Happy Memorial Day!

Happy Memorial Day one and all!!! I hope that you are all able to get out and enjoy the sunshine and have a great barbecue. I will be trying to take my own advice, but I am embarrassed to say that I will most likely catch a movie or work on a puzzle. I always feel like I have to try and make myself get out of the house once and a while. I think being sick so often makes being a homebody become the norm rather than the occasional.

I have had quite the odd medical week. I noticed last weekend that one of my feet had a bit of a bluish tint to it, but didn't really think much of it. It wasn't until I made my weekly trek to my fabulous acupuncturist and she was really concerned about how swollen and blue my left foot was. Leave it to me to not get both feet swollen or even better, not have any blue appendages at all, but since it was me, it was just a given that I was going to have something odd, unusual, and undiagnosable. Can you guess what the doctor's treatment for my blue and swollen foot was? Socks. Really? Socks?? I guess that's what I get for wearing flip-flops all the time. It just seems so weird to me that if they think I have Raynaud's Syndrome, wouldn't it be in both feet?

As if I hadn't had enough bizarre and crazy health crisis for the week, I went to see an infectious disease doctor because I had been struggling with a case of thrush for several months. They took a culture, ran a million of the same blood tests they ran years ago when they were trying to figure out what was wrong with me. The doctor has pretty much no idea what is going on with it, but I have to give him credit because he did admit that and went to a bunch of other doctors, including an oral pathologist, to try and find the answer.

Just in case I didn't get enough weird treatment tips for the week, the oral pathologist just thought I had too many skin cells growing on my tongue and that I should take a table spoon and scrape it three times a week. Can you even imagine carrying a spoon around in your purse so you could scrape your tongue wherever you are? I suppose that at this point, nothing really shocks me anymore. The infectious disease doc is now planning on scraping my tongue with some kind of knife next week so I hope that he has steady hands because I'm pretty sure I can't put a band aid on my tongue.

I suppose the point of this whole rant is that even when you get crazy news and think nothing more can go wrong with you, watch what you say, because just around the corner may be a doctor telling you to wear wool socks in the summer. :-) I could have cried, thrown a tantrum, or gotten really depressed about all the bad news this week, but what good would that do me? I suppose I have to handle it with laughter because, for me, the other options aren't going to make things any better. I choose to handle things with laughter rather than sadness. This choice may not make my foot not be blue or make my thrush go away, but I still "feel" better with a smile on my face. It's not an easy choice or something that I can always pull off, but it's a deliberate alternative to a tear.

I wish you all laughter and sunshine on this holiday weekend and thank you all for listening to me.


"A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor's book."
~Irish Proverb