That said, of course, I am muddling through. I only missed two days of work. I drove myself and a friend to Toronto on Sunday to see Wagner's The Flying Dutchman, which I did not cough through (plus, there's nothing like Toronto driving to give my self-confidence a bit of a boost). I haven't been on the elliptical in a while, but I've been on lots of walks.
So, good things:
- I emailed Dr. Cufflinks' secretary this week wondering if there was some way I could ask him briefly about a new drug I may be taking. He wrote back himself about an hour later, with a long explanation of the drug's mechanism, his opinions and my options. After moaning about doctors and appointments and tests last week, I felt very good about the relationship I have with him.
- It's spring! Leaves are out. I'll be birdwatching with my Dad on the weekend as the warblers fly north.
- My infusion test for Brugada Syndrome is soon, which means I will either know more or know that I won't likely get any answers, and either is better than wondering.
- I'm loving my old-fashioned Enbrel, sans preservative (I know I'm a big baby, but I hate that stuff!). Now, without it, I'm rotating injection sites like a pro. I don't even have to say the F word.
There. That's better.