Anhedonia
Well it has been quite the interesting month, July has.
Started out with me taking a week’s vacation from verk, melding quickly into my husband making an appointment with our family practitioner to discuss his recent (two months back) diagnosis of low testosterone. A week after that I was on my way to the doctor to see why I was so dizzy and nauseated. A week later, the mister was back in with the flu. A week later, he was at the Emergency Room coughing up blood. Ten minutes after I arrived at the ER, we were driving to the Urgent Care near our home. My husband is unfamiliar with the lovely new rules of our bargain basement health insurance that state if you are not specifically spurting from an artery, or dying from myocardial infarction you should go to the Urgent Care center and not the ER. Well, we have yet to receive a bill from the 15 minutes or so he spent at the ER cooling his heels in the waiting room, so I think we are good.
Anyway, at the Urgent Care center, he tested positive for Infectious Mononucleosis. He was off work a week. They called him yesterday and said they wanted him to come back in because one of his liver enzymes was a little higher than normal. They told him they believed it was from the Mono, but wanted to make sure. Back in to have more blood drawn.
Did I mention we also visited our dr. because of my husband feeling massively depressed? Yes, and the dr. did a quick down and dirty diagnosis of anhedonia. Lack of joy.
Well, now I am starting to wonder about that original diagnosis, as since then he has had the flu, Mono, and some wonky liver enzymes as well as his original low testosterone. Our dr. prescribed Effexor for him, to be started after he was through with his antibiotics. Oh, I should mention he also went in for a sinus infection. Yeah, forgot that one.
So, we started off the month with a sinus infection and the flu. Moved to low testosterone (and he was given a shot of Depo-Testosterone–that will probably account for the liver enzyme issue later in the month). Was told he had anhedonia, and mono. And now we are waiting for results of the liver enzymes to come back.
And he thinks that I go to the doctor a lot.
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Work is…work. That is why they call it work and not Happy Fun Time For Pay. We are in the process of moving part and parcel to a new location nearby, and that is taking up most of the Director’s time and focus. We are looking to increase my departmental staff by 50%. Yay.
I have been making jewelry for the better part of the past year. I find it relaxing, and a way to bring in an extra dollar or two. I have a shop over at Etsy. Look for MoodGardenJewels. That’s me. I create mostly for the plus size goddess, and for the woman who isn’t afraid to wear things that are a bit different.
We spent a day at the local yearly Art Fair recently. One of my favorite artists was there, as he is every year. Carl Lundgren. We have several of his original paintings as well as many of his prints. I have been collecting for about twelve years now, and I must say it is satisfying in a way that Sara Lee can never hope to be. Now, if only Alex Ross would set up at the Art Fair…
I started taking vitamins about a month ago. After being diagnosed as hypothyroid, I had assumed that being on Synthroid would fix me. And I was wrong. Synthroid only replaces some of the missing T4 hormone. My levels are still not regulated, even 8 months later. Of course, it didn’t help that my regular dr. moved up north and my new diagnosis was being treated by the physician’s assistant who is a little too skittish to agressively deal with an endocrine issue. I am going in a week to see the doctor that treated my dizziness earlier this month. The vitamins I am taking now are supposed to support good thyroid function, but even still I have days where the brain fog is so thick I feel my brain is wrapped in London.
For the past two months, the mister and I have been gaga over a movie that came out last Fall. Repo: The Genetic Opera. A combination of Rocky Horror meets Blade Runner, it is fresh, new and the soundtrack is to die for. We BitTorrented the hell out of it after seeing the trailer. It had a limited (very limited) release, and finally came to the local Art theater, so off we went at midnight to watch it on the big screen. I think we were the only ones in the audience singing along. I love that the mister and I enjoy the same types of movies. Gives us something to discuss when neither of us can sleep, which is often these days.
Danielle, where the hell are you? I miss seeing your smiling moosh in my Facebook.
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