autoimmune

Blogging just got easier…

I feel awful that I don’t blog as much as I would like. I always say “I’m back!” and then I’m gone for months! A lot of it is due to my illness. I spend a lot of time in bed, or asleep. Sadly, that’s how I have learned to cope with my pain. I have been focusing on getting out of that cycle as much as possible. In fact, the past two weeks, I have made it a point to at least go downstairs for a few hours. Most of the days, I’ve even left the house. I am trying to get some crafts going, and a few projects done. My youngest is back in cheerleading, and that means I’m back to taking photos again. This is HUGE for me. I feel like I have a purpose again, and this helps get me moving. I’m so excited about it!

My husband surprised me with a laptop for Christmas. I hadn’t even attempted to set it up until a few weeks ago. I just wanted one that I could write with, and edit photos on. He got me a nice one, but it has the tablet function, and it really confused me. I used to be pretty good on a computer. With smart phones and iPads, I haven’t really had to login to my old laptop in over two years! I like my new laptop, but it doesn’t have the same photo editing software my old computer had. I am getting used to it though. I really want to take a photoshop class, but I don’t know if my brain fog will allow it? I just don’t function like I used to. It can be very frustrating. That’s why I think it took me so long to set this laptop up. I just would get frustrated so quick. Anyway, now that I have it, I hope that I’m able to blog more regularly. No promises.

Including a few photos I have taken so far this season. I love going to the high school football games. I love that the cheerleaders and their families love the photos I take.

 

It’s Okay To Not Be Okay.

Sometimes it’s okay to not be okay. I’ve had a rough time lately. I’ve had a lot of pain, and a cold. It’s sometimes hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. I won’t go into it, but it’s sucks. Not only do the symptoms suck, but the emotional baggage that goes along with it does too.

I feel like I’m wasting my life because I hurt so bad. I used to push myself harder, but it seemed to make it worse. I need to get out of this cycle and live again. I’ve been sad a lot lately. This has become a lonely life. I have amazing friends and family. I just don’t feel well enough to get out. I want to. I make plans. I just hurt so bad I want to die (not literally). I miss have having something to do (work, cheer). I need to find something to do.

I am trying to wean down on my pain meds. I’m doing pretty good at it.

I know this post is pretty sad and depressing. I honestly needed to just vent. I’m just tired of being sick and tired. I want to be the old me again, or better yet a new and improved me. I did buy a day planner. I used one when I worked and it really helped me to reach my goals. My phone is easy to just ignore. So I’ll see if this day planner will help me to get out of bed, write more, and maybe even eat healthier and exercise?! 🤞🏻

I must overcome this.

Well, I’ll leave you with this quote from Theodore Roosevelt:

“Courage is not having the strength to go on; Its going on when you don’t have the strength”

Hello, yet again…

I seem to have made a habit out of posting “I’m back” blogs, when I’ve obviously not been back. As many of you with chronic illness know, some days are harder than others. I’ve been experiencing a lot of bad days over the past several months. I’ve started to blog several times since my last post, but each time it doesn’t seem to make sense, or I ramble on and on (and on). I have a lot to catch everyone up on.

My health took a dangerous turn. Thankfully, my husbands job (amazing insurance and hotel/air points) allowed me to seek a second opinion with my original doctors in Texas. They saved my life once again. Since then (October), I’ve had three bronchial dilations, and two chemo infusions. I am honestly quite emotional about how it all went down, so I’ll blog about the specifics later. For now, I just wanted to get a post out there. My intention is to blog more, and finish my book. I love writing. It’s a wonderful outlet for me since my diagnosis. I feel like I’ve lost so much of my life to these diseases. I want to push myself to live life to the fullest with every essence of my being, but then the pain becomes my reality. It just sucks. Anyway, I hope to post more often, and way more uplifting blogs. 🤞🏻

The Good Doctors

I had a doctor’s appointment today. I love seeing my Internal Medicine doctor because she truly cares, and wants to help. Not that the others don’t, but she really seems to care, She has made it her mission to get to know me and understand what I am going through. As most people with any type of illness can tell you, finding a doctor like this is very rare. I have been lucky to have three of these doctors in my lifetime. One of them was pre-diagnosis, back in the early to mid-2000s. She actually moved from my hometown of The Dalles to a town about two hours away. I remained her patient and drove to see her each appointment. Luckily, she moved back to my hometown and I continued to see her until I moved away. Then I had a slew of doctors that just were prescription happy, and misdiagnosed most of my illnesses. At my worst, I didn’t have insurance, and was at the end of my rope with all the symptoms from an undiagnosed Wegener’s Granulomatosis. I just happened to pick a doctor that my new insurance covered, and was near my home. She was the doctor that referred me to the doctor that referred me to the doctor that diagnosed me. She helped manage my medicines from a local standpoint, since I had to go six hours to my specialist. She is a doctor I miss. However, my current doctor is one smart lady. She is the doctor that facilitates my medicines, my referrals, and really tries to help. I don’t feel like I’m just a patient. It’s nice. It also allows me to speak my mind and be at ease, which is so helpful when you face anxiety like I do.

 

Right now, I am dealing with a lot of pain and fatigue. We are trying to figure ways to manage it, without just adding more medications blindly. This is going to be a process, and require several referrals. I feel a bit overwhelmed because it feels like I am back at square one with Fibromyalgia. However, with Wegener’s being in a remission of sorts, that is a huge worry off of my plate. I am anxious to get in with the specialist. As usual, they didn’t have appointments right away. So now I need to find a way to cope with things how they are until I can get in to see them. My initial feeling is to just do what should be natural…eat well, get enough sleep, and exercise. Simple enough. However, when you are in so much pain and extremely fatigued all of that is nearly impossible. I think I cause myself extra grief by stressing myself out about I “should be” doing this and that. It’s very aggravating.

 

I know this blog didn’t help many, but it helped me to just write. J

Living In The Now

The other day while we were driving to OHSU, the song 7 Years Old, by Lukas Graham  came on the radio. I was trying to distract myself from the upcoming bronchioscope, so I focused on this song. It really resonated with me. For those who aren’t familiar with the song, I’ve included the lyrics at the end of this blog, and the video. It basically talks different stages of life. It starts out with 7 yrs, 11 yrs, 20 yrs, 30 yrs, and finally 60 years old. This made me think about my life.

I had a pretty good childhood. I’d say that 7 years old and 11 were pretty awesome. My teens were trying, but good overall. Typical 20’s and loved my 30’s. I was diagnosed in my late 30’s though. I tend to look back a lot to the times before my diagnosis a lot. I miss those years. Things were easier. I was able to work, and do so many things without such harsh consequences (pain, fatigue, pure exhaustion). In fact, I’d say 2006 to early 2008 were probably my where some of my best memories came from. I co-owned our Real Estate company, which was doing amazing with the economy the way it was. I had all the cool stuff I wanted (Harley, dream truck, house, etc). The kids and I were able to travel a lot. We did a ton of road trips and camping. It was so much fun! I miss it so much. The only thing I wish I could change about that time in our lives, is that my husband Travis had been a part of it.

Although I’ve forgiven people, even myself for things in my past. As much as I try to let go, I always wish I could be the person I was then, now. Well, it’s unfortunately not going to happen, at least not to that extent. I keep having surreal moments where I realize I’m in my 40’s. Where did the time go? I swear I was just turning 30, or even 20! How the heck do I have kids in their 20’s already? They were just babies I swear!!!!

This song hit me pretty hard.I realize that although I can enjoy my memories from the past. I need to focus on now, and the future. I don’t want to be turning 60, and wondering where my 40’s and 50’s went. I need to live in the now. Even if it’s rough. I need to be the best me I can for my family, and live life. I know I still will have days (even several) where I’m not able to do much more than lay in bed, but I need to be a part of life. I can’t look back. I don’t want to regret the next 10 years, year, or even day. I need to make my life matter, illness and all.

7 Years Old

7 Years Old Lyrics, by Lukas Graham: 

Once I was seven years old, my mama told me,
“Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely.”
Once I was seven years old

It was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger
Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker
By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor
Never rich so we were out to make that steady figure

Once I was eleven years old. My daddy told me,
“Go get yourself a wife or you’ll be lonely.”
Once I was eleven years old

I always had that dream like my daddy before me
So I started writing songs, I started writing stories
Something about that glory,
Just always seemed to bore me
‘Cause only those I really love will ever really know me

Once I was twenty years old.
My story got told
Before the morning sun, when life was lonely
Once I was twenty years old

I only see my goals, I don’t believe in failure
‘Cause I know the smallest voices. They can make it major
I got my boys with me at least those in favor
And if we don’t meet before I leave, I hope I’ll see you later

Once I was twenty years old.
My story got told
I was writing about everything I saw before me
Once I was twenty years old

Soon we’ll be thirty years old,
Our songs have been sold
We’ve traveled around the world and we’re still roaming
Soon we’ll be thirty years old

I’m still learning about life
My woman brought children for me
So I can sing them all my songs
And I can tell them stories
Most of my boys are with me
Some are still out seeking glory
And some I had to leave behind
My brother I’m still sorry

Soon I’ll be sixty years old, my daddy got sixty-one
Remember life and then your life becomes a better one
I made a man so happy when I wrote a letter once
I hope my children come and visit once or twice a month

Soon I’ll be sixty years old,
Will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me?
Soon I’ll be sixty years old

Once I was seven years old, my mama told me,
“Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely.”
Once I was seven years old

Once I was seven years old

 

 

Perfect

Yesterday, I was driving to OHSU for what feels like the millionth time for one of my doctor’s appointment. I’ve been dealing with a lot of things lately. I’ve been flaring for such a long time. It’s a daily struggle sometimes to just breathe. I keep trying so hard to keep pushing myself to get well. I’m so hard on myself and I stress myself out because I feel so bad for not being able to live the life I once lived. I’ve tried to let go and adapt to my new lifestyle, but it really is tough. I used to be so fun. I used to be spontaneous. Once, my kids told me we were in a rut when I got home from work on a Thursday night. I gave them fifteen minutes to pack a bag and get in the truck, and we drove for 10 hours straight through to Reno for the weekend (I checked the weather and it was the closest place to us with SUNSHINE that weekend). I used to be able to get on my Harley, and just ride the day away. Oh such freedom. Now, I don’t have my Harley, I lost it along with everything else. I’d love to think I will get one again some time, but in all honesty, with my disease, I won’t be able to ride one on my own again. I don’t have the strength, and my vision, and dizziness will just not allow it. I used to wake up and walk two miles at the track in my hometown each morning before work. Then, my daughter and I would meet my cousins at the gym and work out at night. I used to reward myself with tanning afterwards, but due to meds I can’t even do that (which I know it’s not healthy, but boy does it feel good to be tan and look healthy). In fact, I looked at myself in the mirror yesterday, and was stunned. I’ve gained so much weight with Prednisone, and since my troubles in August, I’ve gained even more. I need to eat healthy, but I’m to exhausted to cook, so we just keep easy to eat foods, which are so bad! My hair is now coming in white. I want to color it, but my arms hurt too bad to do that right now. In fact, just pulling a blanket up onto myself is so painful. Twice this week I was in bed all day, and had to wait for my daughter to get home from school because I was in so much pain it hurt to go downstairs and get food. It’s a horrible feeling. I do have days that I feel like, what is the point of this life now? However, I instantly know that my husband, children, and granddaughter are the reasons I continue to go on. I’m so blessed to have them.

So yesterday, as I was driving (I don’t drive very often at all anymore) to OHSU, all of these thoughts were going through my head, as they do constantly. On the radio, Pink’s song Perfect came on. The lyrics hit me hard.

“You’re so mean when you talk about yourself, you were wrong. Change the voices, in your head. Make them like you instead. So complicated. Look how we all make it. Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game.”

It really resonated with me. Instantly, I wanted to go back to the way things were. I wanted to like myself again. I had a bit of hope. I wanted to go do normal things. I want SO BAD to go do normal things! Then, just like every other person with a chronic illness, I remembered my limitations. I can’t go do those things because my body is riddled with pain and fatigue. I’m nauseous and dizzy all the time. I get winded just walking up the stairs, slowly….sideways because I my hips and knees hurt to much to walk one foot at a time. I get winded just walking into my doctors offices, to the bathroom, or anywhere. Even if I started slowly, and walked a block, and then next week added two blocks, and so on until I was walking those two miles again, it’s not going to happen. Not because I’m not motivated, but because I have such a stupid small airway, and the pain cripples me. I make plans to start new little exercises every week. Most nights I get a burst of hope for a few and I get excited and think YES I will go for that small walk tomorrow. Then I end up waking up to my new reality, and I’m lucky to shower that day. It’s such an evil cycle. I’m not trying to be down, it’s just how it has been. I am going to go see an physical therapist soon. I am always going to keep trying to be the best me I can be. However, I am going to try to not be so hard on myself. I need to like myself again, even if it is as a sick person. I need to celebrate the little achievements and not be so mean to myself. I’d NEVER talk the way I do to myself to a friend or even a stranger!

So here is to celebrating those little things…even if it’s as simple as I put on sweats and moved from the bed to the couch and FINALLY wrote an entry in my blog for the first time since January! Cheers!

PS…I’d really like to thank my family for helping me so much. Especially these past few months. It’s been extra rough. My husband has been so patient and understanding, and helpful. My 13 yr old daughter is amazingly helpful. My mother comes to help me. Also my son has paid for us to have a wonderful lady come and clean the house each week. One of our cheer mom’s has graciously given my daughter a ride to cheer every Monday and Wednesday for months now. We have the best family, friends and cheer family. You are all appreciated! It also meant the world to me that for the Superbowl, our friends had us over. I felt so miserable that day, but Travis got me up and ready, and over to their couch. Thank you ALL for being so understanding and helpful!!! So much love for you all.

 

Resolutions Smesolutions

I usually don’t make New Years resolutions. After all, I do well a few weeks, and then go right back to old habits, just like everyone else. I do want to make some changes though. I want to be healthy. This past year, my husband told me my job was to go to the doctor. We both want me to get healthy so we can live a better quality of life. So that is what I did. At times, I felt like I lived there. We tried new medications, eating healthier, mindfulness, and a lot of other things. I think that my attitude is what has helped me get through most of it. I try so hard to be optimistic. It was hard at times this past year to be optimistic. We had a few very rough blows. All in all, it was a good year though. I’ve learned a lot about myself. Going into 2016, I don’t think I will make any specific resolutions, but instead just chose to look forward, and be happy.

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Okay, so that’s bullshit. I am sitting here wanting so hard to just make big changes. I want to work. I want to matter. I want to dance. I want to travel. I want to be healthy, and fit. I want a freakin’ Harley again. I know how to do this. I’ve done it all before, and from less than I have now. However, I freaking hurt. I am so damn irritated that I hurt. My entire body aches. There is no reason for it. Nothing is biting me, burning me, hitting me. For some stupid reason my body just wants to attack itself and hurt. Years ago (before I was diagnosed with all this crap, pre 2006) I had no pain. I was able to work hard and play harder. I was going to the gym, and living life to the fullest that I could. Now, here I am, almost 42 and I just attempted to unload the dishwasher, but it hurt so damn bad that I had to stop and rest. What the heck? Rest?! From unloading a dishwasher? That is ridiculous! I’m tired of pain. I’m tired of being limited. I’m tired of it all! I want to yell that from the roof tops! Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy with life. I love my family, friends, our home, and living. I just want to do it without pain. I want to make realistic goals. The sucky part is that taking a shower each day shouldn’t be a goal…or a struggle. I know I just need to “take it one day at a time”. However, that get’s old. I just want to be the me that I want to be.

 

 

Chronic Christmas List

Catching Up:

It’s been a long month. We celebrated my grandmother’s life at her memorial. It was a wonderful day full of family and love. It was a bummer that the paper didn’t get her obituary printed in time, so many that wanted to be at the funeral weren’t aware of it. I know that she was loved.  Thanksgiving was another wonderful celebration with family.

Cousins2

My brothers, mom, aunt, and cousins & I, at our grandmothers memorial.

Then we kicked off the cheer season with a showcase at the gym (all in the same weekend). The following two weekends we had cheer comps as well. I love cheer comp season. It’s just fun. I love taking pictures of all our teams performing. There is just something about catching that perfect action shot! I am a bit rusty from last season, and I’ve been flaring for about a month, so I’ve had to push myself extra hard to keep up.

These are some of the most amazing athletes!

All Star Cheerleaders are some of the most amazing athletes!

Today for example, I’m having severe lower back pain. I suspect I know why, so I’m just taking it easy on the couch and staying hydrated while awaiting a new prescription to kick in. Since I’m down for the day I thought I’d share with you all a list of great gift ideas for those with chronic pain & illness. Ya!

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Here are my top twelve suggestions for great gifts for those with chronic pain!

  1. Warm fluffy slippers and socks. The softer the better. Make it fun too. No need to be drab just because you feel like crap!
  2. Two years ago, I bought myself a cute pink zebra print cover for my heating pad. I love it and still use it every day! I got mine from Ebay, but I bet they’d be super easy to make for those who are crafty.
  3. This is somewhat obvious , but a comfy soft blanket is definitely in my top five. I have several, and promise there is never enough! I used them to prop my neck up, roll up behind my back, and of course to stay snuggly warm. I even love having a heated throw during the holidays.
  4. Due to the pain I have in my hands, I can’t ever get that pesky wine bottle open. An electric wine bottle opener is a necessity for sure! (I just read that a glass of red wine a day is like working out an hour at the gym. Really, I did!)
  5. The past two years, my husband insisted I bought some Sorel boots. I’m in love with them, almost as much as I am in love with him…almost. I love how warm and comfy they are. Plus, I feel VERY solid in them. I don’t worry about slipping and falling when I wear them. I’ll be honest, I’m kinda glad we’ve been getting so much rain so I can wear them without looking silly. I hope they make some cute flip flops for the summer! It’s the first time in years that I haven’t felt like I could fall at any moment. Plus, they are trendy!
  6. For those who can still get in and out of a bath without too much trouble, a gift basket of bath goodies would be perfect. Don’t forget the bath pillow! We have a wonderful soaker tub in our home now. Yet, I’ve only taken one bath in it since we moved in because it hurts to lay back in it. I used to have a bath pillow and that is on the top of my list this year. Be sure to include bubbles and candles. It feels good to be spoiled every now and then.
  7. A makeover. Anything from makeup, hair, nails, clothes…including pajamas. Just because we feel like crap doesn’t mean we don’t want to be pretty. I try to do my makeup and hair every day so that I feel good about myself. My husband bought my daughter and I a subscription to Ipsy last Christmas. We get a makeup bag with five makeup samples (some are regular sized, and they are good brands too). We love it! It gives us something to look forward to each month, and we can play with looks we’d never had tried otherwise. It’s only $10 a month too! So nice!
  8. A journal. I deal with a lot of emotions from meds, guilt, and just being human. I think writing down how you feel can be a great relief. Just get it out and be done with it. I know writing can be hard for some with chronic pain. I use this blog to get my “stuff” out there. Writing just hurts too much.
  9. A fun coffee mug or tea cup. Yeah, it’s nothing huge, it’s just the simple things in life. I have two coffee mugs that I absolutely love. They just make me happy.
  10. A hug, a listening ear, or a smile. Just having someone understand is so amazing. No need to give advice or anything just being there helps.
  11. I swear by this. I buy two roll-ons from Ebay each month. I practically bathe in it. My husband calls it my signature sent. So sexy. haha
  12. A cure. Santa? Jesus? Anyone? Please.

Well, that concludes my 2015 Chronic Christmas List. I hope it’s helpful to someone. I know that I have benefited from each thing so much over the years. Remember, be the best you that you can be. Don’t over do it though. You are you, and that is good enough! 🙂 (that’s my sue-ism’ for the week)

 

It’s Good To Be Home!

So happy to call this home. It's very peaceful and happy!

So happy to call this home. It’s very peaceful! 

We are finally moved in to our new home! We actually moved in two weeks ago, but we aren’t quite settled in yet. This past two months took a big toll on us. We purchased our home, Kenna started a new school and a new cheer season, and I’ve been super sick, on top of being super sick. It’s definitely been a lot to deal with, but we are all very  excited about what the future holds.

We decided that although living in the RV served it’s purpose in the beginning, it just wasn’t working any longer. It’d been over a year and we just wanted to have our own home again. We are so very thankful to our friends who’ve let us stay on their property this 15 months! Words honestly can’t express our appreciation! This allowed us to fix our credit, and took the pressure off of the medical costs. You are truly all angles.

We found an amazing Realtor, Amanda Purvis at The Broker Network. She helped us to find our home. We fell in love at first sight with it. I highly recommend her to anyone in the Portland Metro area! She was there for us every step of the way! Plus, she’s become a great friend!

Our lending team is AMAZING! Honestly, we couldn’t have closed without their very hard and diligent work. One thing that really stood out to me (I was a realtor for 10+ years, and worked with a lot of different lenders), is that they really cared. They knew our situation. They understood what we were going through and made it their business to make sure our home loan closed. They really went over an beyond. It was a tough one to close, we had a lot going against us because of our time in Texas. Due to how the power line companies are in the oilfield, you work at a lot of companies. It doesn’t look that great to an underwriter. Anyway, they really really worked hard on this one, and if you are in need of a home loan, or refi, I HIGHLY recommend Sean Killingsworth and his team at LoanStar Mortgage.

Also, my family has been extremely helpful. They have all been so supportive throughout this entire process. I just can’t even begin to tell you all they’ve done. We are truly blessed, and amazed by their generosity and love. It seemed like anytime an issue arose with our home, they were there to help us through it.

She is a Sevie!

She is a Sevie!

So now that I’ve caught you up on that, I’ll explain a bit how things went down. We were supposed to close at the end of August, but no matter what we or the lender did, we just couldn’t make it happen. I decided that we were all very positive it would close in time, so we started McKenna at the school where our home was located. School started at the end of August, and we didn’t move in until September 16th. We were so conflicted on where to send her. I am glad we made the right decision. She really loves her school. She’s doing well, and enjoying it a lot. Cheer is an all year sport for us, but our new fall schedule started in September, and we are adjusting well. The coolest thing is that we are a part of a wonderful cheer family. Last night, one of the girls gave Kenna a ride home. I really feel like we are in a great home, and wonderful community of friends and family here.

We packed two storage units into this 26' U Haul. It was quite the experience. We made a lot of memories though!

We packed two storage units into this 26′ U Haul. It was quite the experience. We made a lot of memories though!

Once the lender confirmed we were set to close, we headed out to Idaho to get our things from storage. Travis, Kenna, and along with a few hours help from Blake’s friend Tyler, loaded both storage units into the U Haul on a Saturday, and then came back on Sunday. It was exhausting, hot, and we all over did it, but it is done. Everything we own is now in one place! Unfortunately, we only want about half of it. We have all been sharing a wonderful cold since then (I think it started with all the dust from the storage units). We have unpacked for the most part but are allowing ourselves to take it slow so that we can organize as we go. It’s been interesting and a tad overwhelming to see all of our old things.

If all the other things weren’t enough. I had a bit of an emotional breakdown mid month in August. I am not ready to talk about it yet, and honestly still don’t know how to fix it. I was in a dark place for a bit, and I’m glad to have made it out alive. I appreciate all the help from family and friends through this. I pray it will be okay in time.

Well, that really sums it all up I guess. I hope to be able to post more regularly and help spread awareness for those with Chronic Illness. Adding everything we’ve gone through while dealing with my pain and fatigue, and airway inflammation has been quite overwhelming. I’m glad to be home.

Achoo!

It’s rare to find a good team of doctors that work together. I’ve finally found a good team at Oregon Health & Science University. It took several years , but I finally have doctors that understand Wegeners. 

Just one of the many downsides to having a chronic illness is when you get a cold or the flu. It’s like a double whammy. The doctors you see for your chronic illness aren’t likely going to fit you in  just because of a sore throat and back pain. This always stresses me out. I am super lucky that all my doctors are at OHSU. they all have access to each others chart notes. Usually, if I’m sick and they schedule me with an on call doctor, but I just decline. What’s the point? They do odd tests and give meds that conflict with my other meds. I’m always told I have allergies, but it’s actually a Wegener’s flare. I usually suggest my treatment and they are happy to ablidge. 

The past week or do, we’ve been passing a nasty cold around. Travis had it, then Kenna, and then I got it. I also had pain from a UTI, the pain became too much, so I opted to get in with an on call doctor. 

He ran several tests. At first he’d said all was fine. A half hour later he called and said that he thought we should do antibiotics just on case.  Now, nearly a week later the results are back, and I’m so glad he have me those antibiotics because I have a kidney infection. This isn’t good with having Wegener’s. I was able to get a shot and start even more antibiotics man do hope it’s under control. On Monday, I’ll go and follow up with my doctor. I believe they are planning an ultrasound to make sure my kidneys are okay. 

My hearing tests came back good,so now we wait for the MRI and appointment with a neurologist. I’ve been saying for months that something is just not right with my brain. I feel very off. Luckily those darn accents have disappeared. Lol

I’m lucky to have the doctors at OHSU. Before we found them, my care was subpar. The doctors weren’t connected and things that needed to be done, weren’t. Don’t get me wrong. I had a few amazing doctors, they just didn’t communicate with each other.