I’ve been on anti-malarial, Plaquenil for close to six months now. It’s definitely helped me. I no longer have sores on my face (or lips). I still have swollen joints and quite a bit of numbness, but the severity is greatly reduced.
Most notably, the last time I was really knocked on my ass was in February. I’m talking about not being able to move. The improvement is undeniable.
I was also having alarming, freaky periods where I was narcoleptic. I can’t tell you how bizarre this is. Thankfully, it has abated.
This morning I walked a mile…it’s the first time in close to five years I’ve felt able to do that. I used to work out on a crosstrainer on level 20 for an hour. A year ago, I couldn’t walk to the end of the block. So these are great signs. I had not trouble walking. I was comfortable.
On the downside, I am still insanely cold. More succinctly, I can’t feel the heat. I can’t feel scalding water on my skin to speak of, but I just can’t feel the heat, period.
To illustrate, last night the temperature in the house was 77. I checked because the dogs were panting. I was not at all hot…in fact, I felt it necessary to put on thermal socks and gloves to sleep. I don’t know what to tell you. I can’t feel the heat.
I am trying to figure this out at this time. For example, I have to cool the house for the sake of the dogs. I have to do something, but I am not sure what…
I don’t want to go to a doctor with undefined symptoms. I figure if I can continue to walk a mile a day, building up to more, and I am no longer falling asleep, waking up at night with horrible pain from swelling and/or numbness – that will mean I am left with one problem – I’m COLD. So I am going to sit with this awhile.
But I’ll tell you something, I have to actually think about it. Because I can see the water steaming and I just can’t feel it…which means I can burn.
This has been going on for at least ten years. I remember my friend, Stevie, freaking out when I could reach into a frying pan and turn something with my fingers. I can pull a pizza from a oven set at 450 degrees with bare hands, balance it on my fingertips and set it on a cutting board.
I’m sorry, but I just can’t feel much…nothing bothersome, that’s for sure.
As for transits, I give this to Pluto transiting my 12th, broadly speaking. I am deeply, invisibly jacked.
Luckily, my mind is sharp. Hoo-boy!
I wonder about this too. How my brain can apparently misfire…while it simultaneously functions at a level I feel is near peak, in my lifetime.
This had definitely put me in a mystical kind of place. And it’s shown me how little we know about…anything.