So, doctors appointments numbers two and three were scheduled today. However, appointment three was indefinitely postponed because appointment two went on far too long.
I definitely have arthritis. No doubt about that. Dr. number two today said that I may also have fibromyalgia. He had some blood work done to see if there’s anything else that can be ruled out, so I’ll know more when the results come back from the lab.
You know, inside, I still feel like I’m young. I still have some of the same dreams, the same insecurities, all the things that make me me. But dang! I used to like to sit on the floor and lean up against the sofa or chair or wall. Now I can get down onto the floor just fine, but can’t sit there for long because it starts hurting, and then getting up is a bitch.
It kind of reminds me of Gulliver’s Travels. There’s one bit where Lemuel Gulliver is introduced to some people who have eternal life. Gulliver foolishly wishes he had eternal life, but is taught by people who learned the hard way that there is a difference between eternal life and eternal youth. Just imagine all your aches and pains and tiredness, and how much they have increased between your youth and whatever age now, and then imagine how they would increase from now to, oh, say, 300 years. 500 years. 1000 years. Do you really want eternal life, without eternal youth?
And that gets me to thinking about eternal physical youth as opposed to eternal mental youth. Because I’m definitely a lot smarter now than I was when I was a nubile young lass. So I’m going to shoot for: eternal physical youth, but the knowledge I have now plus everything I can learn going forward. So basically let’s let the physical body be the awesome body I had at 17 or 18 years of age, and stay that way, but let my mind and spirit keep growing. Deal? (And no, not offering to sell myself to the devil. I have a higher opinion of the worth of my spirit. But if some awesome angel has the right connections, come talk to me. I’m just sayin’.)
Okay. All that aside, I will confess that my efforts to get off some of my medications apparently backfired. One in particular is actually prescribed to help with arthritis. So I’ve been instructed to return to the original dosage, which means I guess I’ll be taking it forever. If it helps, though, I’ll try not to complain too much.
For now, I’m going to enjoy my day off, take a nap, snuggle with my Emmylou Who, and dream of having my house actually completed and live-in-able.