I had not realized how quickly one could get used to not feeling like hurling 20 hours out of every day. but that was short lived as every change in meds makes me nauseous. so cymbalta thank you.
on an ironic note, yesterday i spent the day at work cowering in front of my computer as my head hurt, my jaw hurt from clenching my jaw to bare the headache and nausea thinking about that freaking cymbalata commercial "where does depression hurt? who does depression hurt?"
Oh but apparently I ma the healthiest fat chick out there. All the tests came back great -- cholesterol, diabetes, kidney, liver, thyroid; well all except one. Seems my heart disease marker is a 9; normal level should be a 3. More than likely because heart disease runs on both sides of my family. (yeah mom & dad, way to choose a good dna pool!) But apparently it is not something to worry about unless my cholesterol goes up.
so as long as my echocardiogram goes well, i am in the clear.
on the plus side, atleast this dr. has not left me with no answers about the swollen ankles. seems my veins are just not strong enough to handle much. so add to the arm gear super support hose! and probably some corrective shoes to fix my feet! and why don't i just get my braces back, more adult acne, eczema and whatever else to go along with the darkening thickening skin on my knuckles, knees, elbows and toes!
but you know what, I am laffing right now because it is kind of funny to me. it's the shit you write a book about when the emotional scars have healed or therapy has atleast made them bearable.
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