In Which our Heroine discovers a New Home
Apr. 13th, 2018 09:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ottergrrlOr words to that effect.
I think a lot of folk are posting stuff like this. I couldn't even read my last entry, it's been so long. Anyway, a lot's happened. I sum up:
Met Courtney in 2007. Love at first sight. I still get twitterpated around her.
Courtney moves to Oz. Am crushed. Try to move on after she goes back to Oz the second time. She moves back.... and then in. And it's awesome.
Get married, and about 6 months later she starts getting really sick. Like old testament Fury of God type shit. We lost sanity points, her gall bladder, her uterus and other assorted bits, some of my bits also, a few jobs and a few fair weather friends.
We moved halfway across the US to a very different culture, and also a different medical culture and set of experiences. I think in retrospect it was fortunate that we moved to Colorado because of course, a lot of other folk with medical issues moved for the medical marijuana. In the end it meant a concentration of experiences, and we got a huge break when we found her PA who had worked at a GI practice for a long time, and suggested a migraine disorder, triggered by caffeine.
So the mystery disease was her CVS, covering up a migraine disorder, or the migraine disorder was triggering off her cvs without us registering that that was a really indicative difference. We have cut out caffeine and chocolate along with gluten from her diet and in the past 3 months the only time she has been sick is when we know for a fact that she was given gluten. We have meds that have so far worked to stave off impending migraines, but one hasn't been impending in some time. Somehow, 6 - 7 years later, it seems we're getting to a place of good health for her. It's way too early to claim victory, but I feel so much lighter in my heart these days.
Holy fuck, it's been so long it was like being marooned on an island. We lived in this tight, miserable circle of ER/recovery/maintenance/always nauseous and constantly having to cancel on dates because C was ill or I was ill or we were both ill, or heartsick, or both. To be in that cycle for such a long time has changed me considerably. I feel like one of those acid washed jeans or something, faded and maybe a bit ragged but still perfectly, wholly jeans. Hole-y while whole-ly jeans.
So, anyway. Maybe I can write here. I certainly plan to. I hope to tell you about awesome adventures and really wild things. I hope to read about your adventures, too. Won't you join me? Won't you be my neighbor?
/mrrogers
I think a lot of folk are posting stuff like this. I couldn't even read my last entry, it's been so long. Anyway, a lot's happened. I sum up:
Met Courtney in 2007. Love at first sight. I still get twitterpated around her.
Courtney moves to Oz. Am crushed. Try to move on after she goes back to Oz the second time. She moves back.... and then in. And it's awesome.
Get married, and about 6 months later she starts getting really sick. Like old testament Fury of God type shit. We lost sanity points, her gall bladder, her uterus and other assorted bits, some of my bits also, a few jobs and a few fair weather friends.
We moved halfway across the US to a very different culture, and also a different medical culture and set of experiences. I think in retrospect it was fortunate that we moved to Colorado because of course, a lot of other folk with medical issues moved for the medical marijuana. In the end it meant a concentration of experiences, and we got a huge break when we found her PA who had worked at a GI practice for a long time, and suggested a migraine disorder, triggered by caffeine.
So the mystery disease was her CVS, covering up a migraine disorder, or the migraine disorder was triggering off her cvs without us registering that that was a really indicative difference. We have cut out caffeine and chocolate along with gluten from her diet and in the past 3 months the only time she has been sick is when we know for a fact that she was given gluten. We have meds that have so far worked to stave off impending migraines, but one hasn't been impending in some time. Somehow, 6 - 7 years later, it seems we're getting to a place of good health for her. It's way too early to claim victory, but I feel so much lighter in my heart these days.
Holy fuck, it's been so long it was like being marooned on an island. We lived in this tight, miserable circle of ER/recovery/maintenance/always nauseous and constantly having to cancel on dates because C was ill or I was ill or we were both ill, or heartsick, or both. To be in that cycle for such a long time has changed me considerably. I feel like one of those acid washed jeans or something, faded and maybe a bit ragged but still perfectly, wholly jeans. Hole-y while whole-ly jeans.
So, anyway. Maybe I can write here. I certainly plan to. I hope to tell you about awesome adventures and really wild things. I hope to read about your adventures, too. Won't you join me? Won't you be my neighbor?
/mrrogers
