In the past, I've shared What's In My Makeup Bag, What's In My Jewelry Box, and What's In My Purse. Today, I thought I'd share something more personal than any of those: my memory box.
In my church, family history is considered pretty important. Family ties are a key part of our religion, so of course the names and stories of our ancestors matter to us. When I was younger, I had no idea where to begin with this, but in the past couple of years, thanks to FamilySearch, I've gotten into doing family history. Here are a few things that I've learned:
1) FamilySearch is a mess. This is probably true of any family history site that can be edited by the public. For a while, I was trying to clean up my family lines, to see how far back they could be traced. In doing so I discovered that there are about 100000 duplicate entries for anyone with a title (Lord, Duke, King, etc.). And no matter how much work you do to merge them together, new entries will constantly appear. Everyone wants to be related to royalty, and apparently a lot of them don't know how to find the existing entry. This also means that a lot of false claims of heritage come up. As such, I gave up on that project. Now I just focus on adding sources and untangling the more recent family lines.
2) There are a lot of fictional people once you get far enough back. I don't know if FamilySearch members don't realize that these people are likely fictional, or if they're going off of the theory that even these fictional people have a grain of truth to their existence. I'm comfortable working off of that last one personally--after all, once you get far enough back, stories are really all the record you have. But it was interesting to see how, in my lines at least, Christian figures and ancient Anglo-Saxon gods collide to create a strangely cobbled-together pedigree.
It's time for another life update as told through this list of "-ing" verbs! Here we go.
Eating: nothing, since it's after dinner, but I'm craving more Nilla wafers
Drinking: water (what did you expect?)
Wearing: a black dress, cuz it's easy to put on
Smelling: the fact that I need to do the kitty litter, which will probably not happen for another week
Reading: Carrie by Stephen King
Writing: this blog post!
Editing: CUCUY, where I can in between class projects (ergh)
Making: hardboiled eggs every week so I can eat more protein
Listening: to lots of different songs as I try to figure out what my jam is right now
Watching: Lost in Space with my brother a couple episodes at a time
Bookmarking: Global Voices, most recently
Playing: Dungeons & Dragons and "the creepy house game" at church young adult game nights
In December, I posted a five month update about all the progress I'd made with my chronic illnesses since going to Mayo Clinic at the end of July/beginning of August 2017. It's now been a full year since Mayo Clinic, and it seems appropriate to post another chronic illness update. So here's what's changed since then.
Since December, I've continued to make progress in many ways. The most significant is with my interstitial cystitis. Since I developed it in 2016, I've been at a constant pelvic pain level of at least a 6 (on the Kira Pain Scale, which I know for a fact is skewed upward from a regular person's pain scale). But in April, I started taking gabapentin. At first it didn't do anything, but once I hit the right dose, my IC pain level dropped dramatically. It's now down to about a 3 or 4, the same general level as the rest of my body. While the gabapentin didn't have any effect on my fibromyalgia pain, despite being approved for that, its effect on my IC was something like a miracle. Gabapentin, basically, is to my IC what antidepressants were to my fibromyalgia.
Since then, I've been able to reduce my bladder instillations from once every other week to once a month. I've been able to start wearing skirts again, instead of just dresses all the time, and yesterday I was able to give loose sweatpants a successful test run. I've also been able to add a few more foods to my diet, and I'm much less afraid of setting off a horrific flare if I eat the wrong thing.
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