Showing posts with label Gastroparesis Awareness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gastroparesis Awareness. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

The Article I Wish I Had Read When First Diagnosed With Gastroparesis

Like any person newly diagnosed with a disease, back in 2010 I instantly headed to the computer looking for answers. What I was met with was a lot of clinical and sterilized papers written by the world of academia. I found them to be cold and written with no thought of the patient who might be seeking out, not only answers specific to what Gastroparesis is, but what life is going to be like living with it. 

The article I WOULD like to have read would have gone something like this:

Gastroparesis, also known as delayed gastric emptying, is not an easy disease to live with. Every waking, and sometimes sleeping, moment the patient is going to feel the WORST kind of nausea they have felt in their entire life and it will never really and truly go away. Doctors will give them anti-nausea medications (zofran and phenergan), but their assistance is so short lived that the Gastroparetic patient often wonders why they were even given it in the first place.

The newly diagnosed patient needs to keep in mind that, though doctors have gone through extensive training, they're not the Fount of Knowledge. The patient will come to realize that doctors don't know everything, particularly when it comes to Gastroparesis, and they will encounter many frustrations when it comes to their physicians. Advocacy for themselves, research of the disease, and asking for second or third or fourth opinions will help in finding the Gastroparetic patient the help they need. 

Most, but not all, Gastroparesis patients vomit everything or nearly-everything up that they eat. This causes the Gastroparetic individual to suffer from periods of dehydration, malnourishment, and exhaustion. The Gastroparesis sufferer also experiences early satiety, the feeling of fullness after just a few bites of food. They may go out to lunch or dinner with their  friends and family and watch as they scarf down heaping piles of food as they push food around on their plate--or in a bowl--because they're already full three bites into the dish. 

Unfortunately there's a great deal of pain associated with Gastroparesis. It often feels as though there's an elephant sitting squarely on the patient's belly and they can't get it to move. Then there's the frequent trapped gas bubbles that makes one feel as though they're having a heart attack. They need to rest assured that they are not, it's just gas stuck in their GI track. 

Gastroparesis sufferers struggle a lot in their private lives because of the general nature of the illness. Friends and family do not understand what a Gastroparetic goes through on a daily basis just to survive, the unbearable fatigue that accompanies it, and the inevitable secondary disease(s)--it's sad, but true--that eventually pop up. The loss of friendships and family members is unavoidable in most circumstances and the patient feels left to fight this battle alone or to seek out others that are fighting the same one. 

In the end, whether friendships are lost or gained, whether doctors understand or not, the Gastroparesis patient needs to learn to become their own best advocate. From this battle, the patient will learn that they are stronger then they ever thought and will find within themselves a warrior that they never knew that they possessed. 

Being armed with information about what life with Gastroparesis will be like realistically would have been far more beneficial than clinical, textbook facts. Realizing that doctors aren't as knowledgeable about things as one thinks is one more weapon in a patient's arsenal. Preparedness in every manner possible will help someone navigate the tumultuous waters of Gastroparesis. 

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

My March Madness

Spending ten days in the hospital is rough...on anyone. You get ZERO sleep because taking your vitals at 12am is of great importance, for some reason. And drawing blood at the crack of dawn is of great importance too. Not to mention the beeping, the buzzing, the patients screaming, and the random medications that get administered at all hours of the day and night. I lucked out in that I got an isolation room, so it was pretty air tight and quiet...mostly. Still not much sleep though. 

I landed in there because my Gastroparesis--and apparently IBS--were out of control. I had been vomiting for 16 DAYS straight and I just could not keep anything...ANYTHING...down. Initially I was in there "for observation" but then it turned in to something so much more. 

The Internal Medicine doctor that saw me that first morning (I was admitted at 12:30 am on Wednesday March 2nd) admitted that he knew nothing of my condition and would defer to GI that would see me later in the day, but he thought I would be going home. I had not eaten the food brought to me that morning, didn't eat that afternoon, and by evening didn't eat either. When GI came, he thought I needed an NG tube and wanted to do tests for auto immune diseases. 

The next morning I turned away food and was visited again by the same Internal Med doctor who thought the NG tube would not help, but said "but your condition is above my scope of knowledge." My thought...then don't give me your opinion on it. A couple of hours later the NG tube was placed. It took three tries to get it in. The first try resulted in a big wad of it coming out of my mouth. The second try resulted in it just hitting the back of my nose. The third try was a success. 
It was slow going at first, but eventually it began sucking stuff from my stomach. It's an odd feeling, to be honest, but the relief you get from it is better. The nurse I had said that the amount of stuff coming out wasn't the problem, but the color. It was an off-putting hue--I'll leave it at that. 

Fast forward a day and a new GI came in and he looked at new x-rays that had been taken of my belly. Potassium pills were just sitting in my stomach like two BFFs. He said I was "FOS" and had a big gas pocket in my stomach. Based on that and my other issues (POTS, migraines, peripheral neuropathy, vertigo) he thought I was having a complete neurological breakdown and needed to have TPN and go to UCLA for better help. 

The next morning I woke up, my nose leaking puss. I buzzed my favorite nurse, Lesly and said "Uh, I think we have a problem!" 
She goes "Oh. My. Gosh!" Runs and pages the doctor over and over. I was having a severe allergic reaction to the bandage holding the NG tube in. By the time he finally came we had to take it off because it was peeling off from puss leakage. 
The doctor decided to put me on iv Benadryl and ointment on my nose due to the reaction. And NO MORE TAPE!! 

About an hour later the CNA comes to take my vitals and it hurt. I look down and my left elbow is swollen. Two days before they had started another IV in my right arm because my left arm was swelling; however, the vein was too small so they kept the left arm open for medications like phenergan and potassium. Seemed like the vein was going, so I called Lesly. Again she says "Oh. My. Gosh!" And takes out the IV. 

Finally they decided to put a PICC (Peripherally Inserted Central Cathiter) line in and give me TPN. When you're on TPN you can't have anything other than ice chips and sips of water, so I was on the yellow bag and ice diet for 4-5 days. 

Then along came the THIRD GI and she thought this whole episode was IBS gone wrong. I had to have GoLitely pushed down my NG tube to clean out my bowels. I will say this:: if you HAVE to have that devil drink, having it through the NG tube it the way to do it. But I spent the evening and night shivering, crying, and in pain. She also gave me some shot that was supposed to make my bowels move--it didn't--and then she decided to try and get me to eat, so it was Apple juice down the NG and then Boost--that was HORRIBLE. But I ultimately was able to get the NG out, food down, the PICC out and then home. 

The directions I got going home were to consume 3-4 Ensure or Boost because it would put me close to 1,000 calories a day. If I could get in some soup too, great. I've been struggling to get in much of anything more than 1-2 Boost or Ensure and a little soup. I've lost more weight (I went into the hospital weighing 165 and now weigh 159) and have trouble with nearly passing out. But I'm trying to stay positive. 

My referral to UCLA went through, but I won't be seen until November. We're hoping that they'll get me in sooner due to the complexity of my condition, but who knows. I'm sure that's how most people feel about their conditions. On the upside, my nose is normal again!

(The progression of my nose. Top left is bandage on [duh]. Top right is when I realized I was reacting to it. Middle left is right after getting the bandage off. Middle right is a couple of days later. Bottom left is 3 days before I went home. Bottom right is the day I went home.)







Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Make Valentine's Day Green


Valentine's Day is normally all dressed up in PINK hearts and RED kisses for those in your life that you love. You go to the store and buy a sweet card and some pretty RED roses and maybe get some yummy chocolates and then head out to dinner. But what about the person who can't exactly participate in a normal meal? What if that person is restricted by the confines of Gastroparesis?

Maybe this year you can do something special and make Valentine's Day GREEN!!

Green is one of the awareness colors--if not the color--for Gastroparesis and by changing everything that is typically red and pink about Valentine's Day for the person that has Gastroparesis in your life, you are showing them support. And that is SO much more meaningful than a box of chocolates--but maybe not as yummy (haha)! 

I would like to challenge everyone to wear something GREEN on Valentine's Day. It doesn't have to be an entire outfit--don't want to look like Kermit the Frog--but a shirt, sweater, or a scarf and then make a sign that says something to the effect of::

I hope that as many people in as many countries as possible will take part in this movement. As a person battling this disease, we NEED to find a cure...NOW

Friday, July 31, 2015

GoGreenForGastroparesisAwarenessMonth


My name is Christine and I have Gastroparesis. Gastroparesis, literally, means "paralyzed stomach". Eating food is difficult for me, but is impossible for others who have this disease. Eating just a couple of bites of food, and sometimes sips of a drink, leaves me full. Many times I end up throwing up after eating because the food just sits, stagnant, in my stomach. I have lost over 100lbs. as a result of Gastroparesis, endured countless tests and doctors visits, many visits to the ER and urgent care, and tried innumerable medications in an attempt to dampen the symptoms of this disease. I have even had a gastric neurostimulator (a pacemaker) placed into my stomach, but it has all been to no avail. 

I am trying to spread awareness during the month of August, Gastroparesis Awareness Month, using the hashtags #GoGreenForGastroparesisAwarenessMonth and #GoGreenForChristine. 

Will you #GoGreenForGastroparesisAwarenessMonth during the month of August? Will you wear something green at least ONCE during the month to show support for this little-known disease and post it to social media? Would you be willing to post an infographic to one of your social media pages (because you know you have Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc) to spread awareness? It doesn't take but a couple of minutes of your time to help spread awareness about this disease, to let people know that there are people out there who suffer with invisible illness(es) everyday. 

There are MANY ways to #GoGreenForGastroparesisAwarenessMonth and #GoGreenForChristine

1. Wear something green and post a picture to Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter using the hashtags mentioned. 
2. Make a sign saying you support someone with Gastroparesis and use the hashtags (be creative!)
3. Find an infographic and post it to social media and use the hashtags
4. Donate to a reputable charity (such as G-Pact.org)
5. Share links to blogs discussing life with Gastroparesis (such as mygastroparesisjourney.blogspot.com and emilysstomach.com)
6. Anything creative you can come up with!!

The point is getting the WORD and AWARENESS out there and #GoGreenForGastroparesisAwarenessMonth!






Thursday, July 30, 2015

Dating and Chronic Illness


Let's not even pussyfoot around it, dating in the real world is hard! Knowing who to trust...who's not a wackado...who's not in it for "one thing and one thing only"...shares common interests and goals...someone you can confide in...someone who is_______fill in any NUMBER of things...! It's HARD

Then add in a Chronic Illness that makes eating out AWKWARD and it's heightened even more!

The suggestion I get CONSTANTLY is to join a dating site (ChristianMingle, Match, eHarmony, etc) because then, SURELY, I will be able to find someone. Naturally, this comes from well meaning friends and family that just want me to be in a happy relationship with someone. One thought popping into my mind:: is there a box for "Suffers from a few Chronic Illnesses. If this is a problem for you, please do not seek to contact me." I'm thinking that this is NOT an option. 

In complete and total disclosure, I would prefer to meet someone more organically. This doesn't mean I have anything against dating websites because I don't. I actually know people who've met through them and married as a result. But for me, personally, I'd rather be at church or work or the book store and be like "Hey! Let's go out!" 

But who wants to date someone who can't really eat and barfs up her food? Makes frequent trips to the doctor and spontaneously has to run to the ER? It's a big burden to take on...It's hard to watch someone you care about in pain. It would take a special person being WILLING enough to take that into their lives. 

Coming from someone who has never really dated (sad, but true) and has a Chronic Illness, these are my thoughts on dating someone with a Chronic Illness::

1. Be Inderstanding--Understand the disease(s) with which your significant other lives with. Understand their limitations and understand their needs. Be understanding of the times when they need to just stay in for a night and understanding of times when dates get cut short. 

2. Be Supportive-- Be there for them as much as you can in their time of need. If they're sick in bed, be there. If they're hospitalized, be there. Naturally, it's understandable that you have a job or school that needs to be attended to, but being supportive in the bad times is important for the Chronically Ill. 

3. Be Mindful-- Be mindful of what works and doesn't work for your significant other. If they cannot consume a particular food, don't cart them to a restraurant with that food. If they cannot go long distances, don't plan a hiking date. Naturally, come up with things BOTH of you like to do, but be mindful of the limitations that the illness has imposed. 

4. Don't Pretend to Know Everything-- Though you may have researched and read up on the disease(s) your significant other has, don't pretend to be an expert and know exactly what it's like to be in their shoes. Your diligence for trying to understand is GREATLY appreciated, but you're still not living it. Being an advocate but not a know-it-all. 

5. Be Loving-- All ANYONE ever wants is to be loved for who they are despite what they're living with. (Gastroparesis is what I have but its not who I AM) Love your significant other for the person that they are on the inside, outside, upside, and downside. Love them for the good times, bad times, sad times, and funny times. 

I hope that this little list, by no means comprehensive, long, or in-depth gives a little insight into how to date--at least--one Chronically Ill person. If you hVe other suggestions to add to the list, feel free to comment!




Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Testing...Testing...Testing...

Today I had my fourth...yes, FOURTH...Gastric Emptying Study done. If you've never had one, here's how it goes: 

Step 1: Eat either an egg salad sandwich or oatmeal (Today I was given oatmeal, which is a first for me)
Step 2: Take an X-ray of your belly
Step 3: Wait an hour in the waiting room
Step 4: Take an X-Ray of your belly

Step 5: Wait an hour in the waiting room
Step 6: Take an X-ray of your belly
Step 7: Wait 2 hours in the waiting room or go shopping (I chose to wait because I had a prime parking spot)
Step 8: Take an x-ray of your belly

Today, at Step 8, they didn't take the x-ray because I still had food in my belly. Oatmeal from 9:45am was still in my tummy at 1:45pm. So they had my go sit and twiddle my thumbs--I'm an excellent thumb twiddler--until shortly after 2pm. They went ahead and took the x-ray, but I could see on the
imaging screen that my stomach was still glowing. I don't know if the technician just said internally "forget it!" and went ahead and took the x-ray because by this time it had been 4 1/2 hours or if my stomach had emptied and I was seeing residual glow. I'm no radiologist. But the technician had said that she wouldn't be surprised if it comes back abnormal.

Well, duh! For almost 6 years now my diagnosis has been (some severity) of Gastroparesis.

I don't know about other Gastroparesis Warriors,  but every time I take that test a couple of things run through my mind. The first thing is: Dangit, why do I have to take this test again?! The second is: What if it comes back normal? Or not
as severe as I FEEL like it is? Instantly you feel as though your family, your friends, your doctors are not going to believe a THING you've been telling them! That's how I felt today! It's a horrible feeling!

Of course you don't WISH or HOPE to be super sick, you just want it to match up with what you're telling everyone. And of course you don't WISH or HOPE for drastic interventional measures to be taken to help you improve your life, but when eating 4-5 bites of oatmeal makes you feel sick to your stomach and you burp it up for hours, all you want to do it avoid food!

Wednesday August 5th brings yet another test, an endoscopy--more fun!--and hopefully more answers or confirmation for the new GI. Having Gastroparesis is NO joke. It is not a weight loss program to sign up for. A stomachache to take lightly. Something I am making up in my mind. It is VERY real. I would not wish this life on my worst enemy (if I even had an enemy).

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

The Drive-Thru Of Life

What can I say, this is not the life that I ordered...

When I drove up to the Drive-thru Of Life, this was not the life that I ordered at the speaker. I didn't ask to be feeling sick all of the time. I didn't ask to feel nauseous 24/7, to have no
appetite, to throw up my food. I didn't ask to have doctor visit after doctor visit after doctor visit. I didn't ask to have all of these stupid tests done to me that hurt and are uncomfortable. I didn't ask to hurt, to ache in my bones after spending a day at the park with my puppy. Somewhere along the way there was a breakdown in communication. Somewhere along the way a signal got messed up. Somehow I ended up with someone else's life.

But no, it's my life...

And I have to remind myself that, while it's not the life that I would have chosen for myself, it's the one that was given to me and I need to make the best out of it. Beauty out of pain sounds so cliche, but it's the truth. A person doesn't know who they're going to touch in their journey with Chronic Illness, so you have to chose which Path you're going to take: Positive Life Changer or Life Dampener. It's really up to you.

When you feel sick and hurt all of the time, it's easy to take the road of Life Dampener REALLY easy. You can wallow in self-pity and the pity of others, live in your PJs, only shower
when the funk of life has caught up to you, and call it a day. Or you can be a Positive Life Changer and, despite the pain and struggles of your disease(s), live life as fully and happily as you possibly can (tubes, admissions, tests, and all!).

I know that the struggle of sitting on the fence between those two worlds is real, there are days when I sit VERY precariously on it and want to take a not-so-pretty swan dive
right into Self-Pity-Land. I did not want to be sick like this, I want to eat a hamburger (darn it!), and I want to be able to make plans to go out with friends without worrying about cancelling. This is no life for someone my age! But then I take a step back into reality. Counting the blessings and the positives makes the negatives of my life a little less important...Did you see how awesome the clouds made the sunset tonight?!

Yes, this is not the life that I ordered or would have remotely imagined for myself. I would not wish it upon my worst enemy. But to ease the struggles and the pains that I DO have to experience in this life that has been bestowed upon me, I have chosen to be (hopefully) a Positive Life Changer. I hope that you can find it within yourself to do the same.

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Gastric Emptying Studies, Endoscopies, Bloodwork, and Medicines...Ohmy!


Today was an exceedingly LONG day seeing the new Gastroenterologist (and the resident) today all in the hopes of, or the end game of, getting started on Domperidone again. 

Yeah, about that...

I first spoke with the resident for about fifteen minutes giving her the lowdown on Life with Gastroparesis. How do you condense 5 1/2 years of UGH into a short visit? It's hard to do! She looked me over and then went and got Dr. Lim. 


When he came in we kind of, even MORE briefly, went over my history and what I've been experiencing on a day-to-day basis...nausea...lack of appetite...vomiting...constipation...pain...He then examined me and said that, before even getting CLOSE to Domperidoen, the FDA stipulates that I have to have, not only a Gastric Emptying Study (GES), but an Endoscopy as well. 

RAWR!!

He mentioned that, since I've had the Botox therapy in the past (once, five years ago), there have been cases of people having scarring from it and causing the stomach (in assuming maybe the pylorus, but maybe I'm wrong) to close up, so then it'll need to be stretched. That may be a possibility with me. I'm sure it's also to check to make sure there aren't any ulcers or other things going on. 

The GES is a GES...I hate doing them because you have to eat so much food and lay around with a GIGANTIC bellyache. 

Dr. Lim also had me do bloodwork to check for diabetes, as Gastroparesis is commonly thought a diabetic issue. He also checked for any thyroid problems. He wants to rule out anything that might be causing my gastroparesis and constipation/IBS and treat that as opposed to just putting me on Domperidone right away. 

I appreciate his thoroughness and his kindness. I'm just done with doctors and told the resident as much. It's nothing against them specifically, it's just the situation as a whole. When you go to the doctor almost as much as you go anywhere else and then you feel like you get little to no answers, little to no help, grief for asking questions, you just don't want to see any more scrubs or white coats. 

I'm hoping for some answers from this, particularly since I have to do an Emdoscopy...again. I hate those things. 



Thursday, June 18, 2015

Domperidone...Again

Yesterday I trooped back in to see my surgeon, Dr. Marrujo, to be checked up on as far as my health goes. Since having Alfred--my pacemaker--turned off in February, I've slowly gone down hill, though it's really just been in the last six weeks that it's been really noticeable. We discussed the fact that my bloodwork came back normal--no real shocker there--and what the next step should be. 

Domperidone. 

I've taken this medication before, albeit, about five years ago, and it didn't do anything for me except make me feel weird. Since, five years ago, I had to get it from Canada and it wasn't necessarily regulated properly, I'm going to be seeing a Dr. Lim who is running a trial here at Kaiser to see if, with the proper dosage, it does what it's supposed to do. 

Like most any other person with a Chronic Illness I'm like "great ANOTHER medication". You really just want to be done with everything, if I'm totally and completely honest with you. You get incredibly tired of having medications upon medications in your nightstand and being in different trials and it getting you nowhere. 

I. Am. Just. Tired. I'm not giving up! I'm just tired. I'm sick of losing weight and gaining weight and losing it again. I'm sick of my hair dying. I'm sick of the dry skin. The insomnia. The body pain. It's just a lot to handle when all I want to do is help other people. That's what I LOVE to do. I want to help others, not be helped and it sucks. 

Pity party over. 

So now I wait for Dr. Lim's office to call me so that I can meet with him to make sure that I qualify. Then, I guess, I will start Domperidone...again. 




Friday, June 5, 2015

Musings of A Girl In Pain At 1AM


It's 1:30AM here in Southern California and I'm lying in my bed "wide awake" because everything burns and hurts. Every joint. Every muscle. EVERYTHING hurts. My jawbone and teeth ache. My hands burn as if someone is trying to set them on fire. The pain is uncanny! Even my poor little pinky toe...poor little fella! 

I do not, that I know of, have fibromyalgia. Friends have asked if its a possibility and I just say:: No, I'm getting old and I don't eat! Lack of basic nutrition will make you she in places that you didn't know we're possible of even aching--like your hair. 

In the last 3 weeks my Gastroparesis has been at 100%+ and food is a definite enemy. My mantra has been "Food Is Not Your Friend", but of course it is and it's just my cranky stomach telling me otherwise. I LOVE food and I love to eat and cook it, but right now, I want nothing to do with it. It makes me physically ill, I barf it up, we are not friends. Because of this I haven't eaten much more than handfuls of crackers at a time (last night I ate some mac & cheese!) and have lost at least 7 pounds as a result. 

On Wednesday I saw my surgeon, Dr. Marrujo, thinking he would probably turn my gastric neurostimulator Alfred back on, he didn't. He said, because it seems to not really have done much, if anything for me, and I'm doing so poorly now, I am at a crossroads as to what to do next. He suggested seeing a Dr. Lim and trying Domperidone, but I've tried that before and had no success. I was honest and said:: I don't often cry about my situation but I cried last week. Im tired. Im tired of being sick. Im sick of being tired. I just don't want to do this anymore. I don't know if I qualify for getting tunes and I don't know if that's what I'm asking for but I'm just done. He questioned what I meant by "tubes" and I said:: for hydration...for food...for something. I'm just done. I just want to go to sleep and wake up not feeling like this. 

I'm thinking he might have thought I'd lost my marbles there for a minute. 

Anyway, he changed my as-needed pain medicine from Tylenol with Codeine to Norco to see how that goes and had me do blood work and is going to see me in two weeks. In true Spoonie fashion my blood work came back normal--I can see the results online--and here I sit, aching like I've gone 76 rounds with Mike Tyson. 

I KNOW that I'm lucky that I can function as well as I do, but I can feel it slowly disappearing as the days and weeks go by. Maybe what I need is a break from work, which is soon coming. Summer break starts in a week. But, at the same time, I have no idea what I REALLY need--besides a LOT of prayer. It's all so frustrating. It's all very tiring. I just want the pain and the nausea to stop. I want to go to sleep and wake up refreshed in the morning. 

That's not too much to ask for, right?







Monday, May 25, 2015

A Tale of Two Rough Nights


Having one rough night is bad enough. Two in a row...! That's inexcusable! Last night I was wracked with a migraine and stomachache SO bad that I was brought to tears. Home alone, I was forced to call for reinforcements at 11pm. Luckily, my friend Michelle came and sat with me and helped me avoid another trip to the emergency room. 

She grabbed an ice pack and snuggled me into bed and put the pack behind my neck and that calmed the worst of it. I was finally able to doze off for the first time all weekend. She kept vigil by my bed most of the night, which was comforting, and made sure that I was alright. 

Tonight, I lie awake with a HORRID stomachache and throwing up everything...even water. I've taken a melt away zofran, used an ice pack (having that on my tummy did NOT feel good), had my back rubbed, and taken phenergan, all to, so far, no avail. 

Come morning, urgent care will have me reenacting the old Mervyns commercial "Open! Open! Open!" Hopefully they'll be able to provide me with some relief. I can only imagine how dehydrated I am. 

It's aweful being awake in such excruciating pain knowing that there's no real place for you to turn. I feel helpless, my parents feel at a loss, the ER tells me they're not the place to turn to, I feel like urgent care will most likely tell me the same thing--what, then, am I supposed to do?! Live with it? Suck it up like a champ? This isn't a bruise, splinter, twisted ankle, or run-of-the-mill stomach issue...this is serious here, people!!

Do doctors take a course in chronic illness? I mean, in how to deal with them at the bedside manner end of it? If they don't, I think they should. Many of them lack, SEVERELY, the proper bedside manner needed to deal with someone living with chronic illnesses. Pleas don't belittle us. That's the last things we need since, often times, coming in to the ER or urgent care was one of the hardest decisions we had to make that day anyhow. 





Saturday, May 23, 2015

A Letter To My Loved Ones


Dear Loved Ones,                             May 23, 2015

Being Chronically Ill sucks! I'm sure watching me be Chronically Ill really sucks, too. There's not a day that goes by that I didn't wish that this disease would just disappear from my life—OUR lives, really; but, let's be honest, it's not looking too promising. So I guess that the best thing that we can do is buck up and do the best that we can under the circumstances. I try to look at it as a blessing of sorts—weird, I know—because I think that Gastroparesis has made me a stronger person. It's a bummer that something like this has had to come into my life to make that happen, but...

Se la vie!

I want everyone to know that I love and appreciate all of your prayers and support. I am thankful for your understanding during my difficult times and my good times, as well. Thank you for embarking with me down this adventure that is Diary of A Gastroparesis Warrior and the outlet that it has afforded me. Thank you for allowing me to educate you and whomever else out there in this great wide world about this little known disease. Thank you for just being understanding.

Please continue to be sympathetic toward days when I have to cancel plans, be a party pooper, or am a little melancholy. You know that is not my normal M.O, but just means that my normal gusto has just “gusted” out the window that day and I need a breather. Don't EVER feel bad for asking how I am, that's showing concern, but don't chuck me under the chin and tell me to “buck up” because I might buck you under the chin and chuck you out of the door! I don't expect you to understand what it is I'm experiencing, but you can ALWAYS ask me to describe it—or just admit you don't know and say you're thinking of me! Empathy and sympathy goes a long way!

At the end of the day, a simple text, a “hey, lets get coffee/catch a movie”, dropping a card in the mail does wonders for a person's mood. We all lead a busy lives, even those of us who are Chronically Fabulous—but a little thought counts!

Sincerely,

Christine

Friday, May 22, 2015

The Girl With Gastroparesis and the Emergency Room


Making the decision to go to the ER is a difficult one for someone with a chronic illness. You already know that there's not going to be much that the doctor's can do for you, but, at the same time, you want someone to help you. 

That was the case with me last night. 

But being in as much pain as I was in, I just couldn't bare it any more...so in I went. I had my blankie, my hoodie, everything I needed to be as comfortable as possible in that cold environment. 

When the doctor came in he said he had looked over my chart and said that my last gastric emptying study had been "iffy", whatever that means. Whenever the doctors bring up the study they each say something different. This time it was "iffy". I wish they would come to a consensus about it. The he asked me what was going on and for how long. When I explained I had been in indescribable pain for several days he said "the ER is not for chronic conditions it's for when your stomach is bursting open."

Thanks, Doc. 

He also said "I don't care if you're a cop, a doctor, a priest, or Mother Teresa, do you use marajuana, cocaine, or meth?"...uh, no. I've never been asked that before, so that was an odd and interesting interaction. 

He, like most others--until they meet me--have never heard of the GASTRIC pacemaker, so I schooled him on the Gastric Pacemaker and it's purpose. His ears perked up then and he became fairly interested in what was going on then

He did some tests...blood, an x-ray...gave me some medicine and when it all came back normal--as usual--he sent me on my way home.

Just once I would like for a doctor in the ER or urgent care to act like they give two rips about me even though I'm a chronically ill patient. We see SO many doctors and have SO many tests and SO many procedures, why on EARTH would we want to go to the emergency room unless we have to??! A little dignity and respect would be awesome to experience when going in rather than being lectured.