Since the jaundice episode (that both came and went with no explanation), I have been running a low-grade fever nearly every day. Strange pains (Fibromyalgia back??) and weirder sleep patterns, too.
So my record is still intact: I've seen about 25 specialists in the last 20 years, trying to diagnose a dozen or so bizarre health issues. Only two have acurately diagnosed and treated me: my orthopedist and my obstetrician! LOL
As if that weren't enough, my antidepressant meds are acting squirrely. All I can do, it seems, is cry. Please, dear and treasured friends -- pray for me. I'm SO sick of being sick! If I HAVE to be sick, at least let it be something diagnosable and fixable, and hook me up with my own personal Dr. House?
I know I'm not as visible as I used to be. Life is pulling me in many directions. I think of all of you often, and you ARE all in my thoughts and prayers.
Today I "went out" for the first time in weeks (beyond just the grocery store) to walk the labyrinth in our City Park. There was a group of us there walking and praying for a quick resolution to the oil spill in the Gulf. It's not looking good for our coastline, still so fragile from Hurricanes Katrina and Rita.