Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Slacking Inflamed Amy

Not really I don't normally slack a whole heck of a lot unless I am REALLY feeling like ca ca as my grandson says.  Went to have more blood drawn last Friday at my rheumatism's office (otherwise known as Dr. D) and my inflammation scores (commonly referred to by me as my CRaP score) has more than tripled in the past 2 months.  With the way I feel, I probably could have told you that without pulling 4 vials of blood.  Although I am getting used to the needles with my weekly shots so what's the diff if it is pulling blood out or shooting Enbrel in? Not much in my book anymore.  However, I endure these lovely shots each week in hopes of feeling better and not not more crappy.  I am dying to know how much Enbrel Phil Michelson is given each week so that he can go on the golf circus or circuit.  I see that dude out there fist pumping when he hits a good shot and I would like to be able to fist pump him!  Yeah Phil!  Hey, I am not bitter....I am happy for him that he is able to feel good, make money off of the meds and go on golf tours in Scotland.  I just want a pain free day, which would make for a happy home cause we all know, "If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy".

I admit it, I have been crabby this past week and I shouldn't be.  I had a vinyl party at my friend Ginny's house last Tuesday night and it was so much fun to hang out and catch up and meet some cool gals.  But then the darkness takes hold when the pain hits and well, all you can say is ouch.  It makes you go to this dark place where you want to just curl in a ball in cry a little bit.  That stress then triggers the pain from the fibromyalgia and then the vicious circle begins again.  Anyway, Dr. D decided to put me on a round of prednisone to see if we can get the inflammation down but the stuff kills me. It is like taking a cup of espresso straight to the veins and I can't sleep at all while I am on it.  See, dark place now with no sleep!  BAAADDD!

So, blood test and Dr. D on Friday, started steroids on Saturday morning and then turn on the computer to see that Amy Winehouse was found dead.  OK, I get it, she's dead, but really, didn't you see this coming like a freight train?  I hate to sound harsh about it but come on, she has been off the charts (mentally and physically, not musically) for years from what you see about her in the news and the paparazzi always got her worst side, like running down the street in just a bra.  Yes, she had a great voice but she was a mess.  What is sad is how people are now glorifying her on Facebook and in the news.  Once again, it is a story of a girl who had an incredible gift and threw it away for drugs.  SHE threw it away, it was not taken from her.   She should not be glorified like she was an innocent bystander taking in 2nd hand smoke.  She participated, and just like the Lindsay Lohan's of this world, you have to pay the price if you take it too far.  Sad she had to pay with her life.  Maybe she should have listened to her Dad when he told her to go to rehab....

Until next time (and hopefully a better mood)

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