The title says it all.
Being a Summer child, winter always blows. The great thing about volleyball is that the tournaments start amping up in January and end in April. Usually by March though, I was ready to hit the sand. But it got me through. Then there was snowboarding, but I didn't do a lot of it since I moved back from college. Maybe once or twice a season. Now though . . . I still haven't adapted to this new life.
I still have that feeling that every day I work is a day wasted. After a while, they all blend together. I've been working since I was 13 and have never really liked to work. It's not that I'm lazy, it's just that my time is my own. Working for family inflates that belief. I was working, but it was still essentially for myself. The fact that I was transplanted in to "Office Space" certainly helps to exaggerate everything.
Not much to report on the symptoms front. I still haven't decided if I've relapsed or not. I woke up in the middle of the night with the itch that can't be scratched, but it could have just been that I was sleeping on my left arm. Who knows. Being twilight sleep, you can tell yourself anything and make it out to be true.
I was glad to see that the FDA approved a drug that helps walking. As usual, the side affects suck. But it comes down to a quality of life issue. Most days I can walk just fine so I doubt that there would be any reason for me to go on it yet. There's no price to it yet since that's really up to the insurance companies, but wholesale price is about $1,100 a month. Throw in any of the CRAB treatments and it's $40,000+ a year.
Isn't modern medicine just marvelous.