Funny how each day brings a truly different perspective. First and foremost I must re-state that I truly love my doctors, the cancer center and am grateful to even have insurance. I say this because I'm about to complain about healthcare costs. I would never want anyone who cares for me to take this personally................
So I'm about to move into the poor farm, unless I can make a miracle happen, and I got the most ridiculous pharmacy charge of recent months. I have been fighting this upper respiratory problem, and because of my weak immune system. I was handling things fairly OK with over the counter meds, but today it was much worse. It's been about a week of this, so as a precaution, I called my hematologist to see how my neutrophils were at last draw (which was a week ago). By the way, I'm certain I picked up this bug visiting my rheumatologist who's office is in the hospital!
Anyway, they did a lab draw today, and prescribed an antibiotic as a precaution. They did the right thing and I am grateful. I don't need pneumonia. What I'm not really joyful over is the prescription charge. Whatever!
My portion was just under $230........................for 7 pills. My insurance did pay $50, so the actual price was $280. That is $40 per pill!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All I can say now is that they better work. Geeze.
Now compared to a potential hospital stay, that's nothing, but still, yikes. One prescription zapped roughly 40% (in my head math) of my income.
I am supposed to meet with the Lance Armstrong Survivorship program on Friday, but they may need me to move it out a week or so because the cancer center has real strict infection control.
Now, part of the reason I'm meeting with them is to spend some time with the social worker to get my resources strengthened. In other words, how can I make more money and what programs will help me with the cost of healthcare.
In other other words I just spent $230 to stave off potential hospitalization, but will delay a very important meeting that I need so that I don't have to completely lose my mind over a lousy couple hundred bucks. The next time I see any doctor in the hospital, I'm wearing a mask.
I remember when I got my first paycheck as an OT, and I was astounded that I could earn over $700 per week, back in 1989. After losing my lucrative income (long story about RA), I went down practically nothing, and it took me until 2009 to earn the exact same amount I earned in 1989. It took me 20 years to get back to square one. Maybe I should have went on disability in 1995 when I was first really disabled. I just didn't want to be "one of those people". So I struggled to get back to a decent level.......
Then I got cancer.
I now own what would fit in my car as my brother drove it to Seattle for me. I also own what would fit in a suitcase as my sister travelled with me here from California. I can kind of relate to fire victims, but not in total, they had no choice on what to lose or keep.
See what they started. I hate the feeling of being impoverished, which means I still have a lot to do in the spiritual department. It's not that I want to have everything, I just don't want nothing.
I would be the happiest woman on earth if I had a clean studio apartment in a safe neighborhood, and the basics. That's all. I want to live near my mom and sister and feel like a regular person.
I make a bad interviewee right now too. I look 60 years old and can't do basic math on paper (funny ha ha). Literally though, I'm slow to think and can't remember some things. It's like I had a small stroke or something, I can't always put correct words to what I remember in my mind, or I've just blanked out the event completely. Who wants to hire someone like that??? I know once I get back in the groove of some form of "work", I'll improve some because of the environment and challenge.
What matters most is that you love and be loved. I just pray each day for tiny miracles to keep the train moving on the tracks.
I want to work in a church so I can be close to God all the time.
Be love and God Bless
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Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
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Thursday, October 21, 2010
Everything still seems hard
Hi. Today I'm fighting a silly cold, so I have no energy.
My good news is that my CA125 is 7. Hip Hip Hoooray. I still fight fatigue and abdominal problems, but feel more confident that I have some time to rebuild some assemblance of a life.
My worries right now have moved into the financial and insurance arena. My income is a little over $600 per month. It doesn't even cover my basic expenses, so I am walking on a tightrope.
I have not yet heard back from the Dept of Voc Rehab. I have not applied for SSI, maybe I should.
I just need a good paying part time job to see if I can really handle working again.
I just don't know if I can work. My eating is so regimented now because of my abdominal problems and my fatigue is so unpredictable, I can't see an employer tolerating all my special needs. I still have lots of medical appointments. Next week I have three, a bone density test, eye appointment and meeting with Livestrong.
I feel like a total loser right now because of the work issue. I just want to work from home. I have enough in savings to go another month, then something drastic will need to happen.
I hope I don't look like a baby. For example. I got this cold right after I went to the hospital to see my rheumatologist. I have a weak immune system and probably caught the bug just being out in public.
That's my worry. I really am homebound for the most part, even though I am NED. I live on a roller coaster. For example, after I heard my CA125 was 7, for a brief moment I felt on top of the world, ready to embrace each breath with a new level of excitation, living like I've never lived before.
Then I woke up with a sinus problem and have no energy to do anything. How can I work if my body is still so fragile? The answers will come. I am willing to work, don't get me wrong, I just don't know what I can do anymore.
Another OC sister passed away this week. That makes three in the last month, from my support group. It is so sad. Most of the sisters have experienced recurrences, and it scares me. But I need my group, they understand me. I love them all.
Be love and God Bless
My good news is that my CA125 is 7. Hip Hip Hoooray. I still fight fatigue and abdominal problems, but feel more confident that I have some time to rebuild some assemblance of a life.
My worries right now have moved into the financial and insurance arena. My income is a little over $600 per month. It doesn't even cover my basic expenses, so I am walking on a tightrope.
I have not yet heard back from the Dept of Voc Rehab. I have not applied for SSI, maybe I should.
I just need a good paying part time job to see if I can really handle working again.
I just don't know if I can work. My eating is so regimented now because of my abdominal problems and my fatigue is so unpredictable, I can't see an employer tolerating all my special needs. I still have lots of medical appointments. Next week I have three, a bone density test, eye appointment and meeting with Livestrong.
I feel like a total loser right now because of the work issue. I just want to work from home. I have enough in savings to go another month, then something drastic will need to happen.
I hope I don't look like a baby. For example. I got this cold right after I went to the hospital to see my rheumatologist. I have a weak immune system and probably caught the bug just being out in public.
That's my worry. I really am homebound for the most part, even though I am NED. I live on a roller coaster. For example, after I heard my CA125 was 7, for a brief moment I felt on top of the world, ready to embrace each breath with a new level of excitation, living like I've never lived before.
Then I woke up with a sinus problem and have no energy to do anything. How can I work if my body is still so fragile? The answers will come. I am willing to work, don't get me wrong, I just don't know what I can do anymore.
Another OC sister passed away this week. That makes three in the last month, from my support group. It is so sad. Most of the sisters have experienced recurrences, and it scares me. But I need my group, they understand me. I love them all.
Be love and God Bless
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Doctor, radiology and labs today for fun, CA 125 done
It was one of those clinic days for me today. I had the opportunity to deal with both RA and ovarian cancer maintenance, spending most of the day at the hospital.
Actually it was great to revisit my rheumatologist, as she just returned from maternity leave. She spent good quality time with me. I received new xrays of hands and feet, bone density scan ordered, OT ordered to get a splint for my ulnar deviation. I wonder how much radiation I will have received in the past 18 months, too much probably.
Had port flushed and labs drawn. For some reason my oncologist ordered another CA 125. I just had one a month ago, and it was 10. I forgot if they were going to draw it once per month or every 3 months. Chemo brain again.
I painted my finger and toe nails teal. Everyone loves the color and it is a great conversation starter for ovarian cancer awareness. It really is. Plus, everyone has liked the "blue" coloring. I'm happy that I have taken this step to be an advocate, at least in a subtle way.
I want to do more, but have no resources. I'm teetering on a few ideas, but have not really settled yet. I am still walking in a bit of limbo, uncertain of the course of my cancer, decision-making has been a chore. But it's getting better.
Need to apply for SSI this week, money is running out. Have not heard from voc rehab yet, hope they tell me soon if they can help me or not.
This is the point where having a rich husband would come in handy, ha......oh well.
Be Love and God Bless
Actually it was great to revisit my rheumatologist, as she just returned from maternity leave. She spent good quality time with me. I received new xrays of hands and feet, bone density scan ordered, OT ordered to get a splint for my ulnar deviation. I wonder how much radiation I will have received in the past 18 months, too much probably.
Had port flushed and labs drawn. For some reason my oncologist ordered another CA 125. I just had one a month ago, and it was 10. I forgot if they were going to draw it once per month or every 3 months. Chemo brain again.
I painted my finger and toe nails teal. Everyone loves the color and it is a great conversation starter for ovarian cancer awareness. It really is. Plus, everyone has liked the "blue" coloring. I'm happy that I have taken this step to be an advocate, at least in a subtle way.
I want to do more, but have no resources. I'm teetering on a few ideas, but have not really settled yet. I am still walking in a bit of limbo, uncertain of the course of my cancer, decision-making has been a chore. But it's getting better.
Need to apply for SSI this week, money is running out. Have not heard from voc rehab yet, hope they tell me soon if they can help me or not.
This is the point where having a rich husband would come in handy, ha......oh well.
Be Love and God Bless
Sunday, October 17, 2010
God Bless Fightgirlandi The Dash
This poem was posted or written by a woman in my online ovarian cancer support group. Her online name is "Fightgirlandi". She was diagnosed with OC in August 2009 and passed away a few days ago. I am posting her poem to help all of us who are graced with the ability to breathe fresh air today. We are gifted with life for now and maybe we can find a way to make our lives better for those around us.
God Bless you Andi.
The Dash
• By fightgirlandi
• Posted January 27, 2010 at 9:41 am •
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I read of a man who stood to speak,
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke the following with tears.
But he said what mattered most of all,
Was the dash in between tho---se years.
For the dash represents, all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And how only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own;
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters most is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard.
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough,
To consider what is true and real.
And always try to understand,
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more,
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy is being read,
With your life's actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
And how your spent your dash?
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
I used to be the focus queen
Yesterday I was so proud, I was able to drive to the eye doctor without getting lost! For me this is major. I still get nervous driving in new areas and Seattle's downtown is a maze.
The eye doctor said my eyes are healing well and now all I need to do is continue Restasis and an over the counter cream. My prednisone and methotrexate have helped tremendously, so now the next step is new glasses.
I still get nystagmus periodically and my eyes will blur with prolonged computer use. No biggie though, just super happy to see.
Today was a day to be grateful for sure. Crisp autumn air, blue skies, sunshine..............wow what a beautiful day. Had a moment on the phone with my sister, which is always a treat. Spent some time online doing more Ovarian cancer research.
I found out from a medical presentation sent to me by one of my OC sisters that the best predictor for survival rate in the cases of advanced OC (stage III/IV) is the success of the initial surgery.
I still only have 20% 5 year survival rate, but it's "better" because my surgeon was able to optimally debulk me.
I feel stuck, like I'm in between two worlds. I need to take advantage of this "remission" to the best of my ability, but prepare for recurrence. It's hard, I feel like nobody understands.
Next week I meet with Survivorship counselor from Lance Armstrong foundation, to help me with these issues. By then I hope to have some word on Voc Rehab too.
I want to go away sometimes, just take a vacation. But I can't tolerate the travelling yet, not to mention no money. But I do hope to travel while I can. I say that not to be trivial, just that I need to make a bucket list. Everyone needs a bucket list..........................everyone needs to make sure they get to do some things that make them feel pure pleasure and joy.
God did not grace me with a husband or children, so I do feel empty. I doubt I'll ever marry now, given my health situation. So I am seeking something to nurture, besides myself. That's why having an empty job seems to me that it would speed up my death rate. I'm not independently wealthy, so I can't just "volunteer" like I'd like. Not sure about social security income being enough AND my insurance rates skyrocketed.
I know this sounds boring to some, but to me, every thing I do takes extra effort. Sometimes it takes me half the day just to pay a few bills, I get distracted, or unfocused. I was never like that. I was the "focus" queen. I could be counted on to get things done. Now, I don't know.
I do believe though that when I will be presented with the challenges in the future, I will have more determination.
I'm still really forgetful, which bothers me. I hope that goes away.
Be Love and God Bless
The eye doctor said my eyes are healing well and now all I need to do is continue Restasis and an over the counter cream. My prednisone and methotrexate have helped tremendously, so now the next step is new glasses.
I still get nystagmus periodically and my eyes will blur with prolonged computer use. No biggie though, just super happy to see.
Today was a day to be grateful for sure. Crisp autumn air, blue skies, sunshine..............wow what a beautiful day. Had a moment on the phone with my sister, which is always a treat. Spent some time online doing more Ovarian cancer research.
I found out from a medical presentation sent to me by one of my OC sisters that the best predictor for survival rate in the cases of advanced OC (stage III/IV) is the success of the initial surgery.
I still only have 20% 5 year survival rate, but it's "better" because my surgeon was able to optimally debulk me.
I feel stuck, like I'm in between two worlds. I need to take advantage of this "remission" to the best of my ability, but prepare for recurrence. It's hard, I feel like nobody understands.
Next week I meet with Survivorship counselor from Lance Armstrong foundation, to help me with these issues. By then I hope to have some word on Voc Rehab too.
I want to go away sometimes, just take a vacation. But I can't tolerate the travelling yet, not to mention no money. But I do hope to travel while I can. I say that not to be trivial, just that I need to make a bucket list. Everyone needs a bucket list..........................everyone needs to make sure they get to do some things that make them feel pure pleasure and joy.
God did not grace me with a husband or children, so I do feel empty. I doubt I'll ever marry now, given my health situation. So I am seeking something to nurture, besides myself. That's why having an empty job seems to me that it would speed up my death rate. I'm not independently wealthy, so I can't just "volunteer" like I'd like. Not sure about social security income being enough AND my insurance rates skyrocketed.
I know this sounds boring to some, but to me, every thing I do takes extra effort. Sometimes it takes me half the day just to pay a few bills, I get distracted, or unfocused. I was never like that. I was the "focus" queen. I could be counted on to get things done. Now, I don't know.
I do believe though that when I will be presented with the challenges in the future, I will have more determination.
I'm still really forgetful, which bothers me. I hope that goes away.
Be Love and God Bless
Thursday, October 07, 2010
work ever?
Today I met with an intake specialist at Voc Rehab. My hope is that I will qualify for training and assistance with finding a job/new career. I have a lot of barriers, but also a lot of will. My biggest goal is to spend my life doing meaningful purposeful activity that helps others and provides me a modest sustainable income. I want to work from home because I have so many medical issues with my abdomen, nausea, fatigue and arthritis. I also want a home based career in case I do have a recurrence.
I am doing everything I can to be proactive and a good planner. If I have a home based career, I can manage my tasks and projects around my medical appointments and health problems. God forbid, but if cancer returns, I would have freedom to do some things from home while on chemo, if able INSTEAD of possibly losing my job completely due to extensive time off.
Only employers with 50 or more employees are required to honor Family Medical Leave Act. I just don't want to work in an office with lots of people playing office politics. I have no desire to "climb the corporate ladder". I don't even know if I'll be alive in two years. Nobody knows how long they will live, so why waste your precious life working for someone who dislikes you or hurts you somehow.
Plus, I have a weak immune system, so I don't want to be around a lot of people, I just don't.
I can't take those kinds of risks. Negative environments and high stress can aggravate cancer, I don't want any remnants of cancer to be aggravated in my body. I believe I have every right to find the optimum work situation. At least I'm going to try my best, that's all I can do.
I don't want to be a government burden, and I don't want to live in "the projects". Mom and I cannot live together forever, and she needs her life back. It has been 5 years since I have been able to live in an apartment because of poor finances.
One of my wishes before the Lord takes me is that I can at least have a studio apartment in a safe neighborhood, and feel some sense of dignity. Am I being selfish? I need space to re-grow, re-birth, re-ignite my senses. I want to be a positive influence for my family, not a drag.
I don't know, all I can say is that I am doing the best I can do.
Be Love
I am doing everything I can to be proactive and a good planner. If I have a home based career, I can manage my tasks and projects around my medical appointments and health problems. God forbid, but if cancer returns, I would have freedom to do some things from home while on chemo, if able INSTEAD of possibly losing my job completely due to extensive time off.
Only employers with 50 or more employees are required to honor Family Medical Leave Act. I just don't want to work in an office with lots of people playing office politics. I have no desire to "climb the corporate ladder". I don't even know if I'll be alive in two years. Nobody knows how long they will live, so why waste your precious life working for someone who dislikes you or hurts you somehow.
Plus, I have a weak immune system, so I don't want to be around a lot of people, I just don't.
I can't take those kinds of risks. Negative environments and high stress can aggravate cancer, I don't want any remnants of cancer to be aggravated in my body. I believe I have every right to find the optimum work situation. At least I'm going to try my best, that's all I can do.
I don't want to be a government burden, and I don't want to live in "the projects". Mom and I cannot live together forever, and she needs her life back. It has been 5 years since I have been able to live in an apartment because of poor finances.
One of my wishes before the Lord takes me is that I can at least have a studio apartment in a safe neighborhood, and feel some sense of dignity. Am I being selfish? I need space to re-grow, re-birth, re-ignite my senses. I want to be a positive influence for my family, not a drag.
I don't know, all I can say is that I am doing the best I can do.
Be Love
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Update from Oncologist
I met with Dr. Gray today, what a joy. She shared good news, and I am relieved. I am still NED and my CA125 is now 10. She said the CT scan showed no new tumors and looked good, so I am relieved. Recurrence is my biggest fear.
I talked with her about my lingering issues with abdominal pain, fatigue, nystagmus, vomiting etc. She reinforced that the body can take up to a year to heal from the chemotherapy and surgery. But overall, I am improving. I see the Oncologist again in three months.
I need to watch my food intake probably forever, being careful with fiber. Haven't decided on an allergy test yet, but will just avoid peanuts for now at all costs.
This good news frees my mind and helps me to be more hopeful for the future. I meet with Dept of Vocational Rehabilitation in a few weeks and need to see if I qualify for any of their services. I can earn some money in addition to the small disability income I currently receive. If it is at all possible, my dream would be to have a part time job that is homebased, in advocacy or some form of computer work that has a mild training program.
So off I go to the next step while I continue to rebuild my strength, endurance and digestive health. Thank you God for blessing me with my mom, sister,brother-in-law, brother, aunts, and uncles who have been so supportive. Thank you God for giving me friends who have offered laughs, kind words and support from day one. Thank you God for blessing me with an amazing health team here in Seattle. God Bless everyone who has touched my life.
Be Love
I talked with her about my lingering issues with abdominal pain, fatigue, nystagmus, vomiting etc. She reinforced that the body can take up to a year to heal from the chemotherapy and surgery. But overall, I am improving. I see the Oncologist again in three months.
I need to watch my food intake probably forever, being careful with fiber. Haven't decided on an allergy test yet, but will just avoid peanuts for now at all costs.
This good news frees my mind and helps me to be more hopeful for the future. I meet with Dept of Vocational Rehabilitation in a few weeks and need to see if I qualify for any of their services. I can earn some money in addition to the small disability income I currently receive. If it is at all possible, my dream would be to have a part time job that is homebased, in advocacy or some form of computer work that has a mild training program.
So off I go to the next step while I continue to rebuild my strength, endurance and digestive health. Thank you God for blessing me with my mom, sister,brother-in-law, brother, aunts, and uncles who have been so supportive. Thank you God for giving me friends who have offered laughs, kind words and support from day one. Thank you God for blessing me with an amazing health team here in Seattle. God Bless everyone who has touched my life.
Be Love
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Update on Breast Health
Today I went in for my mammogram and breast ultrasound. The nurse practitioner had recommended the ultrasound due to her locating some enlarged dense tissue on my right breast. Well hallalua and thanks Be to God, no lumps or abnormal tissue was detected today.
Because I am BRCA 1 mutation positive, I need to see the NP in three months for a follow up breast exam, just so she can determine if the area changes ins shape or size.
WHEW!
If I must have a mastectomy, I will have one. But for now, since the monitoring is going well, it is so so nice not to have to be so worried about breast cancer. I have enough to worry about with ovarian cancer recurrance rate issues.
So thank you all for your prayers. Thank you God for watching over me and giving me something to smile about.
Be Love and God Bless!
Because I am BRCA 1 mutation positive, I need to see the NP in three months for a follow up breast exam, just so she can determine if the area changes ins shape or size.
WHEW!
If I must have a mastectomy, I will have one. But for now, since the monitoring is going well, it is so so nice not to have to be so worried about breast cancer. I have enough to worry about with ovarian cancer recurrance rate issues.
So thank you all for your prayers. Thank you God for watching over me and giving me something to smile about.
Be Love and God Bless!
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Qigong and update
I am really pleased with the Qigong dvd I rented from netflix. Giam sells this dvd, and I decided that I need to buy it, as an investment in my health. My internal organs are so screwed up, so touchy, and unpredictable, that I am frozen sometimes unable to leave the house.
Qigong is a series of ancient Chinese postures and movement patterns that help to energize and release your bodies negative energies ( so far as I know). I have done the exercises a couple of times, and feel more balanced for a bit of time. It was suggested by one of my OVC sisters to try Qigong, and this seems to be a good fit for me. I am grateful for my OVC sisters.
Had my pelvic CT scan, bloodwork, and breast exam last Thursday. LONG day. Reminder, I'm also BRCA1 mutation positive, so I also have 6 month checkups. Next week I have breast ultrasound and mammogram and also a meeting with my gyno-oncologist. I've never had anyone give me a breast work-up like that before. Pulling, poking, stretching, pinching, pushing, rolling...my gosh. The good news is she found no "lumps" but did find some abnormal dense tissue on the right wall of my right breast, hence the ultrasound.
I am praying for clear pelvic CT and good CA 125/bloodwork. I will also be praying for a normal mammogram and ultrasound.
I just set up a future appointment with the state Voc Rehab center. I need to earn more than $600 per month to get my own place. So I need to find a part time job that pays fairly well and try to focus on what my future can be.
For now my mom is so gracious and allows me to stay with her, but she needs her space. She needs a life, so as long as I am not on chemo, I should be striving for a more independent and meaningful life.
I still sleep 12 hours per day though. I wish I knew why. Am I still depressed or is that side effects of all my meds???? Not sure, but I must return to a more reasonable sleep-wake pattern. Maybe I need help. I don't know, I just have to try harder to get up earlier.
Wish me luck on all my test results. Love you all. Be Love and God Bless YOU
Qigong is a series of ancient Chinese postures and movement patterns that help to energize and release your bodies negative energies ( so far as I know). I have done the exercises a couple of times, and feel more balanced for a bit of time. It was suggested by one of my OVC sisters to try Qigong, and this seems to be a good fit for me. I am grateful for my OVC sisters.
Had my pelvic CT scan, bloodwork, and breast exam last Thursday. LONG day. Reminder, I'm also BRCA1 mutation positive, so I also have 6 month checkups. Next week I have breast ultrasound and mammogram and also a meeting with my gyno-oncologist. I've never had anyone give me a breast work-up like that before. Pulling, poking, stretching, pinching, pushing, rolling...my gosh. The good news is she found no "lumps" but did find some abnormal dense tissue on the right wall of my right breast, hence the ultrasound.
I am praying for clear pelvic CT and good CA 125/bloodwork. I will also be praying for a normal mammogram and ultrasound.
I just set up a future appointment with the state Voc Rehab center. I need to earn more than $600 per month to get my own place. So I need to find a part time job that pays fairly well and try to focus on what my future can be.
For now my mom is so gracious and allows me to stay with her, but she needs her space. She needs a life, so as long as I am not on chemo, I should be striving for a more independent and meaningful life.
I still sleep 12 hours per day though. I wish I knew why. Am I still depressed or is that side effects of all my meds???? Not sure, but I must return to a more reasonable sleep-wake pattern. Maybe I need help. I don't know, I just have to try harder to get up earlier.
Wish me luck on all my test results. Love you all. Be Love and God Bless YOU
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
battling with peanuts
On Sunday evening I was happy to have an opportunity to house sit and watch Paul, my sister and her family's kitty. He's a gem, real bright and fun, it's something I enjoy.
After 7pm mass, I went over to their house and was greeted with tremendous enthusiasm because I had let him out earlier to play. He was ready for warmth and food. I settled in and fed him dinner anticipating a fairly relaxing night in.
I was hungry for a tiny snack, so I grabbed a small handful (10 pieces) of Puffin cereal to have with my tea. I was tired by 11pm, and was probably asleep by 11:30. At midnight I was awakened with terrible tummy pain and found myself hurling into the trash can. That, along with other unpleasantries lasted until almost 4am.
I was dumbfounded because I couldn't figure it out. Well, in the morning I took another look at the cereal box and it had the words "peanut butter" blasted across the front of the box, and I missed it. I haven't really been paying attention like I should and now realize I must be an avid label reader.
Today is Wednesday, and I am finally having some oatmeal. I've had terrible headaches, down to 104 lbs, waist now 28.5. Mom's at the store and offered to get some chicken noodle soup.
The nurse at the SCCA said it can take a full week for your digestive tract to get back to normal after server episodes of vomiting and diahrea, because they stay slightly inflamed for a while. So I am slowly integrating food and rehydrating.
This totally blew my little holiday weekend. I had wanted to stick around to see how Mandy's trip was at Ocean Shores. Haven't had a chance to talk to her. Today was the first day back to school for my nieces, so hopefully I'll get to learn how their day went later.
Anyway, Paul was so sweet, and napped with me the whole time, which helped me feel better.
To better days.
Be Love
After 7pm mass, I went over to their house and was greeted with tremendous enthusiasm because I had let him out earlier to play. He was ready for warmth and food. I settled in and fed him dinner anticipating a fairly relaxing night in.
I was hungry for a tiny snack, so I grabbed a small handful (10 pieces) of Puffin cereal to have with my tea. I was tired by 11pm, and was probably asleep by 11:30. At midnight I was awakened with terrible tummy pain and found myself hurling into the trash can. That, along with other unpleasantries lasted until almost 4am.
I was dumbfounded because I couldn't figure it out. Well, in the morning I took another look at the cereal box and it had the words "peanut butter" blasted across the front of the box, and I missed it. I haven't really been paying attention like I should and now realize I must be an avid label reader.
Today is Wednesday, and I am finally having some oatmeal. I've had terrible headaches, down to 104 lbs, waist now 28.5. Mom's at the store and offered to get some chicken noodle soup.
The nurse at the SCCA said it can take a full week for your digestive tract to get back to normal after server episodes of vomiting and diahrea, because they stay slightly inflamed for a while. So I am slowly integrating food and rehydrating.
This totally blew my little holiday weekend. I had wanted to stick around to see how Mandy's trip was at Ocean Shores. Haven't had a chance to talk to her. Today was the first day back to school for my nieces, so hopefully I'll get to learn how their day went later.
Anyway, Paul was so sweet, and napped with me the whole time, which helped me feel better.
To better days.
Be Love
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