Wednesday, May 27, 2009
There's A Pretty Little Thing Waiting For The King Down In The Jungle Room
**This is a great little silk onesie that I spilt dressing all over... I do that a lot.
Yesterday was a lovely day... I found organic cherries, slayed the pain dragon for the first time in weeks (I guess resting is a good thing...), snuggled with my fur baby while watching Oprah talk about vegans, caught up with my mommy on the way to my psychiatrist ;-), received my hottie tottie AA dress on my front door step, ran around Whole Foods with my fiance, Patrick, picking out vegan desserts, laughed until my face hurt, and laughed some more (Patrick is hilarious!), told my parents how much I adore them, cried tears of overwhelming joy for the support that surrounds me, and caught up on trashy reality tv shows.
Part of the reason why I feel like my old self again is because I am titrating down off of the morphine. Patrick commented on how nice it was to not be with Dr. Jekyll and Ms. Hyde anymore, although he did admit that I was still pleasant as usual, but had the ability to snap at any moment, which is NOT me AT ALL. The morphine made me very very agitated the more I titrated up on the dosage, and it was honestly very difficult for me to feel that way. I am thrilled to be recapturing the often elated and lovable me :-)
I am currently in the middle of having conversations with the graduate school field education office and the disability office to create a plan for myself so that I may finish my graduate degree in a way that... well... doesn't make me want to jump off of a bridge!!!!
Here is a quick boo hoo session: Do any of you RSDers/chronic illness conquerers in school, graduate or other, ever become totally sick of talking about it?!?! Every meeting is another chance to talk, talk, talk about our stupid conditions, and at this point, I would like to be done talking and just finish my degree... Ok, done
:-) Thank you. In order to get the assistance we need, talking must be done.