Over the next 6 weeks, I dealt with stomach issues related to the poison I had to take for the tapeworms, and with my new regimen of pills to get my blood sugars under control. It was as if I had swallowed glass.
I learned to eat breakfast, I switched to diet soda. I got used to feeling lousy all of the time. I tried not to complain, but I know I did. I tried not to be negative, I know I was. I had a friend ill with cancer, what was I complaining about? I hated the drama, I hated taking time off work.
On the plus side, some things disappeared. My almost chronic bladder infections stopped. My asthma slowed. I did not get sick at every sneeze. I added flax seed oil to my diet. I upped my fiber. I slept allot.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
My world changes.
The phone rings, and it is Dr. W. She asks me if I am driving, where I am and if I am in a 'safe place'. What kind of question is that? You know it is not going to be a good phone call when the Doc starts off with this.
I "have some issues". My Liver is not working correctly, normal triglycerides are in the 100 range, mine are 1,200. My blood sugars are up, in fact,, you are Diabetic. But we need to get your liver working again, first. This is really dangerous.
She wants me to go back to the GI Doc, and finish getting the tapeworms out. This is 1st priority.
She tells me to (if I can) cut meat, and alcohol out of my diet. And, if I am smoking, I need to be on a program to quit. Wonderful. Have not had beef, pork, or chicken since I was 11. As an active Mormon, I do not drink or smoke.
When the phrase "you have diabetes" is not the worst part of a Doctor phone call, You know it was a pretty crappy phone call.
I "have some issues". My Liver is not working correctly, normal triglycerides are in the 100 range, mine are 1,200. My blood sugars are up, in fact,, you are Diabetic. But we need to get your liver working again, first. This is really dangerous.
She wants me to go back to the GI Doc, and finish getting the tapeworms out. This is 1st priority.
She tells me to (if I can) cut meat, and alcohol out of my diet. And, if I am smoking, I need to be on a program to quit. Wonderful. Have not had beef, pork, or chicken since I was 11. As an active Mormon, I do not drink or smoke.
When the phrase "you have diabetes" is not the worst part of a Doctor phone call, You know it was a pretty crappy phone call.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
the beginning.....
I suppose I should go back, and say how this started. My story, like most of my stories, is so meandering and strange, it is hard to believe.
September 21, 2008. At my desk, at work. Go to the bathroom, and pass a fish tapeworm! Make an appointment, go to the Doctor. She draws blood, and gives me these little vials to take home to give her a stool sample.
I go home, and pass another freaking tapeworm! I bring it in, and get a referral to a Gastroenterologist.
He gives me a dose of this poison, and I go home and take it. They dose it to make sure to kill the worms, but not to kill you.....it just feels like it.
I am recovering the next day when the phone rings...more later.
September 21, 2008. At my desk, at work. Go to the bathroom, and pass a fish tapeworm! Make an appointment, go to the Doctor. She draws blood, and gives me these little vials to take home to give her a stool sample.
I go home, and pass another freaking tapeworm! I bring it in, and get a referral to a Gastroenterologist.
He gives me a dose of this poison, and I go home and take it. They dose it to make sure to kill the worms, but not to kill you.....it just feels like it.
I am recovering the next day when the phone rings...more later.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
And, it begins
I need this.
I keep telling myself I need this. I need to journal. I need to write, to mentally purge all of this emotional nonsense. This past year has been a train wreck of health issues, culminating in me this morning, flat on my back, being told that I am about to lose my ovaries, and possibly my uterus. I need to write. I need....to think.
I keep telling myself I need this. I need to journal. I need to write, to mentally purge all of this emotional nonsense. This past year has been a train wreck of health issues, culminating in me this morning, flat on my back, being told that I am about to lose my ovaries, and possibly my uterus. I need to write. I need....to think.
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