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 The doctor rattled off that he was prescribing two things for fibromyalgia over a year ago today. (I will have been Lara legally for 2 years in 28 more days.) It seems I’ve marked the anniversary by recovering from yesterday’s flare-up.  The  phone also rang twice for me this morning. One was the rheumatologist’s office calling to tell me my Vitamin D levels were normal, and the second was the Hamilton Center calling to ask me to come in for an interview with their job placement program. (I have misgivings about these programs, and Indiana’s “work first” model doesn’t work well for people with disabilities, but regardless of my misgivings there are things I need besides food.)  As I sit here, trying not to fall asleep as I type this, I’m wondering if the phone will ring again today.

The dental appointment went well, although it left some questions about things Anthem has told me about the coverage.  No new wisdom teeth.  I went to pick up prescriptions from Sam’s Club  later and I must have remained standing for too long.  I went into a flare, and managed to moan and groan in the rheumatologist’s office, and nearly screamed when the phlebotomist tried to draw blood for the Vitamin D levels test.  I’ve never had a blood draw hurt this month. Otherwise, I’ll be going back to physical therapy and I’m supposed to be referred to a podiatrist to see if I need ankle braces, while suggesting I continue to go for daily walks to strengthen them.  The podiatrist she mentioned – the same one who did the surgery on my bone spurs – is one I was hoping to never see again. It’s not that he was a bad guy. It’s just that he gave me the impression he should be getting ready for retirement.

Fortunately, yesterday is in the past and whatever fallout that has yet to occur is in the future. Today, despite the itchiness that always occurs after a flare for me, I’m calm and relaxed. There may even be pizza or fried chicken for dinner tonight.  There are two live action games this weekend, and I’ll have gotten paid from freelancing two weeks in a row now. Not to mention there’s a possibility of a steady paycheck in the future.

Sure, things are not great right now, but they seem to be picking up after months of just generally being crappy.  

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Okay, I've managed to go out to the local mall for a bit. I've even gotten editing done. Assuming I've set the privacy settings correctly, I should have even gotten a backup of the second draft posted onto my Dreamwidth account. (It is not a huge deal if I did not.) As usual, I had planned to make dinner tonight for the housemate and I.

This plan lasted until I stood up to take the planned items out of the refrigerator and the freezer. I got up and immediately saw why any plan that involved standing for a long period of time wouldn't work. I turned to the housemate and said, "I think you're making dinner tonight" as I grabbed the back of the couch to steady myself.
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I went past the kitchen table as I woke up this morning. This, in itself, is not unusual. The bathroom is on the far end of the kitchen. I do not understand why the house is set up this way, but it does not matter. Sitting on the table were three potatoes, some flour, a jar of molasses, and a Graham cracker pie crust.

I remember what I planned to do with all of these. The potatoes were to be turned into french fries and potato bread. The other ingredients are to eventually be made into Shoofly pie. However, I went to bed last night without touching any of them. I will probably not get to them today either, as I have to go to work and hand out pizzas all day.

I should get to it some day, but my enthusiasm for food preparation could be higher. I wonder if I could get the housemate to make the pie if I gave her my grandmother's recipe.


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