Journal SolemnDragon's Journal: Life by the numbers 9

Maybe i should rewrite that line in the faq about hepatic fortitude...

Er... good news? Bad news?

News, anyway.

Bad numbers:

My doc called today. This morning, before i was fully awake. I heard it, but had trouble waking up.

Well, he left a message.

My liver numbers are up again. Not enough for me to have to go in immediately, but he disliked what he saw on my test results enough to call me on a saturday to tell me to go in for more tests. I'll be doing those monday after work, most likely, because i listen to my rheumatologist.

So i will. It may be as simple as changing medications. I hope that's it. The problem is, they were a little high before, too, so we now have an ongoing, as opposed to sporadic, result... and that means some more tests.

There's nothing to worry about, because it's just likely to be EITHER the meds i'm on, or a byproduct of the immune stuff going on, and either way it's controllable.

(...right?)

Last time, he told me not to worry until we checked this time.

So i'm not panicked, because it's just one of those things, but i'm not thrilled, either.

The good numbers. Fifteen minutes, no stops!

That's right- a quarter hour of real, low-impact, no-stop-for-breath exercise. Doesn't sound like much, but it is. It's A LOT.

And you know what? It was great. Yeah, i hurt like hell, but we have me back on muscle relaxants to handle the worst of the spasms. (They were started after the last liver tests, so they aren't the culprit.)

  I lasted 15 minutes on the elliptical machine. It hurts, it was impossible, and i did great! I am so out of shape... *sigh* .... and i have that to work against, too. But i am staying long enough to get some endurance, a little at a time, and i'm just masochistic enough to keep going back.

I WILL get back into some kind of shape. I am determined. It isn't a new year's resolution- it's that i want to get better, and go to school, and there just isn't any way that it's going to happen without me building up some stamina, no matter what's going on with my most of me.

It's discouraging, when i think of how much energy i had to burn "before," back when i was younger and stronger. I never thought i'd ever be so glad to handle such a short time. But i value it more, and i'm more dedicated now. And i'm easier to please- i'm thankful. I can smile about it. The older guy who's usually in there about the same time- i wouldn't want his workout. He hates it. Grunts, puffs, snarls, and never smiles. My fifteen minutes isn't fun, but it's GOOD.

So i'm happy about it, happy that i CAN, and happy that i DID, and blinder runs his miles on the treadmill, and i do my fifteen minutes of machine, and now we are going to curl up on the couch for gluten-free pesto pizza (no tomato) and some movies.

And i'll be back at it in a few days.