Happy Feet Of Sorts

It was suggested, nay let’s be clear here, it was ordered that I get a massage due to continual cramping in my feet. My rheumatologist  ordered it while I was visiting him.  It isn’t something I asked for because I’m a little weird about my feet.

The last foot massage I experienced was an authentic Chinese foot massage and that pretty much sealed the deal for me.  My feet were made off-limits, I know this for a fact as I am the one who decreed it.

So there I am, suddenly faced with an ordered foot massage after I had mentioned in passing that I’ve been having cramps in both my feet, toes and into the arches.  What I was hoping for by confessing this issue to my specialists I am not sure.  I can however say with complete certainty that I had never even considered anyone touching my feet.

Land here’s the thing, my doctor knows me well enough that when he ordered the massage, he ordered it immediately, in his office.  No escape now.  Thankfully the massage therapist listened to my explanation of my foot cramps and said he didn’t think a foot massage would do a thing for me.

Just when I relaxed and thought all was safe, the man started rubbing my calf.  I just about hit the ceiling from both surprise and pain.  He explained the foot pain was due to tight calves.  And then proceeded to torment both of my calves to the point that I was positive I would never walk again.  A few hours post massage my feet feel better, as do my calves, which I had no idea was bothering me in the first place.

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Late For The Tea Party

I was late for a tea party today.  Not just a little late because I had nothing to wear either.  I was late by hours, as in the party started, ran and finished before I could even consider going to it.  And yes it was a party I wanted to attend.

Thankfully a friend attended and managed to bring me back some of the tea I wanted to try!  And she was able to tell me all about the party as well, which was also nice.  You see the tea party was also a tea tasting and I’m always looking for ways to curb some of the side effects of my medication.  I’ve found some fruit teas that help with some of the issues so I was excited to try more.  And I’m blessed to have a friend help me with this.

I hadn’t planned on being late, the only thing I had scheduled in the day besides the tea tasting party was a doctor’s appointment.  And it was this appointment which was scheduled hours earlier than the tea party that created the issue.  Or rather it was my doctor’s decision, he insisted on “just one quick little test” which he swore would be easy and not result in needing anything more to be done.

He was wrong.  His test resulted in a trip to another department in the hospital, I’m,existent which meant more testing and medication.  Oh yes and a scan that required radioactive dye to be injected into me.  The dye needed time to travel everywhere it needed to go so I had to wait an hour or so and then hop in for the scan.  Needless to stay I was at the hospital the majority of the day.

I texted my friend to let her know I wasn’t going to be able to meet her as I had finished a rather long day and just needed to go home and nap.  She stopped by later on with the tea and the stories which helped keep my mind off the test results and the day in general.  Sometimes lupus is like this, no it isn’t all fun and adventure, some days it’s just hurry up and wait.

When Too Much Used To Be Fine

The four-footed companion doesn’t understand the concept of “too much”.  As in too much heat because it was beyond war mush today.  Which leads me to the next too much which was too much sun.  Too much sun isn’t good for me, is great for making lupus worse, but my medications have rendered me so sensitive to the sun that when I have too much I swell up and go an odd pinkish purple.  Call me the human puffer fish during those moments.

Now to be fair, the four-footed one found plenty of shade, that which was cast from parked cars and such.  It would be fine with me if the shade provided by parked cars covered more than my feet and ankles.  With the majority of me exposed to the sun I tend to rely on sunscreen and clothing with sun protection.  It also means that I tend to be covered from wrists to ankles.

So today was a day of too much because the weather forecast indicated cloudy and so I packed different clothes for this trip.  And thus it took only a short period of time to reach my too much threshold.

I wasn’t always like this, I used to enjoy the sun and the heat and never grasped the concept of too much sun or heat.  Sure I still wore sunblock but I als didn’t find myself relating to Dracula as much as I do these days.  There simply was no such thing as too much sun or too much heat, rather they were just glorious days. I miss those days..

I’m Dreaming Of Food…Or Channeling My Inner Chipmunk

Today I’ve been dreaming about food.  Well dreaming is probably the wrong word, lusting is probably more accurate.  I have been lusting after food today.  No don’t misunderstand dear friends, I love good food and I love sharing it with people I enjoy so it’s not unusual for me to think about food.  I’ve been known to plan whole menus as a means of pleasantly passing time and I’ve no shame in this either.

However today I’ve been running on the see food, think food, desire food sort of cycle.  I blame my medications partially for this shift in my food relationship.  I also blame people sharing delicious ideas and placed with me all in a very short period of time.  This sharing lead me to feel like I need to try it all, right now.  Not that I’m complaining about people sharing these things with me; whether we break bread together or separately but shared experiences I think is a wonderful thing indeed.

The thing is, though, between my medication, my lupus flare and the insane hamster on the wheel that is my brain, I fee exhausted just trying to figure out what to do and try and when.  And of course this makes my health teeter totter a bit more.  Again I am not complaining for I am blessed, truly blessed to have wonderful people to share food with and more importantly to not having to worry about where the next meal comes from.  I just need to tame the lusting of said food into something more manageable so food isn’t falling off my plate!

Chipmunks And Me

When I was younger, I used to feed animals bits of crackers and such. If you were a duck or a goose, chances are I would throw the cracker your way.  If you were a squirrel or a chipmunk I would place the bit of cracker somewhere near me for you to come and nibble on.  I might also have nuts or seed grass pieces to hold out to you if you were cute and fuzzy.

My all time favorite to feed was chipmunks, you see I loved how they would pack all the offered food into their cheeks which would get chubbier and chubbier.  I guess back then I adored chubby cheeks, and to a degree I still do, just not on me.  And unfortunately as part of my lupus treatment I take a steroid called prednisone which just happens to give me chubby cheeks.  Well actually what it does besides giving me chubby cheeks is an incredible appetite, which results in the desire to eat all the time.  Eating all the time can lead to more than chubby cheeks.  And chubby cheeks on me are not cute, not like they are on chipmunks.  Thankfully I do not stay on prednisone all the time!

Hey There Sunshine

When I was growing up we had a neighbor who spent every moment she could in the warm sunshine with as much skin exposed to the sun as possible. The minute it was warm enough she’d be sunbathing top-less for hours on end until she reached a golden color I related to well cooked French fries! 😊

I myself did not sunbathe as per say, but I also wasn’t afraid of the sun.  I would acquire a decent tan from playing outside regardless of how many layers of sunscreen my mother slathered on me.  I’m pretty sure I simply out-wore the sunscreen during that time, nothing deliberate and no thought of getting a tan.

After getting diagnosed with lupus and being placed on a variety of medication which made me sensitive to the sun I tend to avoid bright sunlight as if it were the plague.  This means that I am starting to match Beloved glowing white color.  No, actually what it means is that I never go anywhere without wearing sunscreen and having the stuff with me at all times.  It also means wearing sun protective clothing with long sleeves and legs.  And yes a rather large hat.

I didn’t start my lupus journey with such avoidance skills.  As a matter of fact I flaunted my exposure to the sun, because what could really happen?  In case you are wondering what could really happen is that my hands and feet were swollen to twice their normal size.  My skin was sensitive, itchy and a blotchy reddish-purple color.  And yes friends, this had to happen more than once before I clued in that the sun and I have a different relationship.

Now id like to say that since those days I’ve never had a run in with the sun again, but there have been the odd times when it starts off overcast and somehow while I out walking or whatever the sun plays peek-a-boo and I get caught not exactly prepared.  Thankfully those times are very rare.  Also thankfully I don’t run and hide from the sun either.  We just have a different relationship now as I said before, and I still enjoy it in different ways.

Shaking It All Around

I am a pro at making scrambled eggs.  If you need anything mixed together, I’m your girl, provided you don’t mind how I mix it together.  I mean if you insist on having a martini stirred and not shaken, the you better get on that on your own. Shaking, twitching and tremors are all my methods of mixing things up.  😉

Of course there are times when I’d rather have a steady hand, such as carrying coffee or trying to eat.  Unless it is eating with chopsticks, then I don’t mind the shaking in my hands because I’m just awful using chopsticks and at least I can use my tremors as a reason why I drop more food than I pick up when using them! 😊  And I confess, when Taylor Swift’s Shake It plays I feel like she’s singing it just for me.  Granted I don’t think this is the shaking she is singing about, but I will work with what I got!

I’m not sure if I developed the shaking and the tremors from my illness or the medications used to control the illness. And the fact is, even if I knew what created it, I’d still have to deal with the tremors.  So as long as you don’t mind the odd slosh or flying droplet, come on over and see what’s shaking today!