I have been rather quiet lately, dealing with health issue upon health issue and on and on, ad nauseum.
But, at long last, I have finally gotten some real diagnosis' for the all over body pain I have been dealing with and for the localized pain in my upper abdomen that is in conjunction with nausea, vomiting, etc.
My doc has diagnosed me with fibromyalgia (that’s the all over body pain) and he’s added/changed my meds to help ease the fibro pain.
In addition, my gall bladder has gone kaput on me so I am having surgery on Monday to remove that bad boy. Lots of other things have been found and my new doctor is all about doing what needs to be done in order to help me feel better and get back to semi-normal. This treatment has included a buttload of meds…Cymbalta (depression & fibro), is one of the bigger changes but it is already seeming to work. YAY!!! This is just my morning doses…two more of the little blue capsules throughout the day and another even larger handful at dinner and a few more at bedtime.
I am way too young to be this damn old…and to be taking such a huge pharmaceutical array everyday.
Anyway, it looks like I’ll be off work for another 2 1/2 to 3 weeks because of the gall bladder surgery but my surgeon says I will feel awesomely better after having that diseased little guy yanked out. OMG, it will be so nice to feel better. I am so sick of being sick.
Thankfully, I have a wonderfully supportive husband that would never give up on me and that sees me through all this health crap…not to mention that he encourages me to keep busy with my art. He knows how healing my art is for me.
Speaking of my art, I have managed to create some stuff that I really like lately.
And these are just a few of my little creative endeavors, not to mention the art journal pages I’ve squeaked out here and there.
Then there is the art that my precious grandboy, Noah, created in the studio with me while he was visiting this past weekend. I adore that child so much and he surely won my heart over even more (and I didn’t think that was possible) when he began to paint so freely while we talked. I was painting at my work area and he was painting at “his paint table” when he said “When I grow up, I want to be an artist just like you Nana.”
OMG! I melted into a puddle of gooey mush when he said that to me. He is such a huge part of my heart and to know that he sees me as an artist, without it being something someone had ever told him…and to know he wants to be creative in his life. Nothing could be better to me.
I guess that’s about it for now. I just wanted to let y’all know what’s going on with me and give an idea of why I may not be around much over the next week or so, with the surgery and all.
Take care of yourselves and keep on creating!
Peace & Love,