Friday, January 30, 2015

The Dark Alleys Of Trivia Crack

While spending so much time off my feet (either in bed or sitting at a table), relying on the inanimate mercy of my pain meds and looking forward to my next doctor appointment, I have gotten totally hooked on Trivia Crack (on Facebook). This surprises me because I'm absolutely terrible at Trivial Pursuit, yet Trivia Crack is do-able.

It irritates me when weird bugs happen (like the question being marked wrong as soon as the screen comes up, without even giving me the chance to click on anything-- for a question I knew the answer to-- especially when this happens at a particularly crucial moment in a 5-5 game when the person then goes on to beat me), but for the most part I like Trivia Crack.

I finished last week at the top of the board and it looks like this week will be the same. So far this week I've answered 1,290 questions right, and am aiming for 1,400 before the weekend's up. Pretty cool, huh?


My favorite thing is that the opponents can be random strangers, which kinda softens the blow if I lose. It's easier to brush off a loss to a stranger because I can just shrug and reassure myself that I'll never "see" them again.

Example: "Meh. I lost. Oh well. Maybe I'll win the next one, especially if I have these cookies over here."

With friends, I've noticed that it's different.
I've begun noticing that I take it WAY more personally than I should.

Example 1:
"You just beat [insert friend's name here]! Congratulations, now you can breathe. You will be permitted to live another day. Enjoy the oxygen... for now."

Example 2:
"You just lost to [insert friend's name here]! What were you thinking? This will haunt you forever, even during traffic jams and migraines and moments on the toilet after too much Taco Bell. [Friend] has now lost 12% of their respect for you and will be significantly less likely to donate any kidneys or trapezoids or cookies you might be needing any time soon. The shame has permeated the room and cannot be dispelled by Febreze. (Much like the Taco Bell). Wanna play again?"

So, once this "round" is over, I think I'm going to spend the rest of the time insituting a "Random Opponents Only" policy.

No offense to any of you; it's just that I need the reassurance of knowing that I'll never have to actually meet these people and will never have to explain why I honestly have no clue who played for what team in what year and ran eighty thousand touchdowns in 2003 while wearing blue and gold with a rabid three-legged skunk on the helmet. 'Cause, ohmygoodness, who even pays attention to stuff like that, right?
You might even say it's... "Trivial".  ;)


So keep those kidneys and trapezoids and cookies warm and ready for me, ok?

I don't anticipate needing extra kidneys anytime soon, so you might want to focus on the other two first.

Friday, January 23, 2015

At least I haven't grown two heads and twelve toes yet...

 Just got back from the doctor. The MRI results are back.

The good news is that they didn't see any rips or tears in the muscle.

On the other hand, the preliminary diagnosis is something called tenosynovitis.

Often it happens in hands/fingers/shoulders, but for me it happened in my ankle.

The challenge now is to find a way to heal it.

When it happens in hands, they just put a splint on it and let it rest, and after a few weeks it's perfectly fine.

For crooked feet like mine, the situation is different because there's no way to completely let it rest. Even if I completely stay bedridden for weeks, the problem is likely to return the moment I start walking again.

My current leg brace just isn't working the way it should, so I have an appointment with a specialist on Feb 4th. She will (hopefully) be able to recommend a better leg brace which will actually keep me steady enough to heal better.

Tenosynovitis never heals if the tendon keeps getting strained. Repetitive injury (like me walking on a crooked club-foot which points inward AND rolls over to the side with every step) just makes it worse.

I'm not going to resign myself to being bedridden quite yet, but I'll be walking extra carefully for awhile, and we'll see what the specialist says on Feb 4th.


Additional medical update:
Also got the results of the sleep study I had a few weeks ago.

I only got about 3 hours of sleep in the hospital that night, but wow.
In that period of time, I had 96 respiratory disturbances, and stopped breathing completely 25 times. (!!!!!)

All night long, I only entered REM sleep for 16 minutes. (The normal amount would be about two hours).

At one point, my oxygen level was down to 80% because I stopped breathing so many times.
This is apparently the way I sleep EVERY night, which explains why I never feel like I get any rest.

So there's definitely a problem.

My next appointment with THAT specialist is on Feb 13th, and my 2nd sleep study is on Feb 20th. They're going to fit me to one of those C-PAP mask things.

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Update on the foot/ankle stuff

Had doctor's appointment this morning.
Doctor apologized for the mixup with the x-ray.

Currently we're fighting bureaucracy to get Medicaid to pay for the open MRI. (The open MRI I need is in Indiana, and Michigan Medicaid is currently refusing to cover it because it's across state lines.)
Everything's on hold until that gets worked out.


I also got an appointment with a specialist in February. It's one I saw once last year. Possibly she can recommend a better leg brace, or get one custom-made for me.
I'm hoping I don't need surgery, but if insurance can cover the cost, I guess that's a possibility.


In the meantime, I got a new prescription for some stronger pain meds.

They're narcotics.
Wooooooo.

Just tried them.

My face is numb, but my ankle hurts about 75% less.
Possibly 76% less!

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Really? Yes. Really.

Another long rant from an upset person...
The next chapter in the "Janna's Feet" saga.

Ugh. I called the doctor's office today, because it's been TWO WEEKS since the x-rays, and no one called me about anything.
What they said two weeks ago was that they'd call me as soon as the results arrived. If bone damage was confirmed, we'd proceed with treating it. If the problem was non-bone-related, we'd move on to the next step, which is scheduling an MRI.

So I've been waiting all this time for those results, and hadn't heard anything.

When I called today, the desk person seemed surprised to hear from me, as if they weren't even quite sure who I was.
They put me on hold for a long time.

When they came back, they said the x-ray results were "stable", so they'd decided there really wasn't any need to call me back at all.

"Stable? ... Meaning what, exactly?" I said.

"You have a stable degenerative disease," she explained. "It's no different than it was before."

"Yes, it IS," I emphasized. "It's getting worse. I can barely walk. I hobble around on two canes. The pain medication isn't working. We need to pursue this."

"....Okay?" She said, unsure of what exactly to do.

"We need to pursue this," I repeated. "We can't just ignore it. It's getting worse."

"....Okay?" She repeated. "Well, I can tell the doctor if you want, but she won't be able to see you for quite a few days."

"Wasn't anyone going to call me and tell me about the results?" I asked. "How did I just fall through the cracks like that?"

"Well," she tried explaining, "If the results show that there isn't really a problem, our policy is that we DON'T call the person back."

My mouth hung open in disbelief. "I was told I'd receive a call one way or the other."

"...Okay?" She repeated.

"If the x-rays really showed no problem, we were supposed to move onto the next stage, which involved an MRI."

"...Okay?"

I sighed, realizing I was getting absolutely nowhere. "When's the earliest I can make an appointment?"

"Next week... January 6th.... 9:30."

"I'll take it. Let's please do that."

So... here we go.
Again.

(*ahem*) Yeah... ok.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YDTfEhChgw

Friday, December 26, 2014

Also, my head hurts, but let's just complain about one thing at a time.

It's been over a week, and I still don't have my x-ray results yet.

Still hobbling around on the cane, realizing much to my chagrin that the new pain medication doesn't really work.

What's really going to annoy me is if they call me and say "Good news, the results didn't show anything, so you're just fine!"

Obviously everything isn't fine; this hurts so much it's apparent that something is wrong.  I just need them to identify what it is.
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Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Good thing he's four tables away, I guess...

Direct quote from the little kid sitting about four tables away at McDonalds:

"MMMmmmoooooommmm!  Mom! I just farted!  I just faaaarrrted!!"

Additional quote from him, a few minutes later:

"Moommmm!  Y'smell that?"

Update... in case any of you wondered how it went

Oooookay. For any of you who read my angst-filled ankle post and wondered how the doctor appointment went, here's the update.

They saw how miserable I was, and they listened to everything I said.
The first step was x-rays. (Both feet, plus right ankle).

I just left the hospital a few hours ago.

The front desk saw me struggling on my two canes and immediately made sure I had somebody to take me to the x-ray room in a wheelchair.
X-rays were a bit awkward but they went all right, I guess.
When they were done, they wheelchaired me back to the front entrance, and I hobbled back to the car with my canes.

The doctor realized that my previous anti-inflammatory medication wasn't working at all, so she called in a prescription for something different.
(I haven't picked it up yet; it isn't ready. Believe me, I'm anxious to try it out.)

The next step is to wait for the x-ray results.
If my problem involves muscle instead of bone, I'll need to have an MRI.
If that's the case, I'll have to drive down to Indiana for the special "Open MRI" I used last year. (The place where they found the enchondroma tumor in my left fibula).

For now, I guess I'm content to wait and see what they say.
I'll get my new pain meds (as soon as they're ready) and take them while it all gets figured out.

I'll keep basking in the glow of free public WiFi, and hobbling with at least one cane to get my free refills. This way I can keep posting updates for those of you who actually read down this far.

If you see me there, please come over and say hi.
Bonus points if you bring cookies.

Monday, December 15, 2014

Me and my ankle

I posted this to Facebook, and figured I might as well post it here too.
Bear with me.

Probably no one will take the time to read this except my close friends, but I still need to write this so I can vent and cry a little.

My ankle's gotten so much worse in the past few weeks. I've had problems with it ever since childhood, but nothing even remotely as painful as this.

When I had it x-rayed last year, the doctor told me it was likely a form of club-foot that I've had my entire life. Mom didn't take me to a doctor for it when I was young, so it never got treated. (There are various reasons I'm not able to have surgery for it, which would take too long to explain right now.) They told me it would keep getting worse as the years went by.... they were right.

It hurts so bad it feels like I actually broke something or ripped something.

I mentioned it the past two times I went to the doctor, but they didn't do anything. I'm not even sure they wrote it down. It was like "Meh, let's just ignore it and see if it goes away."

At the concert last Friday I had to wear my usual leg brace, plus I used my cane to hobble around. Embarrassing to be on stage and have hundreds of people seeing that.

The weekend was so bad I could hardly get out of bed.

In the privacy of my own home, I have to have a cane in each hand just to make it possible to move from room to room without too much pain. When I move down the hallway like this, I feel like some giant four-footed animal... or maybe one of those big robot things from Star Wars (Imperial Walkers).
The only thing that makes walking remotely bearable is the canes, plus wrapping the leg brace extra tight so my ankle can't wobble around too much. If it wobbles or bends at all, it's excruciating.

I called the doctor's office this morning and explained to them that I need to make an appointment right away to get this diagnosed and treated.

My appointment is tomorrow morning (Tuesday Dec 16th) at 11:00am.

I hope they take me seriously this time.
If they ask "So, how long has this been going on?" I will make sure to say "Y'know, I've mentioned it the past TWO times I've been in. Look in the book and see when my two previous appointments were. I told you about it at least twice, but nobody did anything to help."


In addition to the right ankle issues, I dropped a shampoo bottle on my LEFT foot and hurt that so bad I might have broken some of the little bones in there.
There's no "good" foot to step on any more.


I'm tired of it hurting just to walk twenty feet away.
In the middle of the night, when I have to get up to go to the bathroom, I've actually laid there and cried for awhile, dreading the inevitability of having to get up and hobble to the toilet with a cane in each hand so I can pee.

I usually try to be a peaceful, fun, good-natured, semi-humorous person who is pleasant company, and most of my friends have no idea just how bad things have gotten.

I can't handle this for much longer.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Because apparently the gas station needed a sign...

Y'know, whatever this sign is saying, it's probably a good idea to pay attention.

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Because I'm just that helpful...

Today while sitting in my favorite spot at McDonalds, simultaneously drinking in the free WiFi along with a magnificent beverage, I was approached by a guy from one of the nearby tables.

"Can I ask you a question?"  He said.

"I... guess so," I answered, hoping it wouldn't have anything to do with trigonometry or ebola.

He wanted to know how to get online; he and his wife were trying to use the WiFi but were having trouble connecting.  I explained the process as well as I could, and he went back to sitting with his wife.

Awhile later, he got up to go to the bathroom.  My table is right next to the bathrooms.
When he came out, I considered asking him if he was able to get the WiFi to work. 

I ended up not asking.

It dawned on me that when you're a guy coming out of the bathroom, the last thing you want to hear is a stranger asking "So, did you get it to work all right?"
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Saturday, November 29, 2014

But if I get iron lamb, I won't have enough room left for pure belly clearance


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Also, I see that the symbols for Kungpo Chicken and Cashew chicken are exactly the same.  So are the symbols for fish-flavored shredded pork and pure speculation meat.
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I wonder if they have egg rolls.
If they do, I wonder what they call them.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Where everybody knows your name... or at least mine.

One of the side effects of spending half my life using free McDonalds WiFi is that the managers and employees have grown accustomed to my presence.
I know their names, they know my name, and it's sort of like a version of Cheers which has Chicken McNuggets instead of beer.

Last night I was at Wal-Mart preparing myself for the eventuality of having to actually return to my own home and eat things called "groceries".
(I'm not all that fond of Wal-Mart, but it was the only place open at that time of night.)


On my way out, I heard a familiar voice behind me.
"Hi, Janna."

I quickly turned my head in pleasant surprise, recognizing the voice.
It was one of the McDonald's managers.
I told him hello.

"I'm sorry if I scared you," he said.

"You didn't scare me," I replied.  "I always look like this."

He laughed.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

It's ok. I have no shame.

Actual thing I just posted to Facebook:

Note: Forget Metamucil and Ex-Lax. McDonalds plain black coffee is the most powerful brew known to mankind. You will feel the earth move.

Additional Note: If you ate ghost chili peppers on a buffalo chicken sandwich the previous evening, I promise you will suddenly remember.

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