I had a horrible attack last night.
All day yesterday I was following a weird diet because I was supposed to have a hydrogen Breath test today (this checks to see if you are digesting your food properly), then I was supposed to have a breath test for Lactose Intolerance and Fructose Intolerance. So all day I couldn’t have dairy, soy, fruit, most veggies (I could have overly cooked or canned Asparagus, Green Beans, Spinach, Carrots, and baby Okra. Ewww, canned veggies.) I could have lot’s of carbs, but I had to limit them to 30grams per meal. It was crazy. I could eat meat, but I don’t usually eat that much meat. So yesterday I had more meat than I usually eat, and some canned veggies…I know I said ewwww, before but…ewwww. The Asparagus was slimy and had too much sodium, the Spinach tasted like dirt, I didn’t even try anything else. Just too icky.
Around 8:15pm I started to feel a little spinny. Stuart got me a Valium and I thought that would do it, but then it started getting worse, I took a Phenergan, and a Diamox (this is the pill that lowers your pressure), I thought perhaps since I had more sodium than usual yesterday it might have spiked my pressure. Well, I think taking that pill may have been a huge mistake.
The spinning got much worse, and no amount of trying to keep myself calm was working. Then came the heat, I know when you start to get really hot, I’ll probably be throwing up soon. Well, first diarrhea hit. Yes, I was spinning, about to toss my cookies and I had to run to the bathroom. Thank God for my husband and my walker. I made it back to the couch, and started throwing up. For over 2.5 hours I was throwing up, long past the point of anything being left in my stomach. And the pain…oh the stomach pain. The burning and gnawing feeling, and all my muscles working in over time. I was shaking uncontrollably. I was to the point where I was choking, and couldn’t breathe at some points. Everything was pushing out, and I couldn’t take a breath in. I hate to admit this, but I couldn’t hold my water at one point when I was throwing up, all the muscles were just not working like they should.
I realized last night how much this would kill me if I had to watch my husband go through it. He works so hard to make me as comfortable as possible, and allow me to still keep some of my dignity. He keeps a clean bucket for me to throw up in and switches out the moment there is a break so I won’t have to smell it. He even puts a little mouth wash in it in case some of the smell lingers I won’t smell it. He cleans me up, keeps wet wash cloths close by, and holds me tight and lets me squeeze his hand when things get bad. When I wet myself he simply put a pad under me and when things calmed down he helped me get cleaned up. He even puts in the Phenergan suppositories for me. Every time this happens I am so amazed at how well he handles it, you can tell it’s tearing him apart that he can’t make it stop and help me more, but he tries so hard to do everything he can, and tells me that he is just grateful that he can be here for me. I don’t know what I’d do without him. I feel like he does so much for me, and I’m just dead weight. I feel like I’m worthless, I just don’t know how to make things better.
I know, I have hope that things will get better. I will once again be able to get off of this darn couch. But today, I just feel awful, and I’m wallowing a little.
I realized the other day that if/when they do make me better, I don’t have any skills to do anything. I thought about going back to school, but I’ve been out for so long that none of my credits would count now, and since I haven’t been working they can’t take my experiences there into account. I just don’t know what I would do with myself. But I would like the opportunity to find out.
Sorry this is such a scattered post. I usually feel better than this the day after an attack, but I barely have the energy to stand up, and can’t think about walking without my walker. (of course, I’m still running to the bathroom, but there is so very little coming out.) I’m pretty miserable today. I hurt all over, my head hurts, my chest, stomach, bowels….I just feel bad.
So lot’s of Gatorade, and bland foods. Snuggling on the couch with my dear sweet dog, and sometimes the cat joins us too. Perhaps I’ll finish the book I’ve been reading. But for now, I think I’ll take a nap.
Thanks for listening to me rant. I feel better already just getting it all off my chest.