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{November 22, 2011}   The Neurologist

Just a quick update on my hands.  I saw the neurologist today.  Quite a nice guy.  He believes my pain has nothing to do with nerves.  He talked about a nerve conduction study, which I am completely scared of, and I almost passed out.  He referred me to a rheumatologist instead, hoping that if he sends a personal note, they’ll actually see me.  The dreaded nerve conduction study may still happen though, if the rheumatologist seems to think it is necessary.

In other news, I’m totally loving Pentatonix on The Sing Off.



{November 22, 2011}   Less than…

I don’t know if this is something every girl experiences at some point in her life, but I have a feeling it’s quite common.  It’s the feeling of being less than your other female counterparts around you, whether it be friend or foe.  I don’t have a lot of girl-friends, living in a man’s world will do that.  Even in school, the two other girls in my major just didn’t talk to me, or anyone.  I’ve never had problems hanging out with guy friends doing seemingly manly things.  Although, I did find The Expendables movie waaaaayy too manly.  I mean, once you’ve shot them twice, do you really have to punch them out and then blow them up?  In any case, I went out last night with two of my girl-friends and had a great time.  We saw the new Twilight, and yes, you can start the jokes here, I’ve probably heard all of them from my manly co-workers.  Now normally, when I’m in a group of girls, I feel like part of me shouldn’t be there, like I’m not up to par, not worthy of hanging out with such people.  But there I was, in the center of two supermodel types, girl-talking away and having a great time.  Sure, to the outside viewer, this small mousy girl, wearing her blue coat that she’s had for ages with a hint of dog slobber on the sleeve hanging out with the high-fashion supermodel types must’ve seemed like I was less than, but for once I wasn’t feeling that that was so.  Realizing that I felt accepted and wanted had me feeling pretty good… until I got slightly chewed this morning by no fault of my own, but life isn’t perfect, and if it was, there would never be any songs or art at all.  Unfortunately, it’s the ups and downs that makes us feel, and makes us who we are.



{November 13, 2011}   Not sure I should be blogging.

My hands have been hurting me for quite some time, but most recently my right hand has gotten worse and worse.  I’ve been to several doctors and haven’t found much relief as of yet.  My latest endeavor having to deal with a rheumatologist who won’t see me because I have fibromyalgia.  I come to find out this isn’t just him, some doctors just won’t see you if you have fibromyalgia.  My next step is a neurologist, hopefully he doesn’t have the same attitude.

I find that I miss music so much, having not played since completing the Fortune and Glory soundtrack.  It’s not something I can turn off, it’s just there, all the time.  I noticed the other day I was holding my toothbrush like a violin bow.  Sad.

 



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