Yesterday I had a follow-up with my GP, Doc X. We had a few “uncomfortable” moments…but all in all, a good day!
I did, however, discover a few certain truths. First, pulling out test results and reading the “Impressions” section to a Doc as a way of questioning his interpretations…that can be hazardous to your eardrums! Also, NOT a good lead-in to Q&A time. Second, when asking my Doc for assistance in switching Rheumys, you’d better be as prepared as a first-rate Debate Team to justify your request…and no matter what, he’s gonna take it personally…as if you’re doubting the entire Medical Community!
Another on the list of new-finds is, if your Doc is an “itsy-bitsy-bit” of a control freak, he WILL question any and every diagnosis made by ANYONE but him! It doesn’t help matters when the various and sundry Specialists are leaving the poor guy out-side the loop. *sigh*
But, on the bright side, he did do some med switching. He was FLOORED by the fact that with a diagnosis of Sclero, lymph nodes popping up EVERYWHERE, and increasing amounts of muscle pain, no one had prescribed any type of anti-inflammatory drug. So…no more Advil for me! And (BLESS HIM!) he side-stepped the Prednisone for now and put me on Meloxicam. My jaw already feels better…I can friggin’ SMILE!!!! (doin’ a flip-flop happy dance!)
He also took me off all asthma meds as he now believes I do NOT have asthma, but it’s related to Sclero…*sigh* The long-and-short of it is, I now have to THINK about breathing! Yep folks, apparently you’re autonomic system can crap-out and you’re body no longer tell your lungs to work…then you have to actually REMEMBER to breath! (Which raises even more questions, since the asthma thing was diagnoses 15 years ago…hmmm…) Yet another thing to try to convince swiss-cheese memory to do. (Although, the whole aching-chest-dizzy-ready-to-pass-out thing is a GREAT reminder!)
Oh, and the GI gal? AWESOME! Not only did she LISTEN, take TONS of notes, and answer questions she also took the time to draw me an amazing diagram to explain some test results I had questions about. AND she gets bonus points for not scheduling another colonoscopy! Whoop! Whoop!
Monday I have a test to see how quickly my stomach is emptying. Since my throat is moving out-of-time and my colon is on sabbatical, there’s a good chance my stomach is following their lead. I’ve got new pills to help with the “fire down below” and her hope is it should help with food “moving along”….which means no more burping like a cow eating cabbage every time I eat or drink! The down side is, if it works I’ll never be able to complete my training for Alphabet-Belching or be able to win the Loudest-Longest-Nastiest Belch on the Planet Contest! *sigh*
She also put me on a “safe laxative” with the instructions to play with the dose until I have one “normal” poo a day. Once this is “worked out” there will be an “end” to the expulsions from the posterior end as well!
Ya know, I don’t know what I’ll do to amuse myself once all the sounds and smells are no longer a part of my daily life! I cannot imagine a world without CONSTANT sonic-eruptions that can easily clear a room! What will I do when I can no longer shake windows with the bass-tone vibrato of my belches? I guess I can tell the kids they will soon no longer need their gas-masks…(Now they’re doin’ the happy dance!)
At least I still have the time being, while I’m tweaking the dosage…(giggling maniacally while furiously fanning the air…)*Curious abourt my obscure title? Years ago my kids picked up a phrase from a cartoon show, "Popping a fluffy," in lew of, "I farted." For some reason, it stuck...(Yep, they're just as nuts as I am! *proud-momma-grin*)