DUH-OH!

  Good morning! *deep breath* I think I’m FINALLY getting a handle on the latest ride on the mood-swing set. (Yes, that IS a good thing!) I am having a bit of anxiety this morning, although it kinda stems from a series of “REALLY!?!” events a la my goof-ball self…*insert the wavy lines that denote a Scooby Doo flashback here*
  Yesterday I had my appointment with my Rheumy, Dr. Baby Face. It went surprisingly well! There may be a few new muscle glitches here and there, but we’re sticking with the Plaquenil, since it can take up to six months to reach its full therapeutic levels, (I am SO not a patient woman! *sigh*)

So what do ya think?
Does it "fit" me in its
jumbled border-line chaos?

  Right before the end of the visit I VERY nervously palmed him a business card for this here blog thingy. I explained that I frequently wrote about health (sort of) and he had been mentioned a time or two, so I thought it was only right and fair that he knew it existed. Also? Since he had SO much free time, it’d give him something to do when he was bored. (That was when I lost my ability to be an adult and almost doubled over in a fit of giggles.)

  Then I was forced to fess up to referring to him as “Baby Face.” The awesomely COOL part was he thought it was funny! WHEW! What a load off my mind! After all, I REALLY don’t wanna tick off the Rheumy of my dreams. Somehow, that just seems like bad juju.

  After the resident Vampire had drawn a light snack of three or four vials ( I don’t even bother counting anymore.) hubby and I were on our way back home, talking and laughing and just generally in a good mood.

  About 15 minutes into the ride was when it hit me just what I’d done…Holy monkey toes with bad pedicures! I’d just handed Baby Face the address…to THIS!!! I mean, think about it. Could this have been a worse week for him to “meet” the real me?

  He can read a love letter to my couch, all about my unhappiness with the design and function of my Mommy-pouch, and let’s not forget the wonderful “Pet my monkey,” and, “Who wants a whole bucket of chicken penises?” Not to mention it would appear I’m encouraging people to Whack-A-Troll in grocery stores across the world!

  A STELLAR week to pass out links to the wonder that is my mind! *falls over in a mixed fit of laughter and groans*

  In a rare moment of seriousness, I did manage to correct a VERY BAD error on my behalf. You see, I had never informed him that I’m bipolar and not exactly on meds. This was a personal choice I made that honestly, broke my own Doc Patient Terms of Partnership Agreement. I was not 100% honest with him.

  “Why!?!” you ask? One reason, pure and simple. Fear. (The very first Neurologist I saw informed me I probably had a pinched nerve in my shoulder and possibly compressed nerves in my feet from work and everything else was in my head. I didn’t need a Neuro, I needed a Shrink.)
  The truth is, so many meds used to treat chronic illnesses have “other” uses and can effect mental glitches in either positive or negative ways. I was responsible enough that every time I was prescribed a new med, I would research not only the standard uses, possible side effects, and possible interactions, but I’d also research the heck-y out of any possible problems with bipolar glitches.

  But that was only being “responsible” in my “irresponsible” behavior. So yesterday amidst a flurry of apologies, I came clean about that as well.

  Can I just say, he was cool as all get-out about it? He was even understanding! (YAY Doc!)

  So today I have a two part question for you guys…Part 1: Are you 100% honest with your Docs about things like mental glitches? (If you have one. I do understand not everyone is as glitchy as I am. Just sayin’ *grin*) Do you believe it’s a piece of the puzzle needed to fully treat your health condition or are you worried that symptoms will be attributed to your mental state and dismissed?



Yes, that's The Girl
attempting to pretend she's
NOT in the picture!



  Part 2:

If you write a blog (or even if you did write one), do you tell your Health Team about it, especially if you discuss them? Or do you keep it a closely guarded secret? What do you think the pros and cons of letting them in on it are? Do you fear repercussions? (Inquiring minds want to know these things!)

   OK, I lied…there’s a Part 3, which is really a Bonus question!: If you had one of these awesome blanket critters, wouldn’t you want the cutie-patootie monkey, or would you rather have the cow, doggie, kitten, or moose?