GreedyGirl
Pickled Onion
Hey peeps--
By now you've probably been thinking 'is Greedygirl even alive anymore'? I wouldn't blame you and I feel terribly about my sudden, extended absence. Yes, we all know I can be flaky, but the past few weeks have exceeded my general flakiness.
Just to fill you in, it all started with some serious mouth pain. The sort of pain that won't allow you to sleep and distracts you from focusing on anything. Saw the dentist and I have a bit of diseased bone going on. I'm gonna need some bone grafts done, but finding time between now and the wedding is gonna be tough (you'll understand more as you read on).
There's some stuff that Bryan came to me with relating to work, the industry and it's possible effects on GoneGambling. This is nothing I can discuss yet (I will at a later time) and don't worry--things are fine with GoneGambling. It just took my head out of things for several days (along with Deedeemoe's, but she held it together quite well, as she always does!).
While dealing with this, Joe began getting quite fatigued. I've not discussed this previously, but Joe has been dealing with Multiple Sclerosis for the past ten years. It's managed well by an infusion treatment called Tysabri and it's been amazing stuff for him. His symptoms and progression of the MS have been halted almost completely by this treatment and if you were to meet Joe, you'd likely not know he had this nasty disease.
Back to the fatigue stuff...
Each day, Joe was becoming more and more fatigued, sleeping as much as 16 - 18 hours a day, with no appetite. This slowly inched into a very serious, unending headache. He stopped drinking liquids and for me, panic set in. Week before last, enough was enough--I took him into the hospital and he underwent a ton of tests along with bag after bag of fluid being pumped into his system. The doctors were somewhat baffled, as this did not seem to be any sort of an encephalitis nor did it seem related to the MS and it definitely wasn't some sort of depression.
The morning I was to pick Joe up from the hospital, I was in our master bathroom. I looked down and saw a mushroom growing between the wall and the baseboard. WTF?!?!? Immediately, I rang the owner of my home and after she freaked out for a moment, she contacted her insurance company and got the ball rolling to get the house properly checked for mold.
After speaking with her, I went and retrieved Joe from the hospital. In speaking with doctors, it became fairly clear that if indeed we have a serious mold situation, this is likely what triggered Joe's sudden downhill turn.
This past week, we have been dealing with mold experts, contractors, insurance investigators and other folks. Essentially, we have a nightmare on our hands: The house is essentially a giant petrie dish filled with every type of mold imaginable and is completely untenable. We need to be out of this house as soon as possible, plain and simple. Mold for anyone is not good, but for someone with an auto-immune disease (which MS is), it can be incredibly serious.
All of this is coming at the worst time possible...the pain in my mouth, preparing for a wedding that's taking place in barely two months, and this work stuff. Making matters worse, there's little rental inventory in El Paso at the moment with homes that would be suitable for Joe, myself and three dogs. We're tough, though and we're gonna get through this.
Basically, the past few weeks have been difficult and I expect the next few weeks to not be much better. I'm really treading water here and I hope all of you can accept my heartfelt apology for my lack of attentiveness around the site. I'm going to do my best to be more involved, but I don't want to make any promises I can't live up to right now.
I hope you all understand and I appreciate how patient everyone's been.
By now you've probably been thinking 'is Greedygirl even alive anymore'? I wouldn't blame you and I feel terribly about my sudden, extended absence. Yes, we all know I can be flaky, but the past few weeks have exceeded my general flakiness.
Just to fill you in, it all started with some serious mouth pain. The sort of pain that won't allow you to sleep and distracts you from focusing on anything. Saw the dentist and I have a bit of diseased bone going on. I'm gonna need some bone grafts done, but finding time between now and the wedding is gonna be tough (you'll understand more as you read on).
There's some stuff that Bryan came to me with relating to work, the industry and it's possible effects on GoneGambling. This is nothing I can discuss yet (I will at a later time) and don't worry--things are fine with GoneGambling. It just took my head out of things for several days (along with Deedeemoe's, but she held it together quite well, as she always does!).
While dealing with this, Joe began getting quite fatigued. I've not discussed this previously, but Joe has been dealing with Multiple Sclerosis for the past ten years. It's managed well by an infusion treatment called Tysabri and it's been amazing stuff for him. His symptoms and progression of the MS have been halted almost completely by this treatment and if you were to meet Joe, you'd likely not know he had this nasty disease.
Back to the fatigue stuff...
Each day, Joe was becoming more and more fatigued, sleeping as much as 16 - 18 hours a day, with no appetite. This slowly inched into a very serious, unending headache. He stopped drinking liquids and for me, panic set in. Week before last, enough was enough--I took him into the hospital and he underwent a ton of tests along with bag after bag of fluid being pumped into his system. The doctors were somewhat baffled, as this did not seem to be any sort of an encephalitis nor did it seem related to the MS and it definitely wasn't some sort of depression.
The morning I was to pick Joe up from the hospital, I was in our master bathroom. I looked down and saw a mushroom growing between the wall and the baseboard. WTF?!?!? Immediately, I rang the owner of my home and after she freaked out for a moment, she contacted her insurance company and got the ball rolling to get the house properly checked for mold.
After speaking with her, I went and retrieved Joe from the hospital. In speaking with doctors, it became fairly clear that if indeed we have a serious mold situation, this is likely what triggered Joe's sudden downhill turn.
This past week, we have been dealing with mold experts, contractors, insurance investigators and other folks. Essentially, we have a nightmare on our hands: The house is essentially a giant petrie dish filled with every type of mold imaginable and is completely untenable. We need to be out of this house as soon as possible, plain and simple. Mold for anyone is not good, but for someone with an auto-immune disease (which MS is), it can be incredibly serious.
All of this is coming at the worst time possible...the pain in my mouth, preparing for a wedding that's taking place in barely two months, and this work stuff. Making matters worse, there's little rental inventory in El Paso at the moment with homes that would be suitable for Joe, myself and three dogs. We're tough, though and we're gonna get through this.
Basically, the past few weeks have been difficult and I expect the next few weeks to not be much better. I'm really treading water here and I hope all of you can accept my heartfelt apology for my lack of attentiveness around the site. I'm going to do my best to be more involved, but I don't want to make any promises I can't live up to right now.
I hope you all understand and I appreciate how patient everyone's been.
