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Jul. 18th, 2002 05:34 amDid the rheumatologist, having done several clumsy or stupid things today and stupidly omitted to do several others. Fear, eh?
Redoing blood tests to look again for a parvo virus (I thought that cats got those: they do, but this is different apparently and they don't cross the species barrier). Arm very bruised from the six samples taken (it was nine last time, we're not retesting thyroid function).
New drugs to try. With the suggestion (threat? promise?) of anti-malarials on top if these aren't enough. (Yes, anti-malarials are used in some cases of arthritis-type symptoms.)
Further appointment in three months.
New appointment to be made to see eye specialist about the lack of tears. (This may sound trivial, but is pretty uncomfortable, both in terms of physical discomfort and not being able to feel the feelings if you don't have the means to express them (I can't cry, therefore I can't ever quite experience the feelings that go along with crying (no extreme sadness, guilt's quite hard--all very alienating), but I'm great for chopping onions!)
Not life threatening, any of it. But the symptoms increase, rather than reduce. I seem to be in the position where drugs are going to continue to be necessary. This I hate.
Ho hum, and the brain's not in gear either through being stupid or being...
Redoing blood tests to look again for a parvo virus (I thought that cats got those: they do, but this is different apparently and they don't cross the species barrier). Arm very bruised from the six samples taken (it was nine last time, we're not retesting thyroid function).
New drugs to try. With the suggestion (threat? promise?) of anti-malarials on top if these aren't enough. (Yes, anti-malarials are used in some cases of arthritis-type symptoms.)
Further appointment in three months.
New appointment to be made to see eye specialist about the lack of tears. (This may sound trivial, but is pretty uncomfortable, both in terms of physical discomfort and not being able to feel the feelings if you don't have the means to express them (I can't cry, therefore I can't ever quite experience the feelings that go along with crying (no extreme sadness, guilt's quite hard--all very alienating), but I'm great for chopping onions!)
Not life threatening, any of it. But the symptoms increase, rather than reduce. I seem to be in the position where drugs are going to continue to be necessary. This I hate.
Ho hum, and the brain's not in gear either through being stupid or being...
