A Swiftly Failing Body.
Despite diabetes, I've always felt like I was in "good health." (Quotes are necessary, but even though I toted syringes around as a kid, I never felt like the "sick one." Thus, making "good health" sort of a relative term.) I have never broken a bone. I don't often get colds or the flu. While my friends were busy hacking up their lungs and hiding in their beds, nursing whatever plague ailed them, I was usually germ and virus free.
Until about three weeks ago.
I don't know if BSparl weakened my immune system. Or if the move to the new house/baby wrangling/excessive travel contributed to some major exhaustion. Or diabetes just sort of reminding me "Hey, um ... still here." (As though I could forget.) Or if it's just some crazy perfect storm of chaos. But whatever the cause, I'm currently inhabiting a swiftly failing body.
First off, my wrists are still a mess of tendinitis and carpal tunnel. Physical therapy is definitely helping, but the process is very slow and since we're talking about my hands, it's not like I can go a day or two without using them. (See also: holding the baby, typing, carrying anything, putting on new infusion sets, testing blood sugar, picking up vital coffee cup) Not to mention, the wrist braces at night aren't doing anything to go against that whole ROBOT feeling.
Secondly, I've been sick with some kind of freak show plague since the very beginning of November. Started off with a sore throat, progressed to completely losing my voice, and then settled into this really lovely and incessant cough. I haven't felt right or sounded right in three weeks.
And thirdly, while I was having a coughing fit last week, I felt this pop in my side and after being scrutinized by my best friend (the ER nurse), we both determined that I had bruised or cracked a rib from coughing. Who does that?! So now every time I cough (which is thankfully becoming less frequent) or sneeze, the pain is pretty intense.
I deal with diabetes decently enough, but I have no patience for this extra crap. Painful wrists? Nagging cough? Busted ribcage? Hey pain, screw you and the horse you rode in on. ... and then I realize that the horse it rode in on is me, so I have to do something.
I finally have a doctor's appointment tomorrow afternoon to address the plague. I have scheduled my physical therapy appointments. And I'm not shy about taking pain reliever to help out with this rib thing. I need to fix this swiftly failing body because I don't have the patience to deal with all the mess. Besides, it's ANNOYING. I don't like having to further dumb down my workouts because of these issues. I don't like going in for a husband hug only to have to say "Be careful of my ribs!" And nothing annoys me more than reaching down for my baby to score a snuggle, only to have the action punctuated with pain.
So, to recap: I am a ninety year old woman.
I hope the mending comes quickly. Chronic pain was not on my holiday "to do" list.