Means to an End

I've not posted in a month.  Sorry.  Nothing new to write about, really.  It's been a month of the same.  Sleepless nights, sore ulcers and some aches and pains.  All the norm and stuff I feel I repeatedly complain about.  I'm tired of feeling like all I do is complain.

Today, I have nothing to complain about.

I tried acupuncture for the first time last week.  I have no idea if it's going to do anything, but what do I have to lose?  Except whatever it costs me.  And really, how's that any different than paying for medicines that don't work?  If nothing else, I can say I tried and that I made new friends.  The acupuncturist is a GREAT lady and I am already better for just knowing her.

My sleep has still been off for the last month.  A lot of sleepless nights, filled with "what is my purpose" and "what happens when we die" conversations with myself at 2 a.m.  So, this weekend, I decided to try some melatonin.  I'm either out of my mind or the stuff works!  I slept great the last 2 nights.

Today, I had my echo and there is no change since the last one.  So, the meds are working and keeping my heart happy.  I was having a lot of extra beats today, but that's not new for me.  I don't have to go back for 6 months.  My new cardiologist here in FL is retiring.  I've only been going to him for just a few months and he's leaving.  Which is fine.  I found an internist here that I need to start seeing and she happens to specialize in women's heart disease.  So, I was going to transfer to her if she and I work out well at my first appointment, anyway.

So, finally, things might be falling in to place.  I'm building my medical team here in FL for my day to, frequent needs and then reaching back to Baltimore to my awesome, Scleroderma specialist and team there as necessary and to keep things mainstreamed - for me.

I'm OK with that.