The Mast Cell Block Tango

 Haven't posted much since I got back because there wasn't much to say. Bad days, good days for breathing. Good days, bad days for balance. One last Sahara Dust wave, and one volcano belch. Me wheezing and sneezing while doing minimal housework. Some of the few things I returned with: Yes I have been busy reading, and yes, there is no place like home. Got that tray at a lovely thrift shop. Today I went to church with my dearest friend here, just to do a running inventory on the tee shirts she and Jim sell. I hate that church. The time I attended there were 8 or 9 dogs and I reacted terribly to the dander. Today was the same except it was a mere two dogs and the owners kept them out of the actual church part, seeking to stand between the kitchen and were the tee shirt sales table is. Itching and witching, sneezing and wheezing. A nice man I'd just met early in the day over the coffee pot came up and started talking to me as I was putting up the tees, and another lady wandere...

  Scrambling right now trying to schedule the million and one things for Mom's house sale. I returned from the States with a Mast Cell related rash from the nape of my neck to my buttcrack. Why? Who knows. The laundry soap at the Airbnb? A wrong scented breeze wafted by? Who knows? But it has made for some painful movement covered in various unguents and ointments. I've been feeling low grade feverish and slightly sick for weeks, popped a new rash and thought I was getting that scourge I get when I am stressed and harried - the shingles. Not that lucky. Got up this morning after a restless night to torso pain, a rare pain I knew what it was. Gall bladder stones. Now I have diverticulitis pain in the same spot as always. Afraid to go to the doctor because I'm pretty sure they'd ambo me straight down to Hospital Metropolitano Lindora and having gall bladder surgery. The husband is back with his high school buddies and not here, so obviously I do not want this to happen un...

  I know it's been a couple of months but I keep thinking about that disastrous visit to the medical clinic in the USA. I will never for the life of me understand behaving in such a horrendous manner to a patient. I remember her snapping at me that she didn't even know what Combivent was, acting like it was some sort of mysterious garbage, like putting cut red onions in your socks, or practicing voodoo.  Here's the skinny. I was too flabbergasted by her nasty words to formulate a response - so here it is, just later. Hey lady, I'm sorry you're having a bad day and you picked a profession you're not even slightly emotionally mature enough to navigate like an adult instead of a child with delusions of godhood.  Combivent is Combivent. It's sold under that brand name in both the USA and Costa Rica. I've shown you the box from the German manufacturer with dosing and composition on it. You can easily see it's nebulizer vials. My critical care pulmo put me...

  Day two of being home. Crazy anxiety even if the breathing is better and I'm not sneezing and wheezing with each breath.  But at the same time I am having crazy copious amounts of anxiety still and it makes no sense at all. Just mastocytosis I guess. Slept almost none last night. Today I'm trembling and crying for no reason, feeling the sky is falling. I cannot force myself to do many tasks. House is mostly clean, I'm on top of the laundry, and kitchen very clean. Stinky is at my side every single moment. I have him in my arms pressing against my body like he's wet underwear. Guessing he feels my anxiety.  Clearly I got home in one piece, even as I was doubting it. The airline kept emailing me referencing bad weather. Kept Googling it and saw it was likely a day or so after I was scheduled to fly. Still told airline I was flexible. The night before I was scheduled to leave they scrubbed my original flight and put me on one leaving my favored airport two hours earlier ...

  Life is making just about as much sense as a chicken in a pot being borne along the sea by the waters. In the good old USA right now and likely to be here for some weeks. On vacation but soon heading down to Louisiana to go to closing on Mom's house. Ah, and as I was typing this I got word from the real estate agent about a home cleaning and estate sale service that can help out. Now no need for me to go at all! So I've bought my plane fare back, not first class sadly enough, but business will do this time. When I fly alone I buy the ticket that is the most reasonable combined with the lowest hassle. Being disabled some places do better with disabilities and some airports are best. Some day soon I'll break it down here. I've tried many options on the East Coast. Ever since I got here I've struggled mightily with my mast cell. I cannot breathe! Between the massive smoke influx, general late July/early August pollution I'm struggling to exist right now. I'm ...