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Each Day Already is a Challenge
A Texas Sunrise
 
A friend, William Taylor, took this picture. He visits Surfside Beach with his dogs almost every morning, watching the sun rise while the dogs prance about at the water's edge.
This is only about ten miles from where I lived in Lake Jackson, Texas. Sadly, I only visited this beach about four times in the six years I lived nearby.
Each day is a challenge. A challenge to get by without thinking about the fibromyalgia pains. A challenge to stay awake when chronic fatigure wants to take over. And a challenge to navigate through fibro fog.
I haven't been writing as much as in the past. For years, I wrote at least 500 words a day. Now, I'm lucky if I write 500 words in month. Sigh.
For more information about what my day (or life) is all about with fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, chronic pains, IBS, depression and everything else thrown in, check this out:
January 16, 2007 at 3:49pm January 16, 2007 at 3:49pm
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I took our cat, Piewacket, to the vet's office this morning. She was none too thrilled to get her leash on this morning, although she usually loves walking. She fussed about getting in the car. Yesterday's memory of the car trip and vet trip were obviously still fresh in her mind.
The vet's office called a little while ago. When they shaved Pie's belly, the discovered that she had already been spayed. That's one expense we don't have to have.
But...the blood tests from yesterday had come back, and one of her readings for white blood cells was elevated quite a bit. For cats, normal is 2 and Pie's reading was 16. Not good.
The vet thinks perhaps Pie has heartworms, which, she informed me, is harder to treat in cats than it is in dogs. It also makes putting her under anesthesia a danger, and they had wanted to give her mild sedation to see what's going on in her throat. She still can't meow.
They'll be doing more extensive blood tests and fecal sample tests to find out exactly why her white cells are elevated. Meanwhile, we certainly don't want to put her under, since it could cause her to die in the process.
There's a slight chance that the elevated white cells could mean cancer. But the vet said there's less of a chance of that than the heartworms.
We need to know what's wrong with our poor cat. So the extra tests are being done this afternoon.
Here's hoping and praying that it's nothing serious. We really don't have the money for extensive treatments. We also don't want to lose this important part of our household.
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I'm still coughing, but haven't even thought about making a doc appointment for myself. Sleeping on the recliner in the living room isn't fun, but it does help me not cough all night.
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Tomorrow, hubby Incurable Romantic   has a trip to his doc to see what can be done to bring his blood pressure down.
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Yes indeedy, life is complicated.
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You know, if we could sell the 1925 Steinway antique baby grand player piano that sits in our living room, it would help our finances. (It would also mean I could have living room furniture!) Don't suppose you know any who wants to buy it? For a friend of a friend, we'd gladly take $14,000. It surely is beautiful. |
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