Thursday, June 27, 2013
What an up and down day, again! I met with a new gastroenterologist today, who was pretty good. He listened to me, paid attention, trusted what I said, and we came up with a plan. I'm going to have another endoscopy for a biopsy to see if the eosinophilic esophagitis is back, and if it is then I'll get a liquid steroid to swallow, instead of the steroid inhaler I used in the past, to treat it. He also told me I can increase my miralax intake as I need to, but considering the high cost he's giving me a prescription for the golytely (sp?) drink that's used when someone is cleaning out for a colonoscopy and use that like the miralax. He also sent in prescriptions for senna and docusate sodium - not sure if insurance will cover it, but we're gunna try! I'll start with one, try it for a few weeks, then if I need another I'll try that. He also seemed to appreciate my explaination of what I feel is causing my GP (Ehlers Danlos complication) and should it get bad again, then he'll be able to help me.
The sucky part of the day happened just as I was leaving to go to the appointment. I had hard time getting up and moving, so I was late getting out the door (I still got there in plenty of time, but I had wanted to leave earlier). It's a good thing I did, because as I was throwing on my clothes and getting my stuff together, I heard my RFID lock on my front door being played with (it makes certain dings and tones when it's being used). At first I didn't realize what was going on, but some guy had pulled up to my house and was trying to break in! I tried to sneak a peek through the window downstairs, but the bushes in front of the window blocked me from getting a good look. I didn't want to walk past the door while he was there (I have a hard enough time with stairs, let alone worrying about who was on the other side of the door!), so as he headed back to his vehicle I got upstairs but the garage roof was in the way so I still couldn't get a good look at the vehicle, and I didn't get a good look at him. Well he not only screwed with my lock (which is dang near impenetrable - it holds up to a glock handgun, a shotgun, even a sledgehammer - and since there's no keyhole no one can do a lock bump to open it), but he tried to force the door open. He never knocked on the door or rang the doorbell - he just tried to get in. He was carrying a camera though. I have no clue what he was doing here! The next driveway down has a house for sale, and if he saw the public notice that my house is going up for sheriff's sale on 7/25 (did he mistake that for 6/25? I need to get the paperwork in to postpone it) maybe he thought the house would be abandoned or something, but no one has a legal right to walk into a house without permission in either case. Not only that, but he didn't knock or ring the doorbell to double check if someone was home, so that's freaky. Well I waited until he was gone, checked to make sure he wasn't on the street, then walked out and called the police as I got in my car. I drove the neighborhood looking for his vehicle, but didn't see it. I had to get to my appointment, so the police called me back while I was driving and I told them what happened. They said they'd drive around and check things out, because I couldn't miss this appointment (I might not have gotten another appt until Sept). I tried to rush through the appt (like that's ever possible) and it took 3 hours to get back home. I saw no damage or any further evidence that he came back, but instead of running other errands like I had wanted to do while I was out, I rushed home and didn't want to leave again. UGH!
BTW, I'm glad I was here when this happened, not out, because even though I'm physically weak, I can scare the crap out of just about anyone just by my voice, if need be. I grew up being bullied and treated like crap by many of the people around me, especially my parents, which means now, when I have to, I have a loud booming voice with wild gestures that will scare off someone pretty well. Also, my cat would've been in danger had he gotten inside, so I would've flipped out and screamed bloody murder. Of course I could've just gone into a tirade about medical issues using techical jargon and creeped him out, or just told him I'm highly contageous and if he doesn't get the antidote in an hour he'll die, then send the cops looking for him at an ER. haha
So yeah, I had a hard time concentrating on the appointment because I was freaked out, but I got through it. I'm going to keep a close eye out for this guy and try to not let the fear rule me, but I'm going to have to try to not let it get to me. I have too many things I need to deal with to be terrified over what might have been a really horrible mistake this guy made without thinking. Still, anyone willing to send positive thoughts my way that this never happens again, I'd happily accept!