Update

Apologies, as usual, for not writing sooner.  Was stunned to see the last post was mid-November.  Have to admit that being on Facebook has sucked out a lot of time, and also  makes me feel more in touch with more people.   That being said I rarely post anything too personal, although I did post on the 10 year anniversary.

Another reason for backing off is this:  another woman from my office applied for disability about the same time I did, and somehow got through the process and appeal much faster (if it even went to appeal).  Anyway, word around the office (haven't spoken to her) is that social security went onto her Facebook page and saw her pictures of her activities, which apparently included a fun stay in New Orleans, and used it as part of the reason for rejecting her claim.  Certainly everything I post on here would support my claims, but figured it was better to be quiet than not.  I immediately went back on my page and checked, but there are almost no recent pictures of my doing anything, and none out doing anything, mostly because I don't.  My sarcastic comment was that I welcomed them putting a private investigator (a friend of mine used to do this) to  see if the person is doing more than they say they can.  Alas, I can't so am not. 

It remains amazing to me how exhausted I am all the time.  And yet am told how 'great' I look.  At this point, now going back more than 10  years since before sick, I no longer remember what I looked like.  But the problem with exhaustion is that it isn't all that visible.

TF is, slowly, progressing.  Two days ago the doctor told me I'm allowed to wear sneakers at home, although still in the boot when leaving the house.  I'm avoiding anything other than short walks, so not even doing food shopping.  I went to Target the other day to get some 'undergarments'  and used the scooter, which is more comfortable than the boot and sneaker for long distances.  My back is really bothering me with the slight unevenness between boot and sneaker, despite foot pads and an ingenious gizmo called 'even-up', which attaches to the sneaker on the side without the boot.  I'm not going to PT twice a week, went today and having some increased pain, which they say is to be expected. 

In case you've lost count (which expect you have) it will be 19 weeks tomorrow.  Happened Sept 5, but just the way the weeks fell it won't technically be five weeks until about 22 weeks.  It's affected me financially as well, because I have to pay others to do things I would normally do, such as shopping and cleaning out the litter boxes anywhere but the kitchen. 

No one could blame me for feeling more depressed, but I don't know that I am.  Pissed off, tired of having more and more to deal  with, sick of not remembering what 'normal' is anymore, but not necessarily depressed.  Not overly happy, mind you, but not necessarily depressed. I find plenty to do, between reading, TV and computer.  Do miss socializing, but despite my reputation for being  a 'talker' I spend the majority of my time being quiet. 

KC had sudden fur loss in a patch on his cheek, and then over his  right eye.  Took him to the vet twice with no diagnosis and no improvement--despite cream which covered every possibility.  Finally I started  putting Chalice Well water on it, which in my world is holy water, and within two days the fur started regrowing!   It hasn't been quite as successful with Zerla, who keeps having problems with her left back foot; it responds to hydrocortisone cream over antibiotic, gets better, but then starts in again.  In the past couple months she has spent more time with the collar on her than out of it, or at least it seems that way.   Interestingly the leg that is bothering her is the same one if I was on all fours--coincidence?  Hummm........

Will, as usual, try to do this more often.  It is a good way of keeping track of things.

Thanks for checking,  Laurie