I’m pretty down lately. I’m in a flare. Could be the sun, could be perimenopause, could be too much chocolate. Or stress. Plus, I am tired of appointments. I spend a great deal of my free time at appointments. I’ve been going to acupuncture twice a week. I also go to massage once every two weeks for frozen shoulder and stuck joints, PT for shoulder, the psych. nurse every 6 weeks, DO for cortisone shots in shoulders every 3 months, my rheumy every 3 months, naturopath and gyn as needed. And recently I heard the news that I will be going to poop school! I kid you not.
It started with a yeast infection.A little known fact about Sjogren’s: you are prone to yeast infections because, well, you need fluids to keep your body happy and since my body attacks fluid making glands, it can throw things off. Poop, tears, urine, vaginal fluid, joints, ears, brain. Turns out the body needs juice. So I was at the gyn and we were talking about Sjogren’s and vaginal fluid and that and I happened to mention that my constipation was also a real issue. (You need lube in the intestines to poop well). She thought I should go see a specialist. Hey another specialist! The new doc did some “ass”essments and discovered that my muscles were not contracting correctly (this can happen in Sjogren’s) and wrote me a scrip for butt PT. I am going to poop school.
Sjogren’s does not leave a lot of room for humility.
Anyway. I woke up this morning with a yeast infection, sore shoulders from a recent injection, and achy joints, and I just had to say, “Fuck it!” I mean seriously. It seemed so ridiculous for me to shuffle around in an itchy, grumpy, achy stupor, and try to teach. So I ordered a sub, rolled over and slept until noon.
Faking it. 