Anyone Watch House Last Night? ***Post Contains SPOILERS***

Hooray for recognition! I really hope he diagnoses more people with the different types of EDS, or shows the insane number of other things EDS can cause... Last night's episode was a bit off the wall as far as I'm concerned. Three different diagnoses: EDS, which caused 3 miscarriages over 9 years, which lead to compulsive hoarding, which lead to raccoon feces, which lead to Q fever. Sure, there is a certain logic there, but I'd like something perhaps a little more likely... It could still be quite convoluted from the lay person's perspective, but it would make me feel better not to be grouped with the "depression makes you irrational" group. There was also no talk of which type of EDS she had, which I'm also not too happy about.

Watching the show last night, they say "she has Ehlers-Danlos" and my hubby and roommate both give me a shocked look. I was strung out on too many pain killers, so I'm going to have to watch it again to see if I can pick up on any clues.

For the past week, I've been having increasing problems with both of my hips and my left shoulder (hooray for sex-related injuries!). My hubby told me I'm ready for a wheelchair. I told him even if I'm physically ready for a wheelchair, I'm not emotionally ready for a wheelchair. Which brings up some awkward news. I've finally been able to admit to myself that I need to let people help me. I can no longer carry the coffee urn full of water the 10 feet from the sink to office. I need help. I also finally said yes yesterday to the cashier when she asked "would you like a carry-out?"

Also, something weird with my left shoulder: after days of heat packs and ice packs and pain killers, I finally got some relief last night. I was laying in bed when I decided it was time to try stretching the huge knotted muscle under my shoulder blade. The only way I can do that without a masseuse is to severely dislocate my shoulder (in a nice, gentle, controlled way of course). So that's what I did. I dislocated it, pulled with all my strength to stretch the muscle, put it back in, let it rest, then repeated the process 3 or 4 more times. It feels a bit bruised today, but "a bit bruised" is a far cry from "somebody hand me a chainsaw so I can cut off my arm." If I could only do the same thing to my hips, I'd be happy.