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06 Tuesday Sep 2011

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epsom salts, inflammation, middle age, middle-aged, travel, water retention

Not sure exactly what Epsom salts are except that last night after soaking a very sore ankle (from my near-death, catastrophic accident and post-accident surgery last Winter), I felt so much better. As I was soaking I decided to do some Google searching on my iPhone about Epsom salts (is it a proper noun? I don’t know. I’ll have to Google that too) and learned that it does amazing things. For instance, my iPhone told me that it reduced inflammation.

Praise the Lord.

I’m going to try soaking in a bathtub of Epsom salts tonight to see if that can help get rid of the inflammation that has plagued my entire body for the last couple of years. Really, it’s not middle-aged weight gain. I swear. My body has been retaining water for two years now and I feel like I’m about to pop. Hoping there’s a doctor out there that’s going to solve this problem for me. But in the meantime, I’m going to give the Epsom salts a try.

Baby aspirin. Epsom salts. Next thing you know, I’ll be asking the husb to rub Ben Gay all over my back. I’ve become my grandma.

I think I’ll also take my latest issue of Conde Nast Traveler and read that while I’m soaking in the salts tonight. I’ll reduce inflammation and dream of traveling with the geriatric crowd on a Celebrity cruise ship.

“Start taking 1 baby aspirin each day,” the doctor told me.

28 Sunday Aug 2011

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baby aspirin, forty, inflammation, lupus

When I was in high school for some reason I didn’t want to live past 40. I know. That sounds awfully morbid, but it’s true. I don’t know if I had overheard my mother talking to someone about her aches and pains or if I overheard one of her friends doing the complaining, but I figured that life after 40 must all be downhill from there and I didn’t want to have anything to do with it.

Strangely, my life actually started to get interesting at 40. It was that year when I met my husband and after all those years of being single and pretty much thinking the marriage ship had passed me by (and I had come to terms with that), I found a wonderful man and we had a fun-filled, adventurous courtship for two years, after which we finally decided to get married.

But along came the aches and pains. And some of them were just plain mysterious.

While I was having the time of my life, traveling the world, rendezvousing with my then boyfriend (and later husband) during our long-distance courtship, I began to experience the slow metabolism.

The inflammation in my body.

The swelled hands.

The aches and pains.

Test after test and consultation after consultation with physicians, I was finally diagnosed with Lupus.

Crap. Not the disease I wanted to hear about. Just one year prior to my diagnosis, my best friend, Jessica Mears, died from complications of Lupus.

So, for about four years, I’d been treated for Lupus, only to find out recently from a second opinion that I don’t have Lupus. (Really? Are you kidding me?)

I’ve since fired the original rheumatologist who diagnosed me with Lupus and have begun seeing a new rheumatologist who seems very determined to find out the answers. We don’t have the answers yet, but he did tell me to start taking 1 baby aspirin each day.

Baby aspirin. Isn’t that what old people take?

Now I really feel old and can’t help but think about that time in high school when I was certain things were just going to get really, really bad after age 40. (sigh)