More Bad News…

I hardly have words and yet my fingers type. I just got more bad news today. I’m shocked and devastated. I have an appointment with my kidney doc (Nephrologist) on Tues. She had me do a bunch of blood work and a pee test as usual before my appointment.

I was debating whether I was even going to go to this appointment because as far as I knew it was just a follow up from seeing her a year ago that they insisted I have. I even managed to talk them into meeting with me via teleconference rather than me yet again making the ten hour round trip drive to see her.

Her secretary called me today and told me she wants me to do one more test before I see her. I’m unable to do said test given I can barley walk with my back injury let alone drive. I tried that once this week and I paid dearly for it.

Doing the test before I meet with her was too short a notice.

I asked her secretary why I needed to do this extra test. Was there a problem.

She said she’d try and get the Dr. to give me a call.

Uh oh…

A couple of hours later the Dr. kindly called me. She told me that my kidneys are spilling a lot of protein and blood. It’s way worse then ever before and things are showing up in my blood work that never did before. She was as surprised as I. The Dr. thinks that I have lupus nephritis. That’s lupus that attacks your kidneys. (Like Selena Gomez  and Nick Cannon have).

Then she said she needs me to get a kidney biopsy asap which meant another long drive and a costly overnight stay. I think it was at this point I started to cry. Between the trip, the bad news and the fear of getting a biopsy, it was all too much.

On so many levels I’m unable to make another trip.

  • Number one: My back Injury. There’s no way I could sit in a truck for 5 hours then have a biopsy and travel home after.
  • Number two: The weather. We have snow. I can’t make this trip in the snow. The roads are not looked after up here.
  • Number three: Mr. CrankyPants can’t take off anymore work to drive me. He’s already taken a day off for the last trip, a day off to look after me with my back injury, and he will be taking a day off to get his own MRI done. 

Thankfully this doc understood and has come up with a potential solution. It seems she has some compassion.

She said she’s going to schedule the biopsy today. She’ll let me know the date when she does (It has to be this month). Then she’ll admit me to the hospital and have the hospital transport me to the out of town test and back.

That way Mr. CrankyPants doesn’t have to take off work and drive, and I can travel safely with my back.

This news has been one of my biggest fears. I’m not doing well with it at all. I watched my mother go through the hell of kidney failure and then transplant. I wish this weren’t happening.

I need life to give me a break.

I’m grateful the Dr. is kind and trying accommodate me. I will say that.

Although I can’t, I really just want to remain in denial. I’d almost rather have not known this is happening. The side effects of some of the meds to treat it are almost worse to me then the disease.

I fear I’ll have the “I’m not taking Prednisone” fight on my hands again.

I’m so weary. I’ve barely had time to deal with being told I need to be tested for MS, then I hurt my back badly, now this.

Maybe I need to go smash some pumpkins or something. I just want to scream no more.

Better Days & More Sun,

CrankyPants

 

 

A Rock in my Boot…

First I want to wish everyone in Canada a Happy Thanksgiving. I’m not honestly sure that I have any Canadian followers. If I do, I hope you had a great holiday weekend.

My weekend went well until today (This afternoon). Oct.8/18.

Mr. CrankyPants and I slept in a bit and then spent our morning preparing our turkey and all the trimmings. Then of course a nap came in for me. I’m all about the naps.

We had decided that even though it was cold and snowy we wanted to go for a walk in our conservation area. That place is solace to us in our very stressful chaotic lives.

So we got the pooch ready and we headed off to the park.

I was really looking forward to the walk before having that fabulous turkey dinner waiting for us at home.

When we arrived. We leashed up the dog and walked about 20 steps. I had a rock in my boot. I went to pull my boot off to ditch said rock and boom it happened…

I felt something crunch in my back and then excruciating pain hit. I couldn’t walk or stand.

Mr. CrankyPants is trying to hold on to me while dealing with our pooping dog. (Talk about timing).

I was in tears at this point and trying to figure out whether the pain would pass or not. I think there was some shock going on too.

He asked me if I want to go home. I said no, just take me back to the truck and I’ll wait there while you walk. I did not want to ruin this for him and poopy pants.

But…

It became evident very quickly that this was serious. I couldn’t even get to the truck.

About this time a brave fall camper happened by. He saw that something was very wrong and came over. This camper was I would guess in his 70’s. Would you believe he and Mr. CrankyPants together carried me back to our truck. Talk about wonderful kindness.

I felt horrible for both wrecking the walk and needing a 70 year old to help carry me crying to our truck. Man the guilt.

Anyway, we did not go home. Well we did, to drop off the dog and get my health card.

Then we headed straight to the hospital. One of the small towns near by has a small hospital and the best care. It’s usually much quicker then our big hospital in the main city. And by much quicker, I mean 8 hours or more quicker with wait times.

When we arrived I got out of the truck still in some shock with the pain and I tried to walk.

That was a no go.

Mr. CrankyPants grabbed a wheelchair and took me in. Not only was I taken through triage immediately but, I went straight to a trauma room. The Dr. wasn’t at the hospital but came in to see me and thankfully one other patient, so I didn’t feel like I was the only reason he was pulled away from his holiday.

Doc checked me over while I was still sitting in the wheelchair and decided to order x-rays to rule out a fracture.

I was given a Torodal shot which technically I’m not supposed to have, but the doc felt in this case it was the lesser of the two evils. I have a lot of medication allergies and this wasn’t one.

Those needles can hurt. I feel like I’ve been punched in the arm.

Then it was off to wait for x-rays. Holy crap on a cracker getting up on the x-ray table and positioned had me in tears all over again. I should stop here and say the tech, the doc and the whole staff were amazing. That helps a lot.

So the good news is there was no fracture. Bad news is he thinks I may have slipped a disc. I also have degenerative disc disease ( which I think is Osteo. If so I knew that. If not add another painful medical thing) and I have scoliosis. I already knew that. Funny how that hasn’t been mentioned by any other docs through out this whole disease process in the last few years though.

This Dr. could see how much I was suffering, and that the Toradol did not touch the pain as I warned him it wouldn’t. He graciously offered to give me another punch in the other arm in the form of a morphine shot. I gladly accepted. I didn’t see any other way that I would be able to get into our truck, or walk into our home with way too many steps.

I’m home now with instructions to take extra Percocette (Aka more then my norm). I’m to take muscle relaxants 3x a day and follow up with my GP in a couple of days to let him know what happened and get a bigger pain killer script. I can’t see how the follow up is going to happen given I can’t drive myself right now, and my other half has to work. My other half is going to let his work know what happened so if I need help at home he can come home. Looking after our very needy stubborn dog is a challenge on an average day, let alone with this going on.

Doc said I should do some moving around so as not to end up with blood clots and atrophy.

I will be very drugged up for the next few days, although that will knock me out it will also help me move a bit. When I do walk my whole body shakes and my teeth chatter. I don’t know if that’s from the pain or what. It’s weird.

I’ve had some pretty bad back pain for quite a few years now but this trumps it all at the moment.

I was so scared. Scared of how I was going to do anything much on my own. I guess you just do what you have to when there isn’t a choice.

I’m going to have to stay on top of the pain since I can hardly move with the painkillers.

Despite it all, I’m grateful that:

  • A senior stranger in the park was willing to help carry me to our truck.
  • I was seen immediately at the hospital
  • Doc and tech both came in on their holiday to look after me
  • All medical staff was kind
  • They believed I was truly in pain and not just drug seeking
  • They gave me that morphine punch which helped get me home
  • Mr. CrankyPants took me to the hospital
  • We had our Turkey dinner all made ahead of time
  • We came home to a yummy turkey dinner
  • The morphine lasted long enough that I was able to eat our dinner at the table,and then get set up on the couch for the evening
  • My back isn’t fractured
  • I won’t have to cook for the next week since we have a ton of turkey dinner to eat up
  • So much good can be found in bad situations

I don’t know how long this is going to take to recover from and that worries me, but I guess I just have to take one moment/day at a time.

And that’s my Thanksgiving story. My operation boot and rock removal, ended as operation walk removal.

Better Days & Sunny Skies,

CrankyPants

 

 

 

I’m Livid…

 

Sept. 28/2018

So I’ve been waiting for a GI appointment for five months now. I was told five months ago that a referral had been sent.

I worked up the courage yesterday to call the GI’s office. They called me back this morning and told me that a referral had never been sent. All this time I’ve been waiting for a call about an appointment.

The specialist that did this has done this before. It’s not the first damn time. Not only that this is the same specialist that took me in a room shut the door and fondled me.

It’s why I asked for a referral to see a GI rather than have to go back to him again. Not that he ever told me I was supposed to follow up. I heard that from one of my specialists out of town.

The very first time I ever saw him, I thought he was great. He was the first one to diagnose me. After that, things went downhill. Four hour wait times past my appointment to see him, disappearing from the room in the middle of an appointment, treating me really bad just before I had my scopes done by him. Mr. CrankyPants was witness to that one. I had my scopes done after the incident as I hadn’t realized what happened wasn’t just an exam. It’s the scope situation and how bad he treated me that gave me the epiphany. You don’t always realize in the moment what’s happening. Call it freezing or shock. It’s hard to put into words. Your brain can’t wrap around the reality of what’s happening. Having been a sexual abuse survivor, my brain just couldn’t cope with it and when it was ready it hit hard.

Not returning phone messages. Or his staff didn’t answer at all. I had been in process of debating whether to report him for the fondling thing. The reason it’s been a tough decision is because it’s not likely much will be done and I’ll be the one going through hell after reporting it. If it does go anywhere, there could be a hearing. We plan to move out of province and if there’s a hearing I’d have to come back for it. The process can take up to a year.They would pay. You all know how hard travel is, not to mention the stress of a hearing. Even with a hearing, if they believe me there’s not much they will do. They’ll watch him but let him keep practicing.

After this and finding out he’s the reason my neighbour died. I’ve decided to report him. Maybe a mark on his record will be enough to stop him from doing it to someone else. Maybe there’s others like me who are too scared to report or have reported.

Really nice how the bad guy’s off the hook whilst their victims suffer basically for life. I already had a fear of Dr.’s that was pretty extreme for reasons I just can’t talk about right now.

Now this Dr. has made things all the worse.

I’m so very tired of fighting with our medical system. They are supposed to take care of us and have our best interests at heart. Sadly it’s very rarely the case anymore.

I’m weary.

Sometimes I feel like saying to hell with it all in regards to my lack of health and just let nature take it’s course. It seems the meds and the medical system are no better than the diseases.

Sorry guys, I’m just so livid today. They’ve pushed me too far.

To end on a positive note, the GI’s office was great. They very obviously dislike the doc that caused all this. They told me exactly what to do to get a referral quickly. I did that. They said they’ll wait for it and get me in asap and they apologized for the other Docs negligence. That was so welcomed in the moment.

I won’t say I didn’t cry with frustration. And I rarely cry.

What would you guys do re reporting or not? Would you get a Lawyer involved?

Rainbows & Sunshine,

CrankyPants

Housekeeping…

As you know, I’ve recently put this blog to a private setting. The reason being that I have somewhat of a stalker. Not dangerous just doesn’t have boundaries.

That being said, with the blog on a private setting maybe I can start blogging about some stuff I otherwise wouldn’t. You know taboo stuff like sex.

Before I do. I want to remind you all that anyone is welcome to do a blog post on this blog. If you have something you need to vent about and don’t want it on your own blog, or you don’t have a blog. My blog is yours too. Just let me know and I’ll hook you up.

Also I have a FB autoimmune disease support group. It’s growing in leaps and bounds and we’re all really enjoying it. If you’re not already a part of it, you’re welcome to be. Feel free to invite anyone you think might be interested in or benefit from it and or this blog. The link is on the side bar of my blog. ———————->

So what topics would you be interested in addressing on here? Not much is off the table as far as this blogger is concerned. I’d love to hear from you.

Sunshine and Green Grass,

CrankyPants

 

Another Long Trip to the Docs…

Mr. CrankyPants and I made the very long 10 hour round trip drive to see two of my specialists in one day plus I had a nerve conduction test done. We wanted to get both docs in so as not to have to make more trips. This was on Tues. Sept. 18/18.

I saw a Neurologist up there for the first time. Thankfully she was amazing. I was seeing her due to a tremor I had. The nerve conduction test was normal thankfully but…

She found I had abnormal reflexes. They were too strong. So..

I now have to have a head and spine MRI done to look for MS. It’s not like I hadn’t thought of this possibility before, but when a doc has concern about it, then it becomes more real.

My second appointment was a follow up with my Rheumie. The Humira is helping me which is good. But (Yes again)…

It’s not helping enough and so technically I need to be taking it more often. Unfortunately I can’t do that right now.

I can’t do that because my Rheumie wonders if the Humira isn’t causing some of my neurological symptoms. So we actually had to make a decision whether or not I continue on Humira whilst I wait for an MRI or not. We decided to continue, because when the Humira starts to wear of the pain gets really bad. So we’re not upping it, just staying on the same dose for now.

Having said that I don’t think that Humira is what’s causing my symptoms and here’s why. When I saw a Neurologist as a kid for my epilepsy, I remember him being concerned about my reflexes back then. I was never on Humira then. Also the cognitive symptoms like struggling to get words out and finishing sentences started when I was on Methotrexate and not on Humira. My Rheumie said she’s heard of mxt causing that but she’s never heard of it continuing for people after they came off of it. I’m always a damn ground breaker.

My memory was bad before Humira and much worse after Methotrexate. So to me, the symptoms don’t line up with taking Humira.

I guess I will find out. Who knows when. The wait for an MRI can be a very long one. I don’t know if they’ll fast track it given my circumstances at all but I don’t hold my breath.

I have to say I really like the Neurologist. She was kind, funny, thorough and really listened. She went through my whole list of concerns. I totally trust her with my care. That’s saying a lot coming from me. I’ve had a lot of bad experiences and I don’t trust many docs. I’m glad that I can trust the one looking after my brain.

My Rheumie on the other hand, I’d love to smack her. She’s giving me the meds I need, but she’s arrogant. She doesn’t like to listen and god forbid you might suggest something to her. Or let her know what you’re not willing to put in your body. I tolerate her for now because I need her. I stood my ground and made sure she listened to and answered all my questions and concerns. I pushed for what I needed whether she liked it or not. It’s too bad though that I had to fight for it. It’s tiring. We were up at 4:30 am to make the long trip there so I was going to make sure she gave me the time of day. And I did.

Word has it they will be bringing a Rheumie into our city once a month again. If that happens and it’s a decent one I will switch so I don’t have to travel anymore or deal with arrogance. (Hopefully).

I’m trying not to think too much about what could come of this MRI, but it’s hard not to be scared. Last year I was given 3 diagnosis in one year and I’ve hardly had time to wrap my head around them, now this.

I’m tired and overwhelmed. And ticked off that we’ve had a lot of snow this Sept. Argh! Having said that things have been so busy, I just keep going.

How are you all doing?

Warmer Days & No Snow,

CrankyPants

Dr. Appointment Overload..

I’m presently scheduled or waiting to be scheduled to see 6 different specialists. Is it just me or is that insane?!

That’s what autoimmune diseases do. I hate it. I’m a CrankyPants about it.

Three of those appointments are the 10 hour round trip drive away. So…

Two weeks ago I spent a part of my week trying to work that out. I managed with my Nephrologist to talk her into meeting with me via teleconference in a town near me. Let me tell you that was not easy to do. I don’t think I need this appointment. This is just a follow up from a year ago. I’m doing better in this area then a year ago and ironically off the meds that were supposed to help. Things that make you go Hmmmm.. Anyway the doc won’t let me out of it because she’s expected by the College of Physicians to follow up after a year. Well good for her. That doesn’t suit me. If it’s not truly necessary to be seen, I have better things to do. Anyway, at least I don’t have to do the long drive for it. If I had to I would have just cancelled it.

Two other specialist appointments are this far away too. This was a whole other headache. First I was told one appointment was at a certain date and time. When I called to rearrange it, I found out not only did I not have an appointment at all but I was never referred. That was confusing for both of us since I had just got off the phone with the referring Dr.’s office and was told I was. So this took a number of other calls long distance back and forth to work that out.

Then I had to make a number of calls to try and arrange the appointment on the same day as another appointment in the same building. I found out I was also to have a test done I wasn’t told about. Sigh…

So now I have my Rheumatologist, and Neurologist appointment booked on the same day along with a nerve conduction test for the tremor and other neurological things going on. That includes in the same day the 10 hours of driving. A positive here, I’m getting in with the neuro in less than a month. That’s good.

It’s going to make me bad shit crazy. Or already has.

I’m also still waiting to hear about an appointment from the GI for my gut issues. Who knows when I’ll get that call.

Now, I’m being referred to a urologist as there’s something not normal with my stoma and I’m going to ask the doc about the extreme frequency I’ve had to live with for 20 years. I’ve not been seen by anyone even to check up on my stoma/ostomy in 18 years.

And if that weren’t enough…

My GP is referring me to an ENT. I can’t breath through my nose, never have been able to and no nasal sprays help. It doesn’t let me sleep. He said I have a mild deviated septum and swelling up there so he wants me to see an ENT. At least for once my GP took me seriously. That’s a first and it pleasantly surprised me.

The last two referrals mentioned are a 3-6 month wait. Argh! We are trying to sell our house which has been so frustrating so we may not even be here by then.

See what these autoimmune disease do? They attack everything and make us go to tons of doctors appointments many of which are sup-par docs to put it mildly.

And if we’re not seeing docs we’re getting tests done.

I feel like my whole life is consumed with the illness and the medical everything around it. I need to find some balance but I’m not sure how.

I’m overwhelmed with it all. I’ve been so slammed with diagnosis, complications, tests and appointments that I’ve had no time to process what’s happening with and to me. No time to cry. Just no time. The RA, Osteo and Rheumatoid diagnosis’ are not even a year old for me yet.

On a bit more of a positive note, Humira is helping me with the pain so I’ve been able to work out again. I love working out, getting that back for now anyway is a victory.

I went out to the conservation area this weekend for a walk with Mr. CrankyPants and my dog twice. We got to see two momma and two baby deer. I never tire of seeing wild life in the wild. That made me happy.

Being able to do those things helps but I really struggle to be able to get together with any friends because of my limitations. I just feel like I couldn’t keep up and I’d be more of a burden then anything. I haven’t got that figured out yet.

Right now one of my friends is working so hard at fixing up her daughter’s place alone. I listen to all the work she is doing and wish I could go give her a hand, but it’s not work my body would be able to handle more of. It’s work I just finished a while back doing to our own home and I’m just so done. I want to be there for my friends but how?!

How do you all cope with this stuff? Like I said above, I’ve had no time to figure all this out. How to find balance between the disease and living life.

That’s my reality right now.

Sunshine & Summer Days,

CrankyPants

Yet Another Thing…

Hello blog world. How goes your battle? We truly are warriors aren’t we?! I admire everyone waging war with autoimmune diseases. They’re vicious, relentless, ambushing, painful, annoying diseases that too few understand including the medical world.

Anyone else in on hating the autoimmune diseases club?!

I have a new development as of last week which is now forcing me to see yet another specialist. So presently, I’m booked in or being booked in with 4 different specialists. Yes that sucks but, what sucks worse is three of them are a 10 hour round trip drive away. You heard that right. That’s not only impossible for me, but since Mr. CrankyPants has to take off work every time to drive me, it’s impossible for him too.

I’m presently trying to get out of one appointment that I believe is completely unnecessary. If I thought for any reason at all that it was necessary I wouldn’t be trying to get out of it. Right now as far as I know, I’ve managed to talk them into a teleconference appointment in my own city instead since they’re not letting me away with cancelling. That’s the Nephrologist.

I’m in process of trying to get the other two out of town appointments covered in one day since they’re both in the same building. If I can do that, it means only one trip rather then three.

I know you’re still wondering what the latest development is. I guess I shouldn’t keep you waiting any longer should I?! Well just for a min.

The appointment that is in town already hasn’t been made yet but that’s with the GI regarding my gut. I’ve heard she’s amazing and the kind of Dr. everyone wishes they had so I asked to see her and I’m grateful for the referral to her. I don’t know how long the wait will be.

The other two are the Rheumy and drum roll please…I’m now being booked to see a neurologist.

I have developed a tremor. The Rheumy is concerned and wants me to see the neuro.

I’m grateful to be referred to the neuro as I have other neuro stuff going on aside from this new tremor but, my heart sank when I found out that yet again it was going to be out of town. Geeze we need specialists up here.

If I was doing things the Dr.’s way, I would be making three 10 hour round trip drives in two months to see these docs. Who can afford that financially or health wise?! It’s ridiculous. I hate our medical system and it’s making me a CrankyPants.

Do they not get that we are sick people?! I’m so weary.

I don’t know if I mentioned prior that I’m looking into reporting a Dr. here for a serious situation? The College of Physicians think I need to. If I have already, just an update. I haven’t decided yet whether I want put myself through the stress of it only for the College of Physicians to do very little to nothing anyway. Sad that Dr.’s are so protected but patients aren’t.

Anyway, I’m worried about this new tremor thing too. I hope that I can get some answers. I hope even more that it’s nothing to worry about. While I’m there, I’ll take the opportunity to tell the Dr. about my really bad memory and my struggle to get words out and form sentences that started when I was on methotrexate. I’d really like to get an MRI and maybe a brain scan so I know if anything worrisome is going on.

Or if I have a brain at all. 😉

One more thing. I grabbed the opportunity to ask the Rheumie while I had her on the phone, for an ultrasound on my foot since it’s become so painful I can’t walk on it. Rather my big toe joints. She complied and I’m happy about that because I can’t get my GP to do anything. The bummer is, it’s a 6 month wait for an ultrasound. Grrr…I’ll get myself on the cancellation list I guess.

How are you all doing in your battles? I’d love to hear from you.

Hot Days & Rain Coming,

CrankyPants

P.S. Sorry I’m so Cranky today. I’m overwhelmed and just wish all this would go away.

Ambushed…

I hope all you Canadians out there like myself have enjoyed a good long weekend.

I was totally enjoying mine and getting some rest until last night.

One min. I was doing okay and the next my entire lower back, and waist ambushed me with unbearable pain. I couldn’t walk. I literally had to crawl including up and down stairs. Even crawling had me involuntarily crying in pain.

I’m still in this kind of pain today and pain killers are not touching it.

I was hoping it was going to be one of those ambushes that passed quickly, but it is not.

I’m debating whether I go to emergency or not. Not that they can ever do much but maybe I could request a cat scan or something to figure out what’s going on.

I know this sounds crazy but I’ve been trapped at home in the house for a week. I needed to get out for a bit and today was my only chance to do so with the help of Mr. CrankyPants since it’s the long weekend. So…

I knew it would hurt bad, but I asked him to take me into town for a bit. I grabbed my crutches and handicapped parking pass and we went.

I forgot concrete floors would make things even harder, and they did.

It was so damn painful. I couldn’t stand up straight even with my SMARTcrutches, and I was moving at a snails pace. But…

I got out.

Looking after our mental health is as important as our physical health. I knew that if I didn’t get out today I’d be worse off, because in this shape, I will be trapped at home all this coming week and I’ve been going squirrely.

We got done only what we needed to. I came home, ate lunch and now I’m in bed.

I’m finding lately too that typing is getting more and more painful. The RA in my fingers, hands and wrists don’t like much that I type. Damn these stupid diseases.

I will fight you to live, and live well.

Part of that fight as frustrating as it is, is to listen to our bodies. Mine is saying don’t move.

Now I need to crawl out of here and check on the dog, then go back to bed. I really hope this passes. I don’t know how I’m going to cope on my own when Mr. CrankyPants goes back to work tomorrow if it doesn’t.

What would you do? Go to Emergency or ride it out?

Less Rain & More Sun,

CrankyPants

Fatigue…

Hot damn the fatigue slammed me this past week. I always have some level of it but, this was way beyond that level. It was hard to function and hard to think but I had to anyway. I find when it’s this bad I get overwhelmed really easily. Anyone else? I usually have a number of people messaging or texting me throughout my days, and the phone going off all the time was driving me nuts.

It’s even harder when it’s happening while I’m trying to sleep. And with all that’s going on, I can’t really unplug.

I think and HOPE it’s lifted a little bit as of tonight but wow it’s debilitating.

I’m guessing I crashed from the insane busyness of the past couple of weeks but there wasn’t a choice.

It’s so hard having to function every day as though I’m not sick, when I’m sick.

When people get the flu it wipes them out and they go to bed, rest and recover.

Not only do we not get to go to bed, or rest, we never recover. It only gets worse and then we have to live as though we’re fine.

I don’t know about you guys, but when things get crazy busy for me, I usually get hit after the fact with a flare. I always have pain but I get hit with debilitating pain and fatigue.

Sometimes it’s so after the fact that I can’t even link it to any one thing.

There’s so much guilt attached to it too, but I’m learning to self talk myself out of that.

And this is part of why I’m a CrankyPants.

That’s all I have the energy to blog tonight. Stay tuned for more about a serious subject regarding the possibility of reporting a Dr.

How are all of you doing?

Rainbows & Sunshine,

CrankyPants

 

Time…

Time. What’s that?! If anyone knows, let me know.

Things have been so incredibly busy I think that I’m in survival mode. We have spent the last few months tearing first our bathrooms and kitchen apart to have new counter tops installed. We finished that got it all put back together and thought we could breath. You see, we’ve been getting our house ready to sell.

Once the counter tops where in and I had done a ton of painting in other areas of our house, we called the real estate agent to come in. The night before she was do to come, I was doing some “touch up” painting in one of our bedrooms. Well, that led to the paint totally stripping off the wall four layers down. So the next morning a nice neighbour came over and helped me finish stripping and scraping the wall. Then patching. The goal was to have it done in time for the agents visit. It wasn’t. I was a mess when she came, the room was mess, and I had to leave my friend to continue my work for me and have the meeting with the agent.

So we talked.

Then the next day I painted two coats on that damn wall, cleaned everything up and put the room back together.

We had been tossing back and forth the idea of laying new flooring in our kitchen since it had a lot of broken tiles. Our real estate agent agreed so here we went again.

We tore up all the tiling and sub-flooring in our huge kitchen in one day. The next day Mr. CrankyPants laid all the new flooring while I painted all the trim. (The trim as was didn’t match the new flooring). And we put back together the whole kitchen again. And we cleaned and purged and cleaned.

Can you say tired and in awful pain?! Ugh!

You’d think we could rest after that but no.

Now it was time to list the house. And list it we have.

So…

We are now having to keep the house looking perfect and staged at all times since we’ve been warned that real estate agents can show up at any given time without notice to show our house. There is no rest for the weary. And I’m weary.

Tomorrow, we have an open house from 2-4 and if that’s not enough then there’s a showing from 6:30-7:30. Mr. CrankyPants’ only day off this week.

We have no place to go because we are in the middle of heat wave and we have to take our dog with us. We can’t leave him in the truck. So basically we sit in the truck with the air on for all that time. It’s crazy.

Getting out of where we live is good. Moving is so stressful and not good for autoimmune disease. I’m worried when all this is said and done, that I’m going to crash. I have no choice but to do all this as we have no help. No family where we live.

We’ve had one family come through and they are interested. I hope there’s more interest come tomorrow! A bidding war would be great!

After we sell though we are on to the next stressful part. Finding a new home out of province, and Mr. CrankyPants will have to find a job. Then the move.

This is why I’ve had so little time to blog. You can always follow my FB autoimmune disease support group. I’d love to have you join! Just click on the blue.

Hot Days & Big Changes,

CrankyPants