To a new apartment, that is. We’re almost finished. Today is the last push, moving in our pets, the last of the kitchen supplies and our toiletries, and moving the router so that we’ll have a wireless signal. Sleeping on an air mattress (that deflates multiple times in a night) the last week has been rough on me, so I’ve sleeping ridiculous amount.

I’ve also been informed my my physical therapist that I’m not allowed to lift more than 5 lbs to waist height, 3 lbs to shoulder height, or 1 lb above ngmy shoulders. The severe impingement in both shoulders has just been undone, and I can now work with pulleys to build up muscle, but any lifting will damage the tendons and ligaments. I can’t even walk the dog or lift the Bug. If I had been following these restrictions the past month (if someone had informed me of them >.<) I probably would have been able to start resistance training much sooner.

The good news! My new kitchen is twice as large as my old one. The fridge is bigger, the oven is standard size instead of compact, I have more than double the cabinet and counter space, and thanks to the washer and dryer hookups and a very generous grandmother-in-law, we have a brand new washer and dryer.

While some people may be of the opinion that our larger, cheaper apartment isn't in the best neighborhood (emphasis on hood), our building isn't in the middle of a giant parking lot, like our soon-to-be-vacant apartment. Bug will be able to play outside without being in danger of being hit by an idiot speeding through a badly designed parking lot with too few spaces and not enough visitor parking. I can walk the dog and go for a run without going all the way to the park or navigating tons of through- traffic. And what little carpet there is in the apartment isn't stupid indoor/outdoor crap (have I mentioned how much I hate carpet?), and it's not even in our room. My brother can have his carpet. Blechh.

I'll try for more of an update in a few days when the new apartment is unpacked more.

      I’m still here, just sick again. I’m getting better and I’ll post a proper update soon.  Other updates might be sporadic, however, since we start packing and moving next week, and I start Humira in a week or two.

       Hopefully I’ll be sick less often once I wean off of prednisone, especially since it really sucks when I give walking pneumonia to Hubs and to my brother, and they both neglect it so long that it incubates to full-blown kick-your-teeth-in pneumonia. Even moreso when I get bronchitis before Hubs even finishes his antibiotics.

My ability to cook and to post has been stymied by many different things lately. Some are simple and can be overcome with creativity – small kitchen -giant wooden cutting board on top of stove for prep space.
Husband hogging the laptop- download WP app for iPhone that I use for everything anyway. Crazy Louisiana weather making RA flare so badly I don’t want to stand for more than 5 minutes ate stretch – Tuesday is my labwork and the PPD to confirm that I don’t have the dreaded consumptive lung (which I don’t, but they need it on paper and via my bullseye-free arm), and after that I get to start biologic injections, and hopefully wean off of prednisone.

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Literally. It blows. As a result, I’m stuck in a nasty rheumatoid flare-up. I haven’t really been able to cook, and my internet contact has been limited to checking facebook and blogs on my iPhone on the couch or in bed. And being a cat pillow. I have a kitten on my chest right now.

I love the food here, but I really hate Louisiana’s climate.

Edit – Oh, I almost forgot – My doctor just informed me this past Friday that the cough I’ve had for nearly a month and thought was just a nagging cold is actually walking pneumonia. I’m on meds and getting better, but I forgot how much mycin antibiotics knock me out. Whomever said when it rains it pours wasn’t lying.