Many Different Things

Puppy -

Moxie learnt how to get down the stairs this morning, did it a total of four times today - then she fell down a bit (three steps before I caught her) and is terrified of going down again, yet still insists on going up there and getting herself trapped!

Also, my wrists are slowly dying from playing tug with her earlier. When I got her I agreed with Rambo that whenever she wanted to play tug he would take over from me, but as soon as I hand him the rope she loses all interest. It's odd, because she'll play every other game with him, just not tug.

Rheumy -

Going to see a rheumatologist on Thursday, been waiting for this for over a year now (due to various bureaucratic nonsense and my horrendously bad luck that seems to only come into play where bureaucracy is involved) and I can't believe how excited I am about seeing a doctor. It's quite worrying, really, and knowing my luck I'll get one who knows nothing about EDS. Oh well, fingers crossed still.

I wrote out a huuuuge list of all my symptoms that I could think of, along with medications and family history, so that I can't possibly forget anything whilst I'm there and have to wait months and months to be able to see him again, but am worrying that I've managed to leave things off the list anyway. Just a niggling feeling that I've forgotten something very important but can't for the life of me work out what it is.

Oddness -

I woke up this morning feeling completely disorientated. I guess that's kind of normal, if rare, and nothing to get excited about...except that it wasn't confined to just where I was. I was dreaming about some dogs, and then I woke up and thought to myself 'I have a dog, don't I? Was it any of the ones I was dreaming about?' and spent a good couple of minutes going through all of them before realising that no, it was Moxie, and I did not dream about her. I then thought about the guy that was in my dream and it took me, again, a good few minutes to work out that he wasn't my boyfriend, but I did have a boyfriend, and remember his name. I then wondered why I was in pain, and it took me another five minutes to remember who I was and what was wrong with me and why things hurt.

That's all kind of worrying, no?

Also, in the middle of the night I was scratching my ribs because my arm was itchy and I was convinced that was where my arm was as everything had gone numb (but still itchy...hard to explain) and I couldn't really feel where my arm was. Took me a while to realise why the itchiness wasn't going away.

I'm hoping this is just because I only had two hours sleep the night before (subluxed rib, ugh) and then took an Amitryptiline on top of that, which makes me sleep ridiculous amounts, and this is just my body's reaction to being so damn tired. Even so, it was kind of scary.