Officially two weeks in. Emotionally today was super hard. Let the water works flow. My younger brother went back to K.C. today. It was sad to see him go, but I'm very glad that he is where he's at. It's just plain hard to leave people I love after all I've been through. I had lots of stuff piling up on my to do list, deadlines on paperwork that needed to be in, and decisions that are needing to be made. So that was all weighing on me. Yesterday I was going to hang out with a very good friend of mine, but it didn't work out. I was pretty bummed. I called her to reschedule and even though she is a very bright and happy person, I could hear the disappointment in her voice. I felt terrible. Hopefully though we will be able to connect next week to catch up. Been way too long since I've seen you girl!
On with my life's story as interesting as it is. So, I know that I've mentioned moving has been a big part of my life, so much so that I don't remember which birthday I had where. Anyways, I'm gonna shorten this all up. I know I said I was going to put my story on here, but I'm going to get to the important parts and fast forward a bit. When I was thirteen, I went to detassel corn (for any of you Midwesterners you know what I'm talking about) in NE with some cousins of mine. I was fine till a week in. I started getting really sick, and got corn rash ect. My aunts encouraged me to stay and continue, but I just couldn't anymore. I called my parents early one morning and asked them to come and get me. They drove 12 hrs through the day, and picked me up. Then drove another 12 hrs back home through the night, and a storm. Just in time for my Dad to be home for work. When I got home I was bed ridden. My joints ached everywhere from my ankles, knees, hips, wrists ect... I couldn't even walk the pain was so extreme. I was swollen in all of those joints. Of course at this point we started seeking medical attention. Let the poking begin. Labs, labs and more labs were drawn. No one seemed to be able to figure it out. After about a month or so the pain started to subside. Shortly after that though for the first time I started to get very bad migraines. Let the testing begin. Dr's recommended that I see an optometrist. He said "that everything looked good, you have nothing to be concerned about." I continued to have migraines, so we saw the Dr. again. This time they suggested that I get my first ever MRI. At age thirteen an MRI is kind of a scary thing, not knowing what they might find.......even more so. They said "that everything looked healthy and normal." Again nothing to be concerned about there. Eventually my migraines ceased.
Then, In the spring of 2007 my right pointer finger began hurting. I went to the Doctor who thought maybe I just sprained it. She had me tape my two fingers together to see if that would help. Nothing seemed to help it. I went back to the Doctor after a month or so and she said "that I needed to see a specialist. I tried to get a job but I just couldn't keep it because I couldn't use my right finger. Ha that sounds kind of weird I know, but I couldn't write, type or have full function of that hand. So, with that said I went and saw a specialist a.k.a. a rheumatologist. Again with the poking!!!! Let's just say that I have discovered which arm I like them to use, and which vein. I guess I'm just trying to help the phlebotomist out.
I will tell you more about what the rheumy said later. I have to look up my medical records for exact details.
Peace and Love! ~ Mallory
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