Showing posts with label pots. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pots. Show all posts

Monday, March 12, 2007

Update

I went to the doctor again and he's sending me to a cardiologist at OSU. Hopefully I'll get some more answers and finally start getting better.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Worth


My blog is worth $1,693.62.
How much is your blog worth?



I'm not really sure how this is calculated, but I find the idea interesting. Since I am home from work for a while due to my Victorian Fainting Disease, I'm trying to figure out how to make sure I have some source of income. A friend mentioned that she makes a small amount of money from her blogs and that made me very curious.

Some progress...

logcabin218

El Cabin de Logs as of yesterday afternoon. I was very close to just cutting my losses and giving up on it. I was going to just make it a huge pillow and start another throw. Instead, I decided to fire up the DVR and watch a ton of stuff. Without realizing it, I added one complete strip and started another. I think that's what I needed, some mindless knitting. I haven't been knitting a lot the last 2 weeks. I'm dealing with an odd illness that leaves me with the attention span of a cracked-out fruit fly. Miles and miles of garter stitch is just what my fingers needed.


Friday, February 16, 2007

Me.

After going to a few doctors I found one that seems helpful. He says I have Postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome or POTS. Basically, I have the opposite of high blood pressure and it's making my life miserable. I'm almost constantly dizzy. My face will get all tingly like it would after crying for a really long time. I've fainted a few times and driving is impossible. I can hardly even ride in a car without feeling like I'm spinning. I'm constantly exhausted and can't even make it through a shower without sitting down. I'm on short term disability from work at the moment, but I'm worried. I don't know how long this is going to last and I'm just freaked out. I'm okay if I sit down for most of the day, but I can hardly make it down the stairs to get my mail.

I don't know what to do. I feel so alone here and I'm worried about everything. I'm trying to keep my head up and stay cheerful but it's just so hard right now.