The Whine thread.

[aadarshinah]

Psychosomatic is sounding pretty appealing, actually.

A lot of times, I think being crazy would be easier. At least psycosomatic tends to disappear after a while, unlike the normal crazies...

[Alelou]

Alelou,

Perhaps yogurt or kefir (better) to help with the yeasties while you find out what's going on and what you want/have to do?

Oh, I have some nice little lozenges and either they are working great or the inflammation is just calming down on its own (the doctor wasn't absolutely positive what it was). The trick is remembering to take them five times a day. Also, of course, I had to wonder if there was gluten in the lozenges, since apparently a lot of MEDICINE has it in them too, as a binding ingredient.

But yogurt sounds good. It's very tempting to try to eat as if I do have a gluten thing just to see if it helps ... but even when you try, you discover that it's lurking everywhere. Like, I wouldn't be shocked if yogurt had gluten in it. Thickeners, you see... I thought maybe I'd make a frozen blueberry smoothie for dessert and then realized the malt I usually throw in couldn't be used either. I made a rice and bean dish for dinner, but I decided not to read the ingredients on the chorizo in case there was gluten in there. Not only that, they claim just a crumb on a cutting board or a toaster oven is enough to set you off, which just seems a bit crazy. What am I supposed to do, create a special clean room to keep my food separate from everyone else's? I think it would be a bit much to expect the whole family to suddenly become gluten-free.

So anyway, this has been an eye-opening experience for what it's like for people who DO have the disease, which I sincerely hope I don't have. Kind of like the time I had an appendectomy in the winter and went home to my crappy neighborhood in NH and had to try to get around. My two lazy-ass roommates hadn't even cleared the snow off the driveway, so I had to do that with my stitches in. That was the day I suddenly realized what it must be like to be old and frail and having to risk a debilitating fall just because people can't be bothered.

[Silverbullet]

Yes, to have brittle bones and oesterperosis (sp) and live in fear of falling. would take months to heal a broken hip or leg. Walking gets to be an adventure.

I certainly hope that what you have is not too serious and that it can be ccleared up soon. Living without kowing what is wrong is utter Hell.

Take care. You still have all of season three and four to write missing scenes and then you can do season five through seven for us.

SB

[Alelou]

LOL. Is that all?

Yeah, fear of falling is the bane of old age. My 94-year-old neighbor from NJ called me the other day to say she's feeling better now that she's recovered from a broken pelvis. OUCH!!!!

I'm kind of amazed at what people can recover from nowadays.

[Alelou]

Happy News, but it follows my whine, so I'll just say I can officially still eat wheat and I don't have to take antibiotics.

To whine a little, though, that still leaves me wondering what the heck is going on. I guess I'll just have to put all my hopes in being psychosomatic...

[Silverbullet]

My whine. Fear of falling.

We have wall to wall carpeting in our home. My wife LOVES throw rugs. they are all over the house. I tell her that some day I am going to trip over one. Today that happened. I hit the floor hard. Lucky, for me, I was not wearing my glasses. When I somehow end up on the flooor I cannot stand up. It has been yeears since Ihave been able to do that. I must find something anchored so I can pull my sels to a kneeling position and then pull myself erect, if possible. If I am on my back I am cooked as rolling over on my front is impossible. I managed to crawl to my Desk and got the Telephoe off the edge of it. Calledf my wife to come home to get me up. I hurt like Hell in a lot of places. Not sure if I broke anything, yet. Wife blames me. She is partially right. I usually am very careful but my mind was occupied with a problem and I wasn't paying attention. Down I went.

Love being old it is such an adventure.

SB

[Alelou]

I dunno. Throw rugs or healthy husband? I'd be tempted to choose the latter, especially if I already have wall-to-wall. How much carpet can you need in Arizona, anyway? (Though I guess cushioning can be your friend.)

Course you should probably ask my husband in another twenty years to see if I just say all that now because it's easy to say now... But then again I'm the clumsy one in our household.

[justTripn]

Get rid of the throw rugs!!!! Maybe you can finally win this argument after this vivid demonstration of your point. Be better soon!

[Linda]

Oh dear, this sounds like a problem that needs some serious discussion with your wife, Silverbullet. Is it possible for your wife to keep the throw rugs just in a room that only she usually uses? You certainly have the right to be safe in your own home. And your wife deserves to have her favorite things. So maybe there is a good compromise you two can come up with?

[Silverbullet]

Have a Compromise. "Watch your step"

ACtually it is worse than that. I can no longer get up on a ladder as I fall right off. Falling off the Bed. Taking corners along. No depth perception even with glasses. NO sense of smell (can stand next to an open septic tank and not smell anything.) NO Gas appliiances. Smoke alarms are a must.

It is my shamless past. I have lived in countries where every major disease known to man was in permanent Epidemic porportions. Last post was the most polluted city in the most poluted country in the world ('Shenyang, China) Pakistan and India wre no picnic either. Not any wonder that things are breaking down. God know what I may be carrying around.

[Alelou]

Hey, you survived all that, didn't you? You'll get all depressed and really get sick if you think you're just a ticking time bomb waiting to go off.

Maybe you should talk to your doctor about getting some physical therapy? Even light weight training (2 lb weights, whatever) could make a world of difference in your strength and balance.

[WarpGirl]

OK I really didn't know where to put this... It isn't upsetting news, it isn't happy news, but technically it isn't so much of a whine either... Here it is... My mother had gal bladder surgery today, everything's fine. She's in bed, and all is good. But for the life of me I can't stop wishing I was the one operated on today. I mean my mother has had opereations before, but I'm always left feeling like its my job to go through this stuff. It's so hard seeing her groggy and hurting, that's my shtick!

[justTripn]

Silverbullet, the harsh environments you lived in would have weeded out the weak. So you must be one of the strong, having made it this far.

[Aquarius]

My whine: this looking for a job thing SUCKS!! There has GOT to be a way to find something closer to home. This commute is eating my life, and with school about to start, I'm looking at it as 2 hours a day that I don't get to do homework...or read fics...or write...

Okay I think I'm just gonna go off and cry someplace now.

[aadarshinah]

So my dad's home for the week. Which kinda sucks, 'cause, generally, we get along better when we're on different continents or, at least, different time zones. Not to say I don't love him, I do, its just usually he has a way of annoying the hell out of me and vice versa. For instance, in one of his famous dad moves, I'm not allowed to be in the house between 7:30 and noon while he's home, onstesibly to give him time with my mom before she goes to work. When I left this morning, mom asked where I was going so early and I was like "I've been kicked out 'til noon, so i'll probably wander around the park then find somewhere to sit and read," and she was all "oh," like this was news to her. Which it was.
But the part that annoys me the most? The last five miniutes in which I have, a) recieved a lecture on how I'm such a failure (which I've pretty much learned to tune out) compared to him, as he was self-supporting at 17 and has provided for this family for 24+ years (it's his favourite lecture, and if we don't hear it 2x a week something's wrong), b) was left in peace for all of 90 seconds before he comes in and asks if "that peice of paper/cardboard/whatnot you put between the pages of a book to mark your place is properly called a bookmark", and then, c) less than 60 seconds later, was asked if I could read a book in less than 3 days for him. Needless to say, I prefer it when he's gone.
Oh well. felt the need to vent. Mildly better now.