Fibro Funk

I'm cranky. Maybe I should say I'm CRANKY. So much so, that I've given DH a pretty good run for his money the past two weeks. For those of you who don't know, I often refer to him as "Tall, Dark and Grumpy" (and yes, to his face too; he knows he's a grouch and sometimes will even admit it *laugh*). I've been in a snit since shortly after my last post. No idea why, really, other than I am just sick and tired of being sick and tired (and had no desire to inflict my crabby, whiny, annoying self on the rest of you *grin*). Aren't you grateful? A frantic schedule and some wild weather patterns have been wreaking havoc on the Fibromyalgia (and boy does everything hurt x10 + Ugh). My latest and greatest autoimmune accomplishment has been to suddenly develop all of the symptoms of Sjogrens Syndrome but without having the actual disease. Aren't I just gifted? Too bad, that, as I am fairly certain had I scored one more disease I would be eligible for a free set of steak knives (please pardon the sarcasm - I seem to have it in abundance this week ;o) 

Sjogrens is what sidelined what's-her-name (tennis chick) at the height of her career. It causes your immune system to attack the moisture-producing glands in your body and dries up everything. And I mean everything. Remember my spotting scare not long ago? Apparently that's what caused that little issue. Just to add to the adventure (oops, more sarcasm), it also causes extreme dry mouth, dry eyes and dry skin. I've never had dry mouth before this - not to this degree anyway. Actually, I've had more trouble with drooling in my sleep than anything (and don'tcha just hate waking up to a puddle on your pillow?) Blech. How about waking up in the middle of the night with your tongue hurting like crazy because it's stuck fast to your teeth (had to literally pull it off and it left a blister - eeeew). Welcome to the superweird world of autoimmune. Did I mention my mouth was closed? Sheesh. So now we're taking a new drug to generate saliva (whoopie) and using Biotene's gel stuff before bed which has helped somewhat. And of course the eyes are all nice and gritty too, so we've added two different kinds of eye drops umtpeen times a day. Well. The blessing in that one is that I don't need a new pair of glasses. I was having trouble seeing, and assumed (ha-ha-ha she never learns) that it was because my vision had changed. I was really worried I'd have to buy a new pair of glasses (and with bifocals, that tends to be a real pain in the checkbook). So that's good news anyway.

You know what? I think I am in desperate need of some serious horse therapy. Maybe I'll borrow a phrase from "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?" and phone a friend. I could use a lifeline right about now (okay, probably more like a good swift kick in the pants but that's just a matter of semantics. Ha. ;o) I think I'm just going to drag you all (er, y'all) into horse therapy with me by virtue of a couple of my favorite photos from posts gone by that always make me smile. Ready? Here goes...
First up is Champ making good use of a homemade water pik:

 Shadow giving DD a bath after their nap (maternally speaking, this horse is a hen):

I don't know what Rina said, but Bella definitely looks appalled:

And let's not forget the great snoozefest of 2011 which always makes me smile:

Shadow's hilarious "rump rotation routine" (precedes rolling on his other side). He looks like an equine eggplant here, but don't tell him I said so ;o)

Okay, I feel ever so much better now. Do you? I'll be back again next week - like I'm supposed to do - in a much better frame of mind. 'Kay? Have a big horsey hug and a wonderful week!