I like to think I am very special. A sparkle or a bright shiny star. I also seem to be very accident prone and a sickly creature. This is all-encompassing for this “special” label I’ve placed upon myself. The sparkle is simply me trying to compensate for constant injuries and/or illnesses. Loads of fun happening up in this body!
My hand appointment finally came and went. Monday morning I met with the hand specialist and he was a pretty cool guy. I was nervous he would take a look at my thumb and mock me for my weakness then get up and call me a wimp. Then walk out. None of this happened and instead we came up with a game plan. Next week, I will be getting a splint that is created from a mold of my hand. Neato. After a month, we will move to a cast if my hand/thumb are still being non-compliant. I like having a plan.
Constant pain and irritation are really annoying. Sometimes it feels like my thumb slips out of place which grosses me out. It was nice to be taken seriously and have the inner workings of my hand explained. He went through all of my options as well. The last option is surgery, which I completely agree with. Get this, they take a part of my tendon from my arm and use it weave the tendons tighter in my hand. I find this both disgusting and nifty. Science man.
Next up, we have the stomach specialist. Thankfully, this appointment did not take 6 months to get. In fact, my lovely doctor got me in within 2 and half weeks or so. Apparently, this is the expedited process. A friend went to her regular doctor with similar symptoms (and in some ways worse) and they sent her home saying, “I’m sure we can get you an appointment in six months or so”. Crazy pants.
My tummy is a big part of why I started the Whole30 in the first place. It’s really nice to feel proactive and attempting to get some control over my out of control GI system. The appointment was yesterday and it was both good but overwhelming. Quick and dirty: he is taking me off 8 of my meds – scary! and replacing them with 1. Yes, a major positive. He said, “you are on too much shit”, haha. Ummm – BUT they are kind of my security blanket…
Another piece that is overwhelming is I must have more blood work and other tests done, get scoped from the top and the bottom – will they meet in the middle?!, (ON NEW YEARS EVE! WHY??), a biopsy of my tummy and follow a FODMAP diet. Essentially it’s like the Whole30 diet I am currently on so I will need to continue but possibly add some dairy (please oh please). The scoping stuff sucks because I’m flying back the day before and I have to be ready for the test at 7 am the next day. Because God hates me.
The doc said he will make me feel better – WIN! – although he followed up with the list of possible issues and they are not great. OR it could be that all of my meds have essentially killed my stomach and I need to help it heal. Oh and he says I need a new job, have a severe case of anxiety, wants me to see a therapist and start doing yoga. I guess he is a life coach on the side. Lots of info yesterday in less than an hour appt… I was internally screaming…
One more thing… Wednesday morning I dropped my work phone and it hit my toe. I don’t think it’s broken but it hurts like a son of a gun. Who knew toes came in so many colors?
***Special shout out and a “thank you” goes to my sweetheart of a buddy who had to endure my minor meltdown. I poured some water out in your honor.