My health has been 'down' lately and I have had a lot of tummy trouble. Distended upper abdomen, nausea from hell and so much discomfort I can't sleep. Sean says I should try to keep a diary so I can show it to a doctor one day and on one level he is right. The thing is, if you go to a Dr you expect them to be able to help you. It is too disheartening to go because they can't do anything to alleviate it. And it always gets better eventually. In the meantime. I have to sit up straight when nauseous, but sitting up hurts and makes me feel awful. I feel so tired I have to lie down and rest but the nausea won't let me.
The icing on the cake is that my familiar old friend Fever is back so I have been buried under the bedclothes, teeth chattering and my dear cat cuddling up to comfort me. I am not eating per se. I have decided to have nothing but small amounts of bio-yogurts for 48 hrs. With lots of plain water. And bedrest for 24 hours after the temp returns to normal. Then hopefully normal life again but with extra restrictions for a while.
What a business! I can't imagine why people think that we choose all these horrible symptoms. They have a huge impact on day to day life and they steal your normal adult functions. So if I go to the shop to buy food, it will be at least 3 days before I have the strength to prepare it.
It becomes impossible to make plans because you never know how you will feel at the time. And "pushing through" is dangerous and causes relapses that last weeks or even longer.
Caelyn has taken Brak home with her because I can't take him out at present. She says he is OK, has been out for a walk and had a good dinner. Its a relief to think he will be OK if I can't look after the silly blonde brak :)
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