Of Thommunism and Recent Happenings

Things are a bit erratic at present. I’ll have a stretch of days where my RA seems to calm down but then I’ll be in agony from a relatively easy day. I’m overall not awful but neither am  I spectacular. I’m two injections in with Enbrel and my joints have been a bit calmer in the last week. Some of that is still riding the wave from that steroid shot, of this I’m sure. 

So what else?.I finally got caught up with my Psychiatrist and had a pretty good meeting with him. I’ve cut back on the wellbutrin which has seemed to bring down the blood pressure a bit, so that’s a plus. The low dose of Risperdal seems to still be doing the trick without zonking me out, which  I’m grateful for.

I’m hoping to do a Thrash Metal themed Vest specifically to sell on eBay or Etsy or something. Relatively safe bands, nothing too outlandish. Something that tastefully screams Glory Days Thrasher. I can do this. Lesser work than mine is selling, why the hell not?

Aside from that, just working and navigating the sea of madness we call the modern world. Doing so reasonably well and maintaining a state of relative contentment. 

May it be so for you. 

-Thom

PS:

My Iron Maiden tickets arrived and  I got muh hair done 🙂

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Precarious Existence

There’s something to be said for humans and their ability to withstand a constant barrage of soul crushing bullshit. Some folks are like well trained dogs, or perhaps horses. So stubbornly proud of how much they can endure the feeling of the cruel bit in their quivering mouths. I try to not be such a person when possible. 

Granted, I’ve calmed down quite a bit since I was a rage junkie teenager /young adult. But I still have a really hard time with impulse and mood control. Sometimes my brain feels like a car with the gas pedal and the brake being slammed at the same time. The laws of physical science dictate that one or both will eventually give out. That said, I’m a lot better than I used to be. I have SOME degree of control over my emotions and moods. There was a long time where I had zero.and it was not pretty. 

I realize that I have a responsibility to keep my head together and stay out of hospitals or legal trouble. I’m getting better about articulating the things that are ripping through my mind day to day. I don’t go manic. Risperdal prevents that pretty well. But in the last year or two depression and anxiety have been much bigger problems for me than they have been in the past.

I take Wellbutrin for this purpose and it helps. I’ve come to accept the fact that I’m going to have to deal with some breakthrough craziness in the name of not being completely dead inside from being zonked the fuck out on psych drugs. 

I get upset a lot, almost completely at random. I’ve gotten better at identifying my bad states and taking my vistaril (antihistamine used to treat anxiety and panic) when I start freaking out. Still, it’s been rough the last month or so. Being temporarily unemployed didn’t help my mental state any.  On a positive note, its been great to be back at my job. I missed my people 🙂

I don’t know, sometimes it feels like all it takes is a single word or a random breeze to put me in a state of profound sadness. I don’t know if anyone realizes the herculean effort it takes for me to maintain the veneer of relative composure. Some days I just go to pieces regardless. It all depends on a plethora of factors and variables.

I don’t get to see my friends much lately and it’s really been eating at me. Spending entirely too much time in my own head. I don’t have a car and our schedules never line up anymore. I just worry that they think I don’t care. It’s not that at all. I just feel like I’m spread out too thin trying to do too much. 

Still, I’m grateful for the life I have, batshit as I may be. I have a job. I have relative freedom and a Lover who makes all the bullshit worth it. Its so easy to lose sight of the things that really matter. Mental illness has a way of giving one a bit of the old tunnel vision.

This has been one of my less focused posts on this blog. But whatever. I’m thinking this is a decent enough place to wrap it up with a quick run down.

I’m happy to be working again.

I love my Fiancee and my Dog and two Cats.

I’m doing my best.

May it be enough….

-Thom

When all things are considered…

I’m strangely content of late. It’s actually rather nice. I’m keeping up with my obligations and looking forward to my vacation in Alaska  next week. As for my health,  it’s pretty solid. I’m seeming to get some ADHD coverage from the Wellbutrin I was prescribed for depression,  so that’s a plus I’d say. I’m not sure what my current status is diagnosis-wise. If it is Rheumatoid Arthritis it’s the Seronegative type, as the blood work doesn’t really support this as SED rate, Rheumatoid Factor and C-reactive Protein are in the  normal range . I have to see a Dermatologist to get a biopsy on one of my nodules. If there are palisading lymphocytes then they are rheumatoid nodules, according to the Rheumatologist. At any rate,  I’m not particularly swollen or inflamed right now,  at least not badly. 

    It’s very strange the way my pain and fatigue wax and wane. Most days I feel relatively strong and capable.  But some days I flare up and come home feeling like I’ve been beaten by a golf club. As for fatigue,  I’m a fairly crazy coffee drinker, but when it hits, no amount of caffeine will move me. I had a day or two that I slept way too much and pretty much felt drunk and disoriented no matter what I did to kick myself into gear. My fatigue and stiffness have mostly been sparing me lately, for which I am grateful.  When the fatigue does hit nothing can touch it. 

    So if not RA, then what? My Mom came with me to my last appointment with the Rheumatologist.  At one point she looked confused and said  ‘So does he have RA or not?’. He said, ‘I’d bet my car on it but I’m not ready to bet my house.’. Which I presume is doctor-speak for I dunno. We shall see I guess.  My flares are erratic and won’t bother me for a decent amount of time in between.  I can’t really figure out what aggravates it. I had lots of swollen joints when I first saw my current doctor. That plus nodules which I still have on many knuckles. Also the xrays revealed some erosion.  The prednisone helped a lot but steroids are not for long term use. Anyhow,  the crucial thing is I’m alright and not feeling sick or sore right now.  

    On the Metal front life is good. Last show was a bit of a mixed bag.  Great bands but too much Metalcore filler.  Got to see Brazilian Death Metal Juggernaut Krisiun as well as Nile, Cannibal Corpse,  Revocation and SUFFOCATION SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE DAMNIT! I GOT ROBBED DAMNIT! Oh well.  It’s just that they are the primary reason I went to that show. I was sorely disappointed.  Seeing Master in a month and DRI in December.  Hoping to get my copy of Harald Oimoen’s book signed! Metal Nerd for Life.  Aside from that,  just doing my thing. Finally decided to quit shaving my head too. Ha!

    Rheumatologically Speaking

    So yeah, my appointment with the Rheumatologist finally came. I’ve been eagerly awaiting getting to the bottom of the situation with my hands. I spent the first twenty minutes at the Diagnostic Clinic filling out intake paperwork,  then I went upstairs to meet my new Doctor.  He asked me about the problems I’ve been experiencing,  took a detailed history and upon examining my hands and other joints had two words to say : Rheumatoid Arthritis.

    I’m not gonna lie,  I’m a bit shook up. I’m glad to have caught it relatively early on, but it’s still a bit scary. I’ve seen what advanced RA does to joints and it’s horrifying to say the least.  The first line meds to treat it are essentially immune suppressants.  It’s much more than arthritis,  it’s an autoimmune disorder that manifests itself in a plethora of ways including arthritis.  What it means is that my immune system is attacking my joints.

    I brought lab results and xrays and these proved to be the clincher for the diagnosis.  He looked at my xrays with me and said ‘See these shadows near the joints? That’s decalcification.’ I don’t have a ton of bone erosion yet but ANY is frightening enough.

    The Rheumatologist is pretty cool.  Nice laid back Black Man of about forty or so. He told me, ‘I can’t cure this for you, but it can be managed and long periods of remission are possible.’. He gave me paperwork for a bunch of lab tests and said ‘For the next few months you and I are going to be BFFs.’. We shook hands and he sent me on my way.

    As I said, I’m a little funny feeling right now.  It’s starting to sink in.  But I’m not going to use over it or let it screw up my program.  I’ve worked too damn hard to turn tail and run.

    I’m a little scared but I refuse to let it conquer me. Time to activate the Celtic Fire in the blood. I’m coming up with strategies for taking it easy on myself and am not going to bus tables more than two days a week.  Non-consecutively. I have to make money but I’m not going to kill myself to live. Hosting is relatively easy money and I’m fortunate to have added it to my restaurant skills.

    Aside from that news, life is about the same. Upped my Wellbutrin due to some creeping depression and feeling far better for it. In love with my Boyfriend and life. That’ll do.

    So I have a connective tissue disease, BFD.
    Time to let Mr. Berserker out of the bag,  methinks.

    Until we meet again,
    Thom
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    Back to the mental health side of things….

    I’m great. I’m what Aleister Crowley would call rejoicing in the thrill of life and death. I am awake. I am pleased, and I am also quite far from finished.

    I was not so great for a long time. I was in a frustrated depression for several months. I finally ignored everything I was certain I knew about myself and tried an antidepressant. It made a huge difference. I feel like myself again, not a seething and self-loathing head case.

    Antidepressants are usually a risk with the bipolar but wellbutrin is slightly less risky so we gave it a try. It’s cool because I have noticed that I get decent ADHD coverage from it on days I don’t take my Ritalin.

    But yeah, I got a job on the beach bussing tables. The money is good and it’s close to home. I’m feeling alright and I have wellbutrin and my wonderful and supportive lover to thank for it.

    Aside from that, just pleasantly living life. Almost done with my battle vest. A few spikes and a few more thelema pins and it’s donezo.. May your team win. Thanks.

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