Once again, I'm having a pretty good day.  Joint pain is almost non-existent and no stomach issues at all to report.  Headache is still there and my ribs are incredibly tender, but thatcould be from the coughing jags I'm still having.  I'm still feeling... er, uh... like I'm not "feeling," if that makes sense.  My aunt called this morning and I found myself "faking laughs" at all her humorous comments.  She's a nut, ha, ha (fake chuckle there), and usually has me in stitches at the end of our conversations, but not today.

Ya know, I can't even say I'm in a bad mood cause that would indicate I'm having some emotion.  At the same time, no flares of hostility yet today and that's a difinite improvement.  When I was on Lexapro I went from being suicidal (on Cymbalta) to being homocidal.  Now my PCP promises me that all of this will level out after I've been on the meds a while and I hope she's right.  I think it is too soon to say whether the meds have actually helped with my symptoms or if getting over the bronchitis is what's making me feel better.  Only time will tell.  So long as I'm not a threat to myself of anyone else, I figure this is worth a shot and I can take whatever comes.

The muscle fatigue is still there, too, and is really limiting me in terms of all I could otherwise be doing today.  I'm also trying to keep things slow and steady so not to over-do.  Part of me wants to bundle up the boy (rather chilly here today) and take off to the mountains for a short hike to see all the trees in bloom, but another part is terrified to even attempt the drive for fear of another set-back.

I have another appointment with my PCP tomorrow and I'm hoping like hell we finally take action with the hypoglycemia.  I can't even begin to explain how frustrating it is to KNOW something is wrong, but have it ignored, basically, for all these years because doctors fail to see how it would explain my complaints.  Have you read the things that can cause non-diabetic fasting hypoglycemia?!?!  Scary stuff!  I feel like I'm walking around with this time-bomb inside me that may up and decide one day to make itself more noticable by shutting down a major organ or causing some permanent harm.  Not getting my hopes up too much, though.  The years have taught me that doctors don't believe in preventative care as much as they like to think they do.  It is a more of a "when it become life-threatening or keeps you out of work, then we'll talk about it" mentality.