I don't exactly know what axle boots are, but I do know the old Caravan will be getting 2 new ones tomorrow. Hope it doesn't cost too much, although I got PLENTY from the original warranty when the engine was replaced 2 days before that warranty ran out.
The road salt that lets us keep going on snowy winter days does a real number on a vehicle's metal parts. To make matters worse, the dirt roads are wet down with salt water to keep the dust down. It helps, but there is still a lot of dust--all of it carrying more salt into the car's nooks and crannies.
We got 30 of those great little "Sugar Baby" watermelons out of the garden today trying to save them from tonight's frost. Last year there was only 1! The cantaloupes need 2 more weeks of growing time. We covered them with blankets, but I don't think they'll survive. Some years the first frost is Sept. 1, so we're really lucky this year.
Hope you are all lucky too and have a great Friday and a wonderful, pain-free weekend. And that nothing breaks down for anybody!
Leave it to a few damp, rainy days to bring on the fibro-flares! Hope you've seen the rest of that and have some nice, sunny days to dry out, warm up, and get your optimism back.
How about instead of confessing to sins, you just dream up some nice, juicy, outrageous, fun ones. If I ever knuckle down and write a book, it will be about the ways I almost killed my first husband (in my dreams!). The title would be: "Killing (first name) (last name)." And that was 50 years ago!. My actions were true to my sweet, wonderful, nice self. The fantasies were different. Try it next time the fibro pain is bad. What a distraction.
I had a 3 month old machine that drained less and less with each wash. Finally, it decided to keep filling. This does not work for any washer--especially a front loader. Luckily the repairman found a washer that had never been put on the washer. Temporary plastic guards had worked for a while, then given up the ghost. If I had called earlier-- before the flood--the repairman would not have known what to do. The overfilling was his clue! Mine was all covered on the warranty. Hope yours is too.
Cory, from the poll so far it looks like panic attacks are hard to miss. I know mine weren't. I thought it was a heart attack. So did my doctor. One night in the intensive care unit proved otherwise. Hopefully they are all in the past for all of us.
We expect a frost tomorrow night, so I'll be in the garden trying to rescue whatever I can tomorrow. Wish me luck. It's been years (almost 20) since I could do anything in the garden without a major flare.
Hope all of you stay frost free, safe, and in good control of your fibro.
Good luck dealing with the doc on Monday. Having your support group with you is a great idea. These are witnesses to your life and the effects your pain has on it. It will not just be you seeking some type of relief; it will be you and your friend and hubby.
I have found that for continuous relief round the clock there is nothing like fentanyl (Duragesic) patches. The generic ones only last 48 hours for most people. A good pain doctor will know that and prescribe 15 to last your month--not 10. I can only tell you that within 20 minutes of applying my first patch--long before the theraputic window should have been reached--I had this overwhelming knowledge that everything would be all right. And it was. Level 7 or 8 pain simmered down to level 3, and I could live my life--gently, of course--again.
My hope is for you to find this kind of relief.
P.S. I've also had nerve blocks, 2 hip replacements and a revision, and most recently radio frequency ablation in my quest for a better life. The RFA has made a major change in back pain and was aided by July's second hip surgery. Keep looking. Keep fighting. Find your own way. Just be aware that you may have to go to plan C or D or even X down the line.View Thread
Dear, dear Mimi, thank you for the continuing story of your GS and his progress. There's hope yet for us; the DS's latest GF is only 25 and probably plans on a family someday. Now that he's finally discovered dating, there's been quite a string of ladies at our Sunday table. I'll say this for him, he dates one at a time.
DH was haying over the weekend and Monday. He's trying to get every last blade of grass he can before our first frost. Here in W NY that can come as early as Sept. 1, but so far we've lucked out. Last year he had to buy some hay to get the cows through until Spring. That hurt. Added to the cost of all the mechanical breakdowns, farming is not a paying proposition.
For several months my Caravan has been squealing after I use the brakes. Nobody could find the cause. Yesterday I took it to the dealer and found that the axle boots were damaged. Hope this can be fixed before Monday when I pick up our younger son in Rochester (200 miles round trip) for his semi-monthly visit. He's getting anxious to get out of his group home and back into a supported apartment again, and has figured out that he can take 10 days from the end of one month and 10 from the beginning of the next month and still spend 21 days a month at his group home.
This is just one more reminder that there are still consequences of my going on SSDI back in 2000. Boy, do I miss being able to replace my vehicle when it goes off warranty. I can deal with an expected monthly car payment much better than unexpected repair costs and worry that I could be stranded on the road.
If you are working, please try to stay working as long as possible. Every year you tough it out makes your ultimate income from SS and any pension a little bit bigger.
If this is impossible for you, understand that the decision--no matter how necessary--will effect you and your family for the rest of your life. No one can predict how much it will really take to live in your home 20 years down the road.
I am so thankful that I did manage to tough it out long enough to be vested in the Teacher's Retirement System. This benefit is almost equal to my Social Security and makes a big difference. However, the combined amounts are still only about half of what my salary was and much less than they would have been if I had been able to stay working to 67.
Flares are the worst! By now, you should know enough to pare down your activities during a flare. Believe me, your family won't care that you did not vacuum the living room. They'd probably love to have a frozen pizza and bagged salad for dinner. (I tend to get dinner on the table and then go to bed, but my husband and grown sons don't need me to get them bathed and pajammaed.)
When this flare passes, it is time to prepare for the next one. Fix extra portions and freeze them when you do the Sunday roast. Dust off your crock pot and buy some of those liner bags. Don't laugh, but I line a crock and throw my second meal into the bag. My crock fits in the freezer. The next day, I twist tie the bag, remove the crock, and put the bag into a Zip-Lock. If the veggies are better separate, put a piece of foil over the meat and potatoes, then add the veggies. Always have something in the freezer that can go in the crock to make a complete meal. It's cheaper and better than the frozen pizza.
I often know when a flare is going to come on. I have found that the judicious use of Flexeril (benazepril) BEFORE the flare starts can sometimes prevent it from coming on. I carry Zicam in my purse and use it in the first hour of cold symptoms since a cold usually starts a flare for me.
Do what you can to weather this flare. If you don't own a heating pad, try putting uncooked rice into a zip-lock and warming it in the microwave a few seconds. (My hand therapist had me put the rice in a bowl to squish my aching hands in. Boy, does that feel good. If cold helps your aches, remember the bag of frozen peas in the freezer. Hot or cold, wrap the pack in a towel so you don't hurt your skin.
Please get as much rest as your schedule will allow. And when it's all over, remember to thank the Lord for your deliverance.
I think that this is a half and half question. Most of us have some kind(s) of regional pain that STARTED the neurological changes that are called fibromyalgia. For me, it was low back pain. And the opiates DO help with these types of pain. At the same time, they do not help with the sleeplessness, the brain fog, the general, bodywide aches of fibro.
For me, I am much more able to deal with fibromyalgia when my constant, unrelenting back pain is controlled.
And who wouldn't sleep just a little more soundly if her major pain was eased to a manageable level?
If you can, give your Lyrica a longer trial. Try to finish out your month's supply. Many of the symptoms you are experiencing may subside, and the Lyrica may be able to help with the many parts of fibromyalgia that aren't exactly "pain" but are "a pain."
As I've gotten older and heavier, I've cared a lot less about how well "the girls" are supported and a heck of a lot more about not having straps digging into my shoulders and making them ache. Whenever I can get away with it, I wear camisoles instead of bras. (Whenever it won't look obscene.) When I absolutely have to wear a bra, I use the Hanes ones of cotton jersey. The elastic is completely covered by cotton. They are like sports bras, but they have the two separate straps in the back, too. (The T-back are uncomfortable to me.) They cost less than $10 at K-Mart.
I can't believe the clothes I wore in my teens and 20's! I had a shape, and I flaunted it. Push up bras. 4 inch heels. Not for work or anything, but for a Saturday night out. Two pregnancies and 50 years later, those clothes sound like torture.
Those new all stretch bras and panties are a little more comfortable than the usual ones. I have found that the bottom band on the bras and the waists on the panties do roll up. But I have a bulging midriff. I'm a true apple shape.
Let us know if you find something that works for you.
P.S. There is an older thread on this subject way back there somewhere. Surprise! We all like different things--as usual.View Thread
Hi. I have been to two different pain clinics over the 40 years I've lived with fibromyalgia.
Clinic #1 was 100 miles away. On my first visit, the doctor recommended I try essence of royal bees and melatonin. Being the desperate person I was, I did both and came back for more. I spent 2 years travelling every other Friday to this woman who gave me trigger point injections from a 60 ml. srynge with a wide-bore needle. Then Clinic #2 opened.
Clinic #2 is about 10 miles from home. On the first visit, I had a one hour visit with the doctor. He asked me about my mood, my pain, my sleep. He prescribed flexeril and asked me to come back in 3 weeks. In the 10 years since that visit, there have been times like the one you are now going through, Grumpy. I always had extra painkillers available to use as needed. I've had plenty of trigger point injections. I've had nerve blocks. I've had a spinal stimulator inserted and subsequently removed. (I blame the surgeon for bad placement.) I have had Radio Frequency Ablation in the past year, and am now stepping down on my medication.
I hope and pray that you find a pain clinic like #2. Please do not be surprised if a new doctor who does not know you well does not prescribe painkillers right away. Doctors take a big risk when they do prescribe opiates. They must know that you will use them responsibly.
But that wait can be worth it. And, think about it, do you want some quack pillpusher (think about Michael Jackson), or do you want a reliable, capable doctor who has lots of ways to help you find a less painful life?
No one will ever forget that day. Here in W NY we could have felt safe and unaffected, but we didn't. Those horrible acts were meant to bring fear into our hearts. What they really did was remind us all that we are all Americans. It doesn't matter whether our families have been here from before the Revolutionary War or if we have just recently immigrated. We are a nation of many different colors, many different religions, and many different cultures. But, when push comes to shove, we are all Americans.
Pearl Harbor brought millions of Americans to the military induction centers on Monday, December 9, 1941. (My father was one of them, although he wasn't a citizen yet and spoke with a strong German accent.) That horrible attack brought our country together in ways no one could have imagined. In or out of uniform, all Americans contributed to the war effort.
Those of us who are old enough will never forget the day that President Kennedy was shot. Republican or Democrat, it made no difference. Our nation was in mourning. No one who lived through that terrible time will forget the image of Mrs. Kennedy standing there with little John-John on her left and Caroline on her right, veiled in the grief we all shared.
Horrible things do happen. They effect us all. They live in our memories. But Americans are tough. We are strong. We are capable of forgetting the many things that divide us in our day-to-day lives and pulling together. Then we become The American People. And The American People are one indivisible force for good in a world that can sometimes be horribly evil.