EverMystique's Adventure Zone

Welcome in, Dave.

 

I have only ever had a single "bad" Friday the 13th in my memory. 6 years ago tomorrow, I totaled my hubby's car. New driver didn't look both ways before pulling out of the cross street right in front of me... in the country, so I was going 50-ish. I say 50-ish because that particular intersection always had me wary (seen too many fools not look) and I automatically let up off the gas when I near it. Probably what saved us from having a roll over, honestly. Totaled both cars. Crumpled the frame and rear axle on hers, destroyed my front end. Thankfully, my injuries were limited to air bag burns and whip lash, and my glasses only needed a minor adjustment (titanium frames...worth every penny). She was a bit sore and stiff, but mostly just humiliated at having forgotten to look. Her parents were terrified we would sue, but we both believe firmly in shit happens. Probably would have been different if things had been worse, I'm sure. But hubby got his Blazer finally (he'd been wanting one forever, but no legitimate reason to spend the money until then). And I also say that thankfully I had taken his car instead of my truck. If I'd hit her in my truck, it would have nailed directly in the gas tank. Could have been a completely different outcome.

Anyhow, that was my only "bad" Friday the 13th in my life. They usually are really good days for us.

 

Had horrible insomnia last night. Was up until well after 6am. So, just got myself out of bed about half an hour ago. Plus, what usually goes hand in hand with a disrupted sleep schedule? My muscles are squirming beneath my skin. I hate days like this. Not sure I'll be on here too much just because when my muscles are like this, I get seriously restless. Its that flesh-creepy feeling, but starts in the hands and moves all through the body in varying locations and varying strengths... like the pressure release of an earthquake along a fault line. I'd almost say think of it like the creeping section of the San Andreas... enough talc present to keep the plates from sticking and causing a major event. Instead, you get dozens of micro-quakes on a daily basis.

 

Gonna have to be a night for muscle relaxers. The crawling feeling is driving me to distraction today, and I won't sleep if I don't get that to stop.

 

Thanks.

For now, these days happen few and far between. They used to be a lot worse, before I got into the clinical trial. But when they start happening more frequently, that's when I have to go back to the specialist about increasing my dosage and what not. Its been 2 years since my last increase, so I should be good for a few more. Just sucks. Nothing like feeling like stuff is crawling under your skin all the time. LOL.

 

Well, the flexoril did its job and reset the neural pathways controlling the twitching. I feel SOOOO much better today.

Called on my truck. Again. Tune up is done. They did find a short on a break light switch, and the part is on order. Should arrive today or tomorrow. And the speakers are blown on my radio, so that will have to be another trip to fix those. If the switch does not come in, I then have the option of picking up my truck tomorrow anyhow, but stopping in before I head to work one morning, OR they will provide me with a loaner overnight so that I can get to work and they are not under a serious time crunch to replace the switch.

I hate not having my radio working yet, though. But, we just did the quick math and figured out what it will cost for the flooring in the dining/living room areas. Wish hubby wasn't so stuck on damned carpet. I hate it. He loves it. If we just did the same flooring throughout, we could get away with only dropping about 1k. As it is, with the carpet we picked out, it will be closer to $1500+/-. So, not sure if I will end up with a working radio yet this year or not. Guess that depends on how much more OT we end up working.

 

Probably going to end up having it done professionally just so that my dash gets put back together correctly. Love my husband dearly (evidence being the 20th anniversary next week), but I saw how it got put back together the last time he did work inside a dash board. LOL. This truck is my baby.

As long as I keep growing as a caregiver, I can afford it without having to wait 2 or 3 years, or having it look like crap. Besides, if it is just the speakers, I can probably get that done for 1-150. If I do the full radio and speakers, it'll get into the 3-4 range, I'm guessing.

 

Yep. You remember the sound when the speakers would be just a bit not connected correctly on a record player? How you could hear it as it were coming just from the needle on the record? That's kinda what my radio does right now. And has for something like 2 years. I've had to rely on getting my news through FB and YT. Which is spotty and biased, at best. But at least it does allow me to quickly skim past a bunch of BS.

 

I see a chiro every 2 weeks, and I use the flexoril very, VERY sparingly in order to keep my body from building up an immunity to it. There's barely anything that can be prescribed because of how everything conflicts with the hypopara. Can't take anything that is opiod related, which is fine by me as I don't want them anyhow. But opiods bind to your calcium receptors. Even something as weak as Tramadol (Ultram brand name) is enough to disrupt my calcium receptors and cause me to go into crash mode. Last time I took tramadol, I had to flag down one of the engineers as they walked by my machine at work and hand them money to get me orange juice ASAP. Thankfully, I had worked closely with this particular engineer and he knew that when I said ASAP, I really meant it. Still lost almost an hour of work waiting for the juice to spike my calcium back up, but I have learned to accept certain events and let them pass before I pick back up where I was.

I found it very interesting to learn that what I had thought was my sugar dropping was actually my calcium crashing, and that I had accidentally been treating it correctly for years before the diagnosis.

As long as I can keep the blood levels where they should be, I usually do fine. But when my nerves start misfiring like they were this week, I absolutely have to utilize something else, usually flexoril, to relax the muscles enough to let the electrical impulses realign.

Good grief! The things we learn about how the body works when we deal with chronic illness. LOL.