Three Updates

 Tuesday night, Tinkerbell sent me some images of T-Rex moving into his college dorm at CMU. How time flies. I still remember T-Rex as the child from my book. I didn't respond to Tinkerbell. As much as I love her, she seems to only reach out when she needs. She will ignore me otherwise. That is not the type of relationship I deserve from her. 

I saw the Ear, Nose, and Throat specialist yesterday. Medicine is such a joke. Fifty percent of the time, they are just guessing. I have gone from a person who avoids medications to walking around with five. Two are in case I have an episode of vertigo (they don't stop it), one antibiotic ( for twenty-one days), a steroid (for six days), and a diuretic (duration tbd).

None of the pills cure my issue. They are not sure if they will even help my situation. These are the least evasive solutions. Here is a nifty video on the disease. I need to search for my own solutions, too.

Firefly update. Firefly is now the mother of a second baby girl. It's so amazing how some people change. I haven't contacted her lately, but I am glad she is married and has two kids. Hopefully, the future will continue to be bright.

Inner Ear Problems Return

"Someone help me." It was the phrase repeated over and over throughout the day by the elderly woman with dementia in the room down the hall from me while I was in the hospital Monday/Tuesday. Why was I in the hospital? Good question.

Monday afternoon, while at work, I started feeling dizzy and nauseous. It felt like being drunk and having the spins. This is the third episode I have had over the last three months. I thought the first two were from food poisoning, but there was no way this third episode was related to food.

Within an hour, I go from perfectly fine to having vertigo and puking uncontrollably. I am unable to function. The episodes last anywhere from 4 to 12 hours.

One of my coworkers took me to the ER. The Emergency Room was busy, but they jumped me to the front of the line because they were afraid I was having a stroke. That wasn't the case. It seems my Meniere's Disease is getting worse. Although they haven't said that yet. I still need to go in for an MRI and see the specialist.

In the meantime, they gave me pills to take if I start getting dizzy and pills to take if I start getting nauseous. Which is very different from giving you a pill to keep you from getting dizzy or nauseous. I am going through the motions of taking the test and seeing the doctors, but I doubt they will have a definitive solution. They didn't before.

An Earful

 Update on my ear. The test came back negative for anything he could see. The doctor put me on allergy medication. A nasal spray and a pill.  I don't think they help. I think they make things worse sometimes.  Either that or they don't do anything.  Either way, I have good days and bad days, but few days when there is not some hearing loss going on. I try not to let it affect me. 

I am still very busy at work. I am not managing programs. I am just putting out fires. I don't like it. Everything has made me negative. Seems like I go to the office, then end up back on the computer at night working more. I do not like working this hard. Not at this age.  This is a dead-end company. There is nowhere to advance.

Ringing In The Ear

Meniere's disease is the diagnosis for my ear. They put me on steroids, and I have an MRI scheduled in July.  It is the type of disease they don't know much about and don't have many solutions to.  It is a build-up of fluid in the inner ear, the cochlea.  The steroids don't seem to be helping yet.

More details from Firefly's arrest. She was arrested at Walmart for shoplifting. She had the drugs on her when they searched her. Stupid is as stupid does. Her car was left in the Walmart parking lot, but she had the only key. It was not in her possessions when I retrieved them from the jail.  The key could be with his possessions. I might try to get those, but there is no hurry at this point. The car was in the parking lot Saturday, but this morning it was gone. The police have no record of it being impounded. It might have been stolen, or something else might be going to I do not know about. Either way, I am not going to look further into it until they get out.

Her phone was not among her possessions either. I feel like she is back to stage one, back to where she was a year ago. All the help I have provided has gotten her nowhere. I am not sure what the future holds for her.  I hope she surrenders to the process and gets her shit straight.