Normal blood work... finally!
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
I was sick from the last few days of July through to the beginning of September. So, basically the entire month of August, I was miserable and cranky, and symptomatic. (And I still have occasional relapses, ugh). As a result, I lost my appetite. Unfortunately, most of the medication I am on is calibrated based on my weight and normal food intake. I dropped a significant amount of weight, and my eating patterns changed abruptly, disrupting my medication dosing schedules. But when I informed my doctors of this fact they adopted a wait and see position, and it wasn’t until they had verification in the form of two rounds of wonky blood work that they started adjusting my medication. I don’t get it. I know what’s going on with my body better than anyone else, but they have to have proof, and proof again before they will accept what I have to say as truth. Ugh. Instead of going for blood work every week (at one point it was every two days), for a month, they could have adjusted the dose, and it would have resolved in a week or two... saving everyone time, effort, and of course (the big one), money! Oh well, moot point now. My blood work is finally back to normal as of this mornings blood draw. Of course, I have to get rechecked in one week to make sure it maintained its normal level. If it did... I get to go back to once a month! I am on a blood thinner (among other things) because of a history of pulmonary embolism and stroke, due to a clotting disorder... so it is for life, but I really don’t mind, because it keeps me alive and functional. I just tend to moan about it, in part because of the huge, dark bruises I get when they draw my blood... very dramatic! No hiding them. It also means that I have a visual reminder, to prompt me to moan and whinge... lol...
I am still trying to regain my appetite after being sick. I am having to set an alarm on my phone to remind me to eat, or I just forget. I am just not hungry. Nothing really tickles my fancy. I almost miss the days of cravings. I have very little ambition to cook, so I am sticking to simple, cold salads for the most part. I try to make them visually interesting with intriguing flavor profiles, but still nothing really appeals. I eat interesting food, but I could just as easily eat a bowl of canned soup... meh... I figure if I just keep doing what I am doing, eating interesting food at regular intervals, then eventually my appetite will return. It has to, right? I have always enjoyed food. Sometimes to excess, as evidenced by the fact that I used to be morbidly obese. So this total disinterest in what I am eating feels weird/wrong. I have sensory memories of liking a particular food, but then when I go to eat it, it does not taste nearly as good as my memory of it says it did... Except for Christmas rice pudding... that tastes just like I remember... just as addictive too! (It’s basically just milk-cooked rice and real whipped cream!)
I cannot subsist on rice and whipped cream though! lol
Okay whining finished...
My silver lining for today? The weather is changing this week. Fall is arriving, with cooler temperatures, colorful foliage, and all things apple and Concord grape (we are a big Concord grape producing region, in fact my parents used to have a vineyard).