Dont Get Too Comfortable…

or content because chances are that things arent going to stay the same for that long. Sure enough, I was feeling no better or no worse than normal with my illnesses but I did start to have another new symptom. Thinking it was just a result of uncomfy shoes, the insistent pain in my foot continued to worsen. This past Sunday I was hobbling around and even just sitting w/ my foot propped up I could barely tolerate the pain. At that point I whined to Dean I would probably go to the dr this week and probably just get an xray to find out it was broken or something, thinking the time I jammed it a month or so ago had caused the problem. While reading online about the possible conditions that would cause my symptoms I got scared and worried that this was more than just a problem with my shoes or an old injury.

When I couldnt find a sitter for the kids I decided I’d cancel my appt and forget about it. Dean reminded me that that probably wasnt a good plan since I’ll be out of town for about a week or so starting next Monday and have no way to see a dr there if it got worse then. I gave in and since it was too late to cancel without feeling bad for taking up an appt that someone else could have needed, and I dragged the kids along thinking it would be a waste of time. She was concerned and as always noted how i keep her job interesting. I went to get bloodwork yesterday at 4:30 and she called me this morning before 10:30 am w/ the results. I knew that meant it wasnt good! Sure enough I have another fun condition that as noted somewhere that I read yesterday, I cant remember which website it was on, that is rare in children and young adults. I asked the dr about it and she said that i just am genetically predisposed to metabolic disorders. i called my mom and thanked her for having me, I dont think she appreciated the joke. And really I dont know if it really is a joke, I’m not too keen on the fact that I have more problems to deal with all because of the body I was given. I’m done being a suprise and interest to my dr and I’m tired of having to explain to friends that something else is wrong. I know I’m not a hypochondriac, I mean the test results say I have these conditions, but it still makes me feel crazy when I have to constantly deal with new health problems.

the really frustrating part of this is that the drs had done the labwork for this before, and when the tests results were elevated when I was pregnant and they couldnt decide whether it was worth admitting me and delivering the baby or not because they didnt know why my uric acid level was high and my blood pressure was normal they chose to let it go and send me home. What’s that mean? that my uric acid levels have been high for almost 9 months now and thus my pain and problems now. If they would have kept checking the levels even after bo arrived then they could have prevented all this pain I am having now.

seems like just when I start to think things might be ok and that I wont have to take meds for any of these conditions a new problem arises and now I need to start meds. I guess at least I’m not nursing anymore, the dr was thrilled about that news yesterday, saying that would be very helpful to my treatment options. Every month new challenges, I am praying that next month I have a normal healthy month with nothing to complain about, at least not healthwise!