Tone Parsons

Going on hiatus

I’m going to give myself a break from the blog for a while.

My earlier optimism isn’t quite working out the way I had hoped, and I’m now sitting on the lower side of the fence.  Rather than posting a bunch of depressing crap, I think its best just to give it a break.

Hopefully… things will turn around soon.

I’ll see you when I see you!

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Lost and found

For years now, I’ve been searching for one of the foster family’s I grew up with.

I spent a good chunk of my youth in the foster care system, some homes were good, some were horrible beyond words.  The last home I was in (before I turned 18) was one of the good ones.

I fell out of contact with them some 15 or so years ago.  Life got busy, people moved, and my computer puked all over itself (wiping email address and phone numbers).  I did searches on the web from time to time, hoping to find contact information but all I’d get is old address and disconnected phone numbers.

Then, last weekend, everything changed.  My foster sister, Debbie, found my sister Jenifer.  Information was exchanged, and I got an email!  After a couple emails were exchanged, I got phone numbers for my foster mother, brother, and sister.

I immediately picked up the phone and started making calls.  I can’t tell you how good it was to talk to them again!!  I spoke to each of them for at least an hour and played catch-up on their lives and let them know how things were on this end.

Each call was a good thing and it really raised my spirits, with the exception of one piece of news: my best friend from high school, Dewayne, is no longer with us.  I guess that means that I have no reason to attend a high school reunion, as he’s one of the very few classmates that I’d want to see.

I also found out that my foster sister and brother have accounts on Facebook.  While I normally shun things like that (I think I’ve made it clear how much I hate myspace), I created an account so that I could see their pictures and such and found that I actually like it.  Actually… I’m kind of addicted to it.  Its a great way to stay in touch with friends (did I just say that?).

I’ve also found old friends from work and school on Facebook.  Some of them I havn’t seen since the mid 80’s.

Life is good! 🙂

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Quiet and cautious optimism

Things have changed since my last post (which was a total downer).

My doctor has pulled a magic trick out of his hat and changed my pain management regiment slightly by adding something new… and it appears to be working.  I’m cautiously optimistic.

I was able to go to the 2009 Spokane Motorcycle show yesterday, walk around for a couple of hours, and come home with very little pain.  This is just short of amazing!

Now, if I could just get off all the opiates… there’s a chance that I could get off of my ass and back to work!

Time will tell if the new regiment is going to be sufficient to make that happen, but I’ve got a glimmer of hope on the horizon… and that’s more than I’ve had for a damn long time!

Wish me luck!

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I’m still here

Sorry about the delay between posts.

I’ve been in a funk for quite a while now, and posts will probably be few and far between until I can find my happy place again.

I did see my neurologist a few weeks ago.  There’s no change with the neuropathy.  After sticking me with needles and holding a tuning fork against both of my feet, he declared that it’s gone static… which is what they expect to see.  He also said that my symptoms were classic for what I have going on down there (feet hurt like they’ve been beaten with a stick, feeling like they’re asleep, and no tactile sensation).  He doesn’t expect it to get any worse or better.

Hurray for me!

I also saw my physician last week.  Oh… what a good time that was!  For a man who can sit and listen, he doesn’t seem to hear much…. nor does he seem to remember anything.

Every time I see him, I have to recite my entire case history.  He always asks if I’m still working (“um… no… you put me on disability and haven’t released me yet”).   This last visit made me want to grab him by the neck and slap the crap out of him.   It’s time to find a new doctor… I’ve had it.

I’m sick of just being prescribed medicine to dull the pain (which the current dosage does not do) and want something… ANYTHING… that will make it so I can leave the house without making it so that I’m flat on my back for the next 2 days.  I want desperately to go back to work, earn my share, and get off of this crap disability.

Unlike a lot of people out there, I hate being on disability.  It’s a lot like being on welfare (at least to me).  It’s that damn mid-west work ethic that was instilled in me I guess.  Sitting around on your ass with your hand out is unacceptable to me.  I need to pull my own weight.

It would also be nice to have a social life again.  Since I’ve gone out on disability (a year and 4 months ago), only one friend has come to see me… and I’ve only seen them twice.  I only get phone calls from “friends” when they need something (ie. they broke their computer).  I guess I need new friends too.

Sorry about the downer post, but I’m in a rather dark place at the moment.  Hopefully I’ll have something a little more bright to post next time.

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