I'm relatively new here. So, allow me to introduce myself. Many have asked what ails me. I had rheumatic fever when I was 14. It crippled my knees and left me with a mild heart condition. From 1981-1986, I had 6 knee surgeries followed by physical therapy, the use of crutches or a cane and knee braces. I had my first surgery when I was 17. Between knee surgeries, I managed to finish college in 1986. I majored in Agriculture and Biology, and earned an ulcer. My knees finally stable, I was making plans to attend the University of Kentucky to study Veterinary Medicine. But in the Fall of 1987, I was in an auto accident when a drunk driver ran a stop sign. I injured my neck, back, lower abdomen, shoulder, and right knee. That Spring, I had to have a total knee replacement in my right leg. A year later, I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, Chronic Myofacial Pain, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and Chronic Fatigue. In 1992, I contracted a staff infection in my artificial knee, and underwent major surgery to remove the infection. I spent that entire Winter in the hospital while on very strong antibiotics given through an IV that was inserted in a vein one centimeter away from my heart. After years of compensating for my knees, all of my joints are now distressed. I have chronic bursitis in both of my hips and arthritis in my lower lumbar vertebrae. I wear braces on all of my joints and back. Most of the time, I use a cane or crutches. Other times, I use a walker, wheelchair, or scooter. Eight years ago, the doctors discovered I had a sleeping disorder, ADD, and Dyslexia. I've always been prone to sinus and ear infections, Bronchitis, and Pneumonia. Also,I suffer from sinus, tension, and migraine headaches, TMJ, and Dry Mouth Disease. I'm no stranger to depression either. Test results showed my brain was unable to produce adrenaline because of the constant and continual chronic pain I suffer. The lack of adrenaline is the root cause of my depression. I have reactive hypoglycemia, reactive asthma, allergies, allergic dermititis, and low thyroid. I stopped counting concussions after the tenth one.
Yes, I have a service dog I've trained: a 3 year old Labrador Pointing Retriever named Maybelle. She's not perfect but she's getting there. I keep telling her she's not stupid just stubborn. My 15 year old West Highland White Terrier named Raggs, enjoys trying to get her in trouble... as she does him.
I live with my elderly widowed mother, who also has Fibromyalgia, in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Some of the things I enjoy are reading, writing, listening to and playing music, embroidery, photography, working jigsaw puzzles, and studying ancient history. When I feel like it, I fly my 6 ft span delta kite.
Even though my daddy was a school principal, we ranched, farmed, logged timber, and saw milled.
That's me in a nut shell. I have no regrets. I take life an hour or a day at a time. And if all I accomplish in a day is hanging up one shirt, I've accomplished something.
soma, lortab, elavil, prilosec, naprosyn, tenormin, tranxene, zoloft, effexor, klonopin, singulair, adderall, cytomel, albuteral sulfate inhaler, guafenisen, cortizone injections in my left shoulder, left knee, and hips several times a year
"The race is not always to the swift, but to those who keep on running."
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