I took the elevator

You've read it right! I took the elevator. It's something I try to avoid doing whenever possible.

Here's the situation. About 3 weeks or so ago I had my thyroid meds lowered, concurrently, I had a small groin pull. I seem to have developed tendinitis in my hip from a combination of aggravating the pull (kicked stuff HARD with the bad leg twice) and, I think, from lowering the thyroid meds. Tendons in my thumbs became painful during that time as well. Hypothyroid symptoms went nuts. I got my thyroid meds raised and the tendons in the hands and most hypo symptoms are decreasing.

The hip is not so good. Hurts pretty badly. I went to the doctor who referred me to PT. The Physical Therapist's office is on the second floor. I went up 2 stairs and then turned around and went up the elevator. Me using an elevator is a definite indication of the degree of pain I'm in!

The doc prescribed 20 mg pred for three days, 10 mg pred for three days and 800 mg of Ibuprofen. Here's the Addison's thing. She had no idea how or if I should take my hydrocortisone in addition to the pred burst. I highly doubt there's been any research on the subject. I'm nervous about this 20 mg of pred, it's equivalent to 80 mg of hydrocortisone. I will not waste the extra energy that's going to happen from this amount of steroid!! I'm already shaky and sweaty from it. I don't think I've ever had too much steroid before because this feels really weird. I hope I don't get super fat and mean from the pred, that's generally been the case when I've taken it before.

Anyhow, this is too much writing and probably boring to read. I have continued the streak (against my better judgement and the judgement of my husband but completely in agreement with the OCD part of me). It didn't feel good so I brought a cocktail along to the treadmill, some Ibuprofen on board and got it done.

School's out! Although the temp here says -21, there are places in the Valley that are -30 or they wouldn't have canceled school. I can't wait to move to somewhere warmer (2.5 years to go)!!

A laugh for the ladies

A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine. Dear Diary, For my birthday this year, my husband purchased a week of personal training at the local health club. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor, and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. Friends seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress. ________________________________ MONDAY: Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god-- with blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines.. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today, very inspiring! Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!! ________________________________ TUESDAY: I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT! It's a whole new life for me. _______________________________ WEDNESDAY: The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members.. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning, and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair monster. Why the heck would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other crap too. _______________________________ THURSDAY: A__hole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late-- it took me that long to tie my shoes. He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny b___ to find me. Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine-- which I sank. _________________________________ FRIDAY: I hate that b____ Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic, little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it. Christo wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the darn barbells, or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director? ________________________________ SATURDAY: Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.. ________________________________ SUNDAY: I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today, so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun-- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!