                                When/where's the party? (Just kidding. When's leftovers? )
                                Most people don't realize how much energy it takes for me to pretend to be normal.

                                If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart.

                                Twibble's Twibbly Wibbly

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