I suggested yesterday that the pace I kept leading up to the start of classes was an energy-depleting one. For me, of course, it’s not only the job that tends to wear me down, it’s the entire rest of my life. For example, in addition to commencing the school year this last week, I had two doctor appointments. The anxiety resulting from this schedule contributed to my fatigue, I’m sure.

The first of these appointments was with my urologist. As I’ve aged (I’m now almost done with my fifties), I have had to increasingly struggle with BPH; this is a condition I monitor carefully. Consequently, I have blood drawn for a PSA test every six months to assist in this process and to rule out prostate cancer (as my PSA level continues to slowly rise). About four years ago, my PSA number was of sufficient concern that I underwent a prostate biopsy. The rigors of this every-six-months examination, as well as the ever-present specter of cancer (or, simply, another invasive biopsy), probably are the reasons my blood pressure was up slightly for this appointment. Luckily, my PSA was more-or-less unchanged from last time and there are no obvious indicators, from the physical part of the exam, that I have cancer. This kind of news is always such a relief!

The second appointment of the week was the follow-up to my CMP diagnosis of last month. The blood work that I’d had done came back with an array of acceptable numbers, including my cholesterol and triglycerides. My HDL (“good cholesterol”) result was especially encouraging to me (I must be doing something right!). And my blood pressure at the beginning of this appointment was much better news than a couple days earlier.

At the previous appointment, I had been advised that I should stop the anti-anxiety medication I had been taking (to help with sleeping) if we were going to make progress on the chronic myofascial pain issues. I have since weaned myself from this drug successfully, and am now able, apparently, to pursue a treatment path. The treatment recommended is trigger-point injections, as this physician has been doing such therapy with his patients for about 15 years and reports many stunning successes.

So, I have now started down this road. Typically, he states, about 18 trigger points are injected during a session. I allowed him to do only 4 injections during my appointment (and only after a one-hour talking consultation), however, as I’m not totally convinced, after doing my research, that this is the best route to go. But, I got modest, temporary symptom relief on Friday and I’m going back tomorrow for the next step. We’ll see how this all works out.

I guess the last thing to report (for this entry anyway) about current experiences contributing to my anxiety and fatigue, is the noise element in my life (and the resulting, somewhat-tenuous relationship with my neighbor in this apartment complex). The bass vibes from the stereo keep coming through my living-room wall. The kids keep screaming as they run up and down the stairs. The adults keep slamming their door. And I keep feeling like I need to run away.

After a few weeks now of talking to my neighbor as frequently as once a week, when I handed in my rent check yesterday to the office, I mentioned my uncomfortable living situation to the manager on duty. Unfortunately, I did not get the sympathetic, good-listener ear I was hoping for. I was told, though, that they would give the neighbor a written notice about the complaint. I’m betting that this has happened already, as the reception I received on the stairs this morning was quite a cool one.

For now, though, I’m sure I can live with an unfriendly neighbor as long as she’s a quiet one.
Work, health, pain, doctors, needles, noise, neighbors. My life. And anxiety.