Hello all! Sorry I haven't posted anything in a while but I haven't had much to post. I have been too tired during the day and just haven't felt very creative. I'm hoping that's going to change soon.
I did some research online and read some people have felt better by taking their thyroid medication at night instead of in the morning as recommended by doctors. So last Monday, I started taking mine at night. I know I had taken it at night before but I can't recall if I noticed a difference or not. This time, since I am paying more attention to it, I think I am noticing a difference. It has only been 4 days since I switched times but this morning, I woke up in a better mood, I played with my cat around the apartment and I am actually warmer today even tough it's only 36F outside. I also noticed that yesterday, my temperature has gone up to a more normal temperature. It was 98.1 at the doctor's office yesterday and I know I don't have a fever. I think I have been sleeping better as well. I will continue to take my thyroid meds at night and see what happens.
I am also wondering if switching the time of day I take my medicine has effected my creativity a bit. Last night before I went to sleep, I found myself thinking about my book in progress and the scene I stopped writing at. I started thinking about where the scene is going and wondering if I want it to go that direction. Even as I work today, I find my mind drifting back to my book in progress.
Now I am curious and really wish I could remember how I felt the last time I took my meds at night. Was I more energetic? Did I feel less fatigue? Did I write more and have more thoughts?
Time will tell, I guess. As for today, I will open up my file and reread the last chapter I wrote and think about rewriting it or keeping it.
Thanks to all who read and don't forget, comments are open so that anybody can comment.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
My latest weird dream
Sooo... I don't think I had been asleep long last night before I had a weird dream.
It started out with me meeting my parents somewhere in Japan. They were on vacation and I was traveling to one of my company's international offices. So I caught up with them in some sort of Japanese garden. We waited in line to go in and there was a vending machine type thing there. Mom thought it was a laundry machine (wash and dry your clothes while you wait type thing LOL) I don't know what it was but it cost $100 and I wasn't about to spend that much. Anyways, the Garden hostess came out and talked to us in broken english. She saw that I was carrying a paper bag and said I couldn't take that in with me. The bag just had gifts I bought a nearby shop but since it cost money, I wasn't going to ditch it. The hostess told me I could put the bag in the vending machine beside me (the one that cost $100). I said no, I'm not spending that much money because you won't let me take my bag in with me.
The lady started yelling at me in japanese. I don't know what she said but I'm sure curse words were involved. Finally, mom and dad said I could put my bag with theirs in their little rental car. The gal sighed and smiled and proceeded to wrap my bag in icy blue wrapping paper. I don't know why. lol
Finally it was our turn to go in to the garden. Yea it was pretty but I was bored so I must have pressed the fast forward button in my dream. lol Mom, Dad and I were walking out to the parking lot and my dad said the three of us can't fit in their one rental car, so we'd have to rent another. I was confused but went along with it. When we obtained another rental car, we walked back to the parking lot and dad said he'd take all the shopping bags in his car and that I could ride with mom. I watch him and he gets in this type of soap box derby race car with bags piled up behind him.
I start laughing at the sight of dad in a tiny thin race car and he's telling me to shut up and started explaining that space was an issue since there are so many people in japan and yadda yadda yadda.... I laughed some more until I saw the little race car that mom and I had to use. It was wedged in between an old VW Bug and another normal car. I asked dad why there are normal sized cars around and we have to use these things but he didn't answer me.
Mom climbed over the back of our "car" and into the driver's seat and started it up. Then her cell phone rings and she answers and has a conversation with somebody while trying to get this car out of the parking space. She stops and I start to get in the back behind her and she proceeds to zoom off down the road, laughing like a maniac. leaving Dad and me with open gaped mouths and me just furious.
That's when I woke up and I woke up mad!
It started out with me meeting my parents somewhere in Japan. They were on vacation and I was traveling to one of my company's international offices. So I caught up with them in some sort of Japanese garden. We waited in line to go in and there was a vending machine type thing there. Mom thought it was a laundry machine (wash and dry your clothes while you wait type thing LOL) I don't know what it was but it cost $100 and I wasn't about to spend that much. Anyways, the Garden hostess came out and talked to us in broken english. She saw that I was carrying a paper bag and said I couldn't take that in with me. The bag just had gifts I bought a nearby shop but since it cost money, I wasn't going to ditch it. The hostess told me I could put the bag in the vending machine beside me (the one that cost $100). I said no, I'm not spending that much money because you won't let me take my bag in with me.
The lady started yelling at me in japanese. I don't know what she said but I'm sure curse words were involved. Finally, mom and dad said I could put my bag with theirs in their little rental car. The gal sighed and smiled and proceeded to wrap my bag in icy blue wrapping paper. I don't know why. lol
Finally it was our turn to go in to the garden. Yea it was pretty but I was bored so I must have pressed the fast forward button in my dream. lol Mom, Dad and I were walking out to the parking lot and my dad said the three of us can't fit in their one rental car, so we'd have to rent another. I was confused but went along with it. When we obtained another rental car, we walked back to the parking lot and dad said he'd take all the shopping bags in his car and that I could ride with mom. I watch him and he gets in this type of soap box derby race car with bags piled up behind him.
I start laughing at the sight of dad in a tiny thin race car and he's telling me to shut up and started explaining that space was an issue since there are so many people in japan and yadda yadda yadda.... I laughed some more until I saw the little race car that mom and I had to use. It was wedged in between an old VW Bug and another normal car. I asked dad why there are normal sized cars around and we have to use these things but he didn't answer me.
Mom climbed over the back of our "car" and into the driver's seat and started it up. Then her cell phone rings and she answers and has a conversation with somebody while trying to get this car out of the parking space. She stops and I start to get in the back behind her and she proceeds to zoom off down the road, laughing like a maniac. leaving Dad and me with open gaped mouths and me just furious.
That's when I woke up and I woke up mad!
Sunday, October 4, 2009
A Rant, A vent and a whimper
I don't normally use this blog for ranting. I tried to save it for my writing and my weird dreams. However, I think I need to do some writing of a different kind.
A normal day for me is the fatigue with a joint or four hurting. It's not the pain of Rheumatoid Arthritis that gets to me, it's the fatigue. Fatigue is the biggest part in my book of Rheumatoid Arthritis. Now I also have hypothyroidism and fatigue is a side effect of that too. So I get it two fold and it sucks big time. I really hate it. Most days, I don't know how I get through a work day at all. but I do it. I work full time at an office and some days I do a lot of walking somehow. Other days, I can't seem to move from my desk. Somebody have caffeine to help them out but not me. I don’t get that awake feeling that other people get. I wish I did.
Sad to say that those are normal days for me. Now add to it a cold. If a normal person gets a cold, they'd be annoyed but survive the days. I have a cold on top of my fatigue and I'm just dragging... more so than usual. Runny nose, sore throat, some coughing and sneezing and I dozed off in the chair for a bit because I'm just so tired.
I do get depressed from time to time because this fatigue gets so old after dealing it day in and day out. Today, I actually want to cry and keep crying until somebody tells me it’ll be alright. But it won’t be alright. That’s not a new revelation for me; I’ve always known it won’t be alright. Maybe that’s why I get depressed. Maybe depressed is the wrong word for it, maybe sad is better.
I know a lot of people with my issues and worse are out there living their life and dealing with it. Well good for them, I’m really happy for them. But I’m not them. I’m having a hard time and most people will never know it because I tend to hide things very well. I always have hidden myself from others but I’m slowly changing that… or trying to.
Tonight, just for tonight, I’m going to cry a bit and wait for better days. So I’ll go, take my cold and my issues and sit in the recliner and cry and just let it out. It’s been a while since I’ve done that.
A normal day for me is the fatigue with a joint or four hurting. It's not the pain of Rheumatoid Arthritis that gets to me, it's the fatigue. Fatigue is the biggest part in my book of Rheumatoid Arthritis. Now I also have hypothyroidism and fatigue is a side effect of that too. So I get it two fold and it sucks big time. I really hate it. Most days, I don't know how I get through a work day at all. but I do it. I work full time at an office and some days I do a lot of walking somehow. Other days, I can't seem to move from my desk. Somebody have caffeine to help them out but not me. I don’t get that awake feeling that other people get. I wish I did.
Sad to say that those are normal days for me. Now add to it a cold. If a normal person gets a cold, they'd be annoyed but survive the days. I have a cold on top of my fatigue and I'm just dragging... more so than usual. Runny nose, sore throat, some coughing and sneezing and I dozed off in the chair for a bit because I'm just so tired.
I do get depressed from time to time because this fatigue gets so old after dealing it day in and day out. Today, I actually want to cry and keep crying until somebody tells me it’ll be alright. But it won’t be alright. That’s not a new revelation for me; I’ve always known it won’t be alright. Maybe that’s why I get depressed. Maybe depressed is the wrong word for it, maybe sad is better.
I know a lot of people with my issues and worse are out there living their life and dealing with it. Well good for them, I’m really happy for them. But I’m not them. I’m having a hard time and most people will never know it because I tend to hide things very well. I always have hidden myself from others but I’m slowly changing that… or trying to.
Tonight, just for tonight, I’m going to cry a bit and wait for better days. So I’ll go, take my cold and my issues and sit in the recliner and cry and just let it out. It’s been a while since I’ve done that.
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