Today I had a tantrum in the doctors office (okay, it was a full blown melt down…) I went in to get my glucose test results for diabetes. The “food” they fed me at the hospital is pure sugar, and since it goes straight into your blood stream and bypasses all forms of digestion that normally break down sugar, it makes you hella diabetic when you are on it. Once they wean you off of the crap there is still a very good chance that this stuff can trigger your body into having diabetes. Yes, it keeps you alive, but the draw back is many patients on it end up being type 1 diabetics for the rest of their lives. That is one nasty side affect if you ask me. Luckily my test came back fine. No drama there.
I have something going on with my bladder/kidney, I have had it since I came home from the hospital and no one seems to know what the hell it is. I can tell they don’t know because two doctors on two separate occasions said something to the effect of “well, lets see if this works and if is doesn’t let’s try something else.” That statement is not a raging endorsement that they know what they are dealing with. The past three days I have been running a doozy of a fever and I can’t seem to shake it, I’m tired, I have a headache and I’m achy. They have tested, double tested and re-tested my pee and the only thing my urine test is negative for is pregnancy, the rest of it lights up like a 1970’s disco club. So it could be anything.
They want to knock me out again and shove a scope up my bum. (This is where you insert my tantrum.) I honestly freaked out. I realize part of my body has not been cooperating with the healing process, BUT I also think it’s too soon to jump to any conclusions. Recovery for bowel surgery takes time. There is no quick fix, no easy way through. It just takes time. Lot’s of time.
So I put my foot down and had a little shout-fest with my doctor. At the end of the day, it’s my call. All of these extra medical things are residual issues from my surgeries, but are not related to my surgeries in anyway. As for recovery from my surgeries, I am doing great! Not a single solitary problem and I am ahead of schedule. This other crap is from being put under anesthesia three times in three weeks, lying in bed for two weeks with no food or water and getting pumped full of medicines by the gallon.
I’ve been a good sport, following doctors orders and not complaining too much. But yesterday I reached my breaking point. I am more than ready to get back into a normal routine and just enjoy how good I’m feeling. All those little pesky things will go away eventually, until then they really don’t bother me too much.
So, if you are listening medical gods, it’s time to move on. Let it go already.