I am having the hardest time snapping out of this funk.
Monday we had to go to the big city for my son's ortho appointment. DH took the afternoon off work to go with. I drove. It was the first time I had driven a car since before my surgery. I don't get out much, do I? lol
I was okay. I tried my best to be cheerful. We had to go to Sam's for some things that are much cheaper than we can buy locally. I ended up getting some lovely plastic 20 oz. insulated BPA free glasses which are colorful and cheerful. If I have to drink like a fiend, I might as well drink out of a pretty glass, right? But the rest of the Sam's Club excursion? BIG mistake. We went up and down the food aisles. At first I joked and said, "I can't have that anymore." We all laughed. Then it got depressing. Everywhere I looked there were things I couldn't have. I ended up teary eyed, pretending to be cheerful but inside--uh huh, I was so sad.
After that, DS had his appointment and then we went to Best Buy. That store is just heavenly--all the coolest techy gadgets. We all had a bad case of the "I wants" while there. BUT then my kidney really started hurting. I was almost shaking and told DH I simply had to leave. Way to put a damper on our day out.
On the way out of town, DH stopped at the local grocery store that has a Starbucks and bought me a tall decaf. I can have that. Wow, was that heavenly.
When we got home? I kicked off my shoes and crawled into bed. I was in that pissy mood once again. That lasted all Monday night until about 6:30 a.m. Couldn't sleep. Saw DH off to work and then I crawled back into bed for about 3 1/2 hours.
Someone asked about our school. School is not suffering at all. For some strange reason, this year I decided to buy a computer program called Switched on Schoolhouse for my son. I never do this, we're usually much more eclectic, but I did it. My son does his school on his own because everything he needs is there. All I have to do is answer questions he has along the way, and check his progress. He's doing very, very well. He's a hard worker and will even do school when our public school has snow days. I give him the option of a free day (sometimes) on those days, but he chooses to do his work. So that's not a concern at all. Thankfully I went that route this year.
So Tuesday I blogged, surfed a bit, but was shaking, exhausted, upset to the point I just could not relax for anything. Then I had a light bulb moment. Xanax. I popped one. It just helped to ease the stress from my body until I got sleepy. I ended up napping for an hour and feeling a bit better. I took one again that evening because when I stood, I couldn't stop shaking my leg. I'm a knee shaker when I sit, and that turned into leg shaking while standing. DH noticed it and called me on it. So I had a good, long peaceful sleep.
Today? Another pity party. DS was really, really sick. He's running a fever and he slept off and on. You know a kid is sick when he doesn't even want to watch TV or any of his DVDs. Poor thing. So I took care of him, feigned cheerfulness, but I was still in a mood.
I thought about doing a workout. I thought about getting out of the house, but since DS was sick, I chose not to. I thought about a workout again--actually many times throughout the day--but I didn't.
For the life of me, I cannot figure this out. I was counting the days, the minutes, the seconds until I could plug a DVD in and GO. Now? It's as if I'm scared to take the plunge. I have done two mile-long walking workouts post surgery. That's it. I wasn't quite ready for them. I had no idea the recovery from this "easy" surgery would be so difficult.
I need to snap out of this and fast. I'm really being a Debbie Downer. I'm closing my eyes to all new food possibilities because I can't have what I want. I've always been able to make change by going slow. Eliminate one thing at a time, add one thing at a time. It worked and worked well. Now? Slam, bam, a huge list of no's is facing me and I'm revolting. Tell me I can't have something and I want it all the more.
SNAP OUT OF IT!!!!!!!!
Tomorrow I'm going to do *something* physical. I would really love to plug in a Firm VHS or DVD and do it. I'll settle for a walking workout. Something. Anything. I always said that my workouts were my anti-depressants. Well, if I've ever needed one, it's NOW.
2.10.2011
2.09.2011
Hungry for Breakfast!
I desperately need help with breakfast ideas. This is the worst hurdle in this change of diet for me.
When I was a kid, I ate Kellogg's 40% Bran Flakes every morning. I loved them with all my heart. Yes, there were times as a kid that mom would buy Cap'n Crunch or Count Chocula, which were rare treats. She'd even buy Cheerios on occasion, but my day did not start well unless I had my Kellogg's 40% Bran Flakes.
As time went on, Kellogg's changed the name of the cereal to Kellogg's Complete. I still ate them every single morning for breakfast without fail.
Within recent years, the name changed yet again. They are now called Kellogg's All Bran Complete. This is one of my very favorite things. It's one thing I would request if I was going to be stranded on a desert island (along with the milk to go with them).
When I started this health journey, I changed things a bit. I had one serving of my bran flakes and one serving of Fiber One. Pure heaven. 20 grams of fiber to start the day. Very filling. Just over 250 calories that would fill me up until lunch. I'd usually have a banana or orange juice to go with them.
No more. My beloved bran flakes have 141 mg of oxalate in them. Fiber One has 142 mg of oxalate per serving.
I am so lost with breakfast now. Yes, I'm aware these cereals are a processed food. They are one of the few processed foods that I eat--ate.
This week, hubby brought home a box of Cheerios. Not bad, but man oh man, I was hungry an hour after eating them. Last night he brought home some Quaker oat square things that look like shredded wheat. I tried a bowl--GROSS.
I don't know what to eat for breakfast. I do NOT cook for breakfast. I cannot tolerate eggs first thing in the morning. I love them for lunch or dinner, but my tummy doesn't do well having them for breakfast. Oatmeal--I can take it or leave it. It's a breakfast food that I really enjoy for dinner. I just don't like hot food in the morning other than coffee.
What do I eat? I'm not a morning person at all, so I won't be making a smoothie. I just want something I can blindly pour and eat.
Help!
Any cereal I buy cannot have high fructose corn cereal. It cannot be wheat based or have whole wheat. Both of those are high oxalate. I cannot have toast with peanut butter. Peanut butter is a no-no.
Damn, I'm HUNGRY. My days are just off. More times than not, such as this morning at 11:45, I am just not eating anything. That is HORRIBLE. It is so bad for the metabolism. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
So no eggs, limited choices with cereal, nothing hot, nothing that requires brain cells to prepare because mine don't kick in until noon. Actually, whatever I eat needs to be low protein.
Any ideas?
When I was a kid, I ate Kellogg's 40% Bran Flakes every morning. I loved them with all my heart. Yes, there were times as a kid that mom would buy Cap'n Crunch or Count Chocula, which were rare treats. She'd even buy Cheerios on occasion, but my day did not start well unless I had my Kellogg's 40% Bran Flakes.
As time went on, Kellogg's changed the name of the cereal to Kellogg's Complete. I still ate them every single morning for breakfast without fail.
Within recent years, the name changed yet again. They are now called Kellogg's All Bran Complete. This is one of my very favorite things. It's one thing I would request if I was going to be stranded on a desert island (along with the milk to go with them).
When I started this health journey, I changed things a bit. I had one serving of my bran flakes and one serving of Fiber One. Pure heaven. 20 grams of fiber to start the day. Very filling. Just over 250 calories that would fill me up until lunch. I'd usually have a banana or orange juice to go with them.
No more. My beloved bran flakes have 141 mg of oxalate in them. Fiber One has 142 mg of oxalate per serving.
I am so lost with breakfast now. Yes, I'm aware these cereals are a processed food. They are one of the few processed foods that I eat--ate.
This week, hubby brought home a box of Cheerios. Not bad, but man oh man, I was hungry an hour after eating them. Last night he brought home some Quaker oat square things that look like shredded wheat. I tried a bowl--GROSS.
I don't know what to eat for breakfast. I do NOT cook for breakfast. I cannot tolerate eggs first thing in the morning. I love them for lunch or dinner, but my tummy doesn't do well having them for breakfast. Oatmeal--I can take it or leave it. It's a breakfast food that I really enjoy for dinner. I just don't like hot food in the morning other than coffee.
What do I eat? I'm not a morning person at all, so I won't be making a smoothie. I just want something I can blindly pour and eat.
Help!
Any cereal I buy cannot have high fructose corn cereal. It cannot be wheat based or have whole wheat. Both of those are high oxalate. I cannot have toast with peanut butter. Peanut butter is a no-no.
Damn, I'm HUNGRY. My days are just off. More times than not, such as this morning at 11:45, I am just not eating anything. That is HORRIBLE. It is so bad for the metabolism. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
So no eggs, limited choices with cereal, nothing hot, nothing that requires brain cells to prepare because mine don't kick in until noon. Actually, whatever I eat needs to be low protein.
Any ideas?
2.07.2011
MAJOR Meltdown
I had a meltdown this weekend the likes of which I don't think my family has ever witnessed. It was not pretty.
I was angry--I was fuming mad. I was sad to the point I just burst out bawling at the drop of a hat. I was more emotional than I think I ever have been.
This started Friday. Saturday my Low Oxalate Cookbook and Kidney Stone book arrived from Amazon. I am not a violent person. Let me just admit, though, that I got so piping hot mad that I threw that Kidney Stone book across the room. I threw it three different times.
Not necessarily proud of my behavior.
However, I was truly depressed. I was despondent, I had to give up some of my very favorite foods. Almonds? I eat almonds every single day. They're one of my very favorite things, and they're SOOOO good for your heart. Never again, because they are horribly high in oxalate. Tomato sauces, bean burritos, my bran flakes, this, that and the other...all gone.
When I was a touch calmer, I said to my husband, "How would you feel if you were told you could no longer eat your favorite foods?" Then I listed his favorites. Ever again, never, no more, history, no more favorite foods. He felt for me and tried to share that with me but I didn't want to be consoled. I just needed to vent, fume, cry and have a big temper tantrum.
Last night hubby slept on the couch (gee, I wonder why) and I was up all night. I tried to sleep, but I kept getting angry, would hop out of bed and pace.
I had had it. I was done. This get healthy thing was total BS. I've been sicker than I ever have in my life since starting this journey. Pain, pain, pain. Come on, three surgeries in less than two years? I was done. I repeated that all weekend. Done. I don't care. I even took off my fitbit and said no more. I haven't put it back on. I decided I was done exercising. Why bother? It produces sweat and I will have to drink so much more water to make up for the loss, I'm sure I'd have to go potty during an hour-long workout to boot. Didn't matter that I love it, I decided I'd find something else to love.
Yup, my life was literally in the toilet.
Toilet. Yes, that's one of the reasons I was so pissed off. Since upping my fluid intake to a cup an hour, I have been on that toilet about every 20 minutes. I cannot hold it, I have to go. I have always had a weak bladder, and this was the final straw. Picture me in a melodramatic mood crying, "My life is literally in the toilet." The realist in me knows that statement is true, but I sure was in drama queen mode.
I actually shut my computer off and didn't log on all weekend. I have never done that! I was going to take the blog down, I was going to close my Facebook, I was going to quit visiting my favorite forums. I was in passive aggressive mode, letting my inner bitch shine though. I was hurting. I was sad. I was scared. I was a mess.
This morning my husband got up and we talked over a cup of coffee. He had a good night's sleep, I had not slept at all. I told him I was so mad at myself, that I was the one who ruined my health in the first place with poor choices. His response? B*llsh*t. He told me to quit living in the past, and if I must look at the past, look at the last two years where I had literally worked my but off. He reminded me of all the fantastic health improvements I had made. I was still in a pissy mood, excused myself, and went to bed.
I slept from about 6:30 until noon. I woke up and I just felt better. My mom came to mind. In fact, I had dreamt about her. I remember her telling me that it was very common for people to suffer depressive episodes after surgeries. I thought on that awhile. Talked with hubby awhile and thanked him for his positive words because I really think that they helped pull me out of that dark place. I also told hubby that this dark place that I was in was just from exhaustion. It was exhaustion and frustration of three surgeries in two years two of which were probably unnecessary, of not being diagnosed correctly, of all the flipping pain that I had endured for so long, of the worry, the stress, and then the wonderful surgery to end my suffering which turned out to be torture during the recovery. I had not expected that at all. So the day the stent came out was to be a day of celebration. Instead, I was told what all I had to give up. It was no celebration, it was the straw that broke the camel's back.
So tonight, as I'm sitting here, I'm glad the weekend is over. I think I needed the darkness so I could see the light. I think that spark is back, that fight, that determination. I think I'll be okay.
I have made small changes all along this journey. Some of the changes I make with the new diet will have to come slowly, others quickly. A few things I am giving up immediately. Others I will have to work at. I will have to study my diet, look for alternatives, find new recipes. What a royal pain in the butt.
The water/bathroom issue I have come up with a solution. The fact is, when I leave the house or have to drive somewhere, I simply cannot drink. However, if I eat a meal out while I'm away, we can take our time and I can start by drinking a glass of water before we eat, and another after. Then I can sit and relax a bit and then hit the bathroom. The minute I get home, I can drink water again every hour. I can do as that book suggested and drink before bed, get up in the middle of the night to go--I already do that a couple times a night anyway.
The point is, I don't have to be PERFECT. I can do my best--and I usually do put 100% into something I attempt. I can compromise. Perfectionism is one of my downfalls.
So there you have it. A glimpse into my not-so-perfect world, a view of me in my worst possible light. I'm human. I am 45, I have temper tantrums and pity parties. Fortunately, I snap out of it.
The fitbit is going back on first thing tomorrow morning. I'm still not ready to push things as my kidney is still talking to me. I had a false start, got some good steps in two days, but the kidney has been uncomfortable. So it's telling me to hang on just a bit longer. I can do that.
I can do that. I can and I will. Slow and steady wins the race. Good words to live by.
I was angry--I was fuming mad. I was sad to the point I just burst out bawling at the drop of a hat. I was more emotional than I think I ever have been.
This started Friday. Saturday my Low Oxalate Cookbook and Kidney Stone book arrived from Amazon. I am not a violent person. Let me just admit, though, that I got so piping hot mad that I threw that Kidney Stone book across the room. I threw it three different times.
Not necessarily proud of my behavior.
However, I was truly depressed. I was despondent, I had to give up some of my very favorite foods. Almonds? I eat almonds every single day. They're one of my very favorite things, and they're SOOOO good for your heart. Never again, because they are horribly high in oxalate. Tomato sauces, bean burritos, my bran flakes, this, that and the other...all gone.
When I was a touch calmer, I said to my husband, "How would you feel if you were told you could no longer eat your favorite foods?" Then I listed his favorites. Ever again, never, no more, history, no more favorite foods. He felt for me and tried to share that with me but I didn't want to be consoled. I just needed to vent, fume, cry and have a big temper tantrum.
Last night hubby slept on the couch (gee, I wonder why) and I was up all night. I tried to sleep, but I kept getting angry, would hop out of bed and pace.
I had had it. I was done. This get healthy thing was total BS. I've been sicker than I ever have in my life since starting this journey. Pain, pain, pain. Come on, three surgeries in less than two years? I was done. I repeated that all weekend. Done. I don't care. I even took off my fitbit and said no more. I haven't put it back on. I decided I was done exercising. Why bother? It produces sweat and I will have to drink so much more water to make up for the loss, I'm sure I'd have to go potty during an hour-long workout to boot. Didn't matter that I love it, I decided I'd find something else to love.
Yup, my life was literally in the toilet.
Toilet. Yes, that's one of the reasons I was so pissed off. Since upping my fluid intake to a cup an hour, I have been on that toilet about every 20 minutes. I cannot hold it, I have to go. I have always had a weak bladder, and this was the final straw. Picture me in a melodramatic mood crying, "My life is literally in the toilet." The realist in me knows that statement is true, but I sure was in drama queen mode.
I actually shut my computer off and didn't log on all weekend. I have never done that! I was going to take the blog down, I was going to close my Facebook, I was going to quit visiting my favorite forums. I was in passive aggressive mode, letting my inner bitch shine though. I was hurting. I was sad. I was scared. I was a mess.
This morning my husband got up and we talked over a cup of coffee. He had a good night's sleep, I had not slept at all. I told him I was so mad at myself, that I was the one who ruined my health in the first place with poor choices. His response? B*llsh*t. He told me to quit living in the past, and if I must look at the past, look at the last two years where I had literally worked my but off. He reminded me of all the fantastic health improvements I had made. I was still in a pissy mood, excused myself, and went to bed.
I slept from about 6:30 until noon. I woke up and I just felt better. My mom came to mind. In fact, I had dreamt about her. I remember her telling me that it was very common for people to suffer depressive episodes after surgeries. I thought on that awhile. Talked with hubby awhile and thanked him for his positive words because I really think that they helped pull me out of that dark place. I also told hubby that this dark place that I was in was just from exhaustion. It was exhaustion and frustration of three surgeries in two years two of which were probably unnecessary, of not being diagnosed correctly, of all the flipping pain that I had endured for so long, of the worry, the stress, and then the wonderful surgery to end my suffering which turned out to be torture during the recovery. I had not expected that at all. So the day the stent came out was to be a day of celebration. Instead, I was told what all I had to give up. It was no celebration, it was the straw that broke the camel's back.
So tonight, as I'm sitting here, I'm glad the weekend is over. I think I needed the darkness so I could see the light. I think that spark is back, that fight, that determination. I think I'll be okay.
I have made small changes all along this journey. Some of the changes I make with the new diet will have to come slowly, others quickly. A few things I am giving up immediately. Others I will have to work at. I will have to study my diet, look for alternatives, find new recipes. What a royal pain in the butt.
The water/bathroom issue I have come up with a solution. The fact is, when I leave the house or have to drive somewhere, I simply cannot drink. However, if I eat a meal out while I'm away, we can take our time and I can start by drinking a glass of water before we eat, and another after. Then I can sit and relax a bit and then hit the bathroom. The minute I get home, I can drink water again every hour. I can do as that book suggested and drink before bed, get up in the middle of the night to go--I already do that a couple times a night anyway.
The point is, I don't have to be PERFECT. I can do my best--and I usually do put 100% into something I attempt. I can compromise. Perfectionism is one of my downfalls.
So there you have it. A glimpse into my not-so-perfect world, a view of me in my worst possible light. I'm human. I am 45, I have temper tantrums and pity parties. Fortunately, I snap out of it.
The fitbit is going back on first thing tomorrow morning. I'm still not ready to push things as my kidney is still talking to me. I had a false start, got some good steps in two days, but the kidney has been uncomfortable. So it's telling me to hang on just a bit longer. I can do that.
I can do that. I can and I will. Slow and steady wins the race. Good words to live by.
2.03.2011
Dietary Restrictions
The most important:
1) Drink so much water that urine is clear.
2) Reduced Salt Diet. No more than 2300 mg of salt a day. (VERY difficult and I'm not a salter!)
3) Drink lots of lemonade. (yuck, but I'll put Real Lemon in my water.)
In the info I was given:
drink 8-10 ounces of liquid each hour you are awake
drink more when exercising, when it's hot or when ill
water is best to drink between meals
drink milk with food, especially high oxalate food
1200 mg of calcium a day--good choices:
milk, yogurt, pudding, low fat and nonfat ice cream, and swiss, cheddar and mozzarella cheese
No more than 100 mg oxalate per day--this is the toughie!
Aviod:
grapefruit juice
tea
beets
beet greens
spinach
swiss chard
rhubarb
star fruit
All Bran (I eat this daily!!!--correction, I used to eat it daily)
buckwheat flour
granola
soy milk, any variety
almonds (I eat these daily for heart healthy fat!)
mixed nuts
sesame seeds
tahini
There's a list of medium-oxalate foods with the limited amounts I can eat. Includes all my favorite beans, sweet potato, tomato paste, fruits, bran cereals, soy products, nuts and....CHOCOLATE
Only 3 ounces of meat, chicken or fish twice daily. HORROR!
High fructose corn syrup increases the risk for developing kidney stones.
~~~~~
Okay, so it doesn't look that bad on paper (or screen) but when I stop and consider I am picky when it comes to veggies, it's not that easy. Plus, I'm trying to do a heart healthy diet and the two don't go together too well. What's good for the heart isn't necessarily good for the kidneys.
Further research on the Internet gives more highly restricted lists. The no-eat foods on this list have the same oxalate value as many foods that I love that did not make the list. I'm only allowed 100 mg oxalate a day...well, this may turn into the starvation diet.
It's scary as hell to me. The 3-ounce meat rule? Well, I usually eat 5-6 ounces of meat, chicken or fish at a time, so it's almost cut in half. Protein fills me, and that's going to be tough.
I was okay with the info the doctor gave me, but when I started researching oxalate levels in other foods, I had a major freak out. I cried well into the night last night. I've cried many times today. I've also become very angry. Did I do this to myself with my poor choices for all these years? It is what it is, and I'm not happy right now, but there's nothing to do but comply, figure things out, find new normals and bitch and moan about it along the way.
I think that this diet change will probably be one of the most difficult changes I've ever had to make IN MY LIFE. Sounds silly, but I'm a picky eater. And all those foods I hate are foods I will have to embrace. DAMN
This is going to take awhile to get under control. Today I'm already at 1600 mg of sodium and that's just with breakfast and lunch, and I'm allowed 2300. Holy moly, I'll be over.
I have ordered a low oxalate cookbook. (I'll probably gag at every recipe in it. That's the whiner in me being honest. lol)
My body pH is all messed up, I am forming these crystals, I can't help but wonder....could this be a reason why my weight has been SOOO slow at coming off? My chemistry is off.
I'll get there. I'm doing my best, learning, figuring it out. (With a poor attitude, I admit.) I'll get it down, because GOOD HEALTH IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN chocolate or bran flakes or beans or 6 ounces of meat or almonds....
1) Drink so much water that urine is clear.
2) Reduced Salt Diet. No more than 2300 mg of salt a day. (VERY difficult and I'm not a salter!)
3) Drink lots of lemonade. (yuck, but I'll put Real Lemon in my water.)
In the info I was given:
drink 8-10 ounces of liquid each hour you are awake
drink more when exercising, when it's hot or when ill
water is best to drink between meals
drink milk with food, especially high oxalate food
1200 mg of calcium a day--good choices:
milk, yogurt, pudding, low fat and nonfat ice cream, and swiss, cheddar and mozzarella cheese
No more than 100 mg oxalate per day--this is the toughie!
Aviod:
grapefruit juice
tea
beets
beet greens
spinach
swiss chard
rhubarb
star fruit
All Bran (I eat this daily!!!--correction, I used to eat it daily)
buckwheat flour
granola
soy milk, any variety
almonds (I eat these daily for heart healthy fat!)
mixed nuts
sesame seeds
tahini
There's a list of medium-oxalate foods with the limited amounts I can eat. Includes all my favorite beans, sweet potato, tomato paste, fruits, bran cereals, soy products, nuts and....CHOCOLATE
Only 3 ounces of meat, chicken or fish twice daily. HORROR!
High fructose corn syrup increases the risk for developing kidney stones.
~~~~~
Okay, so it doesn't look that bad on paper (or screen) but when I stop and consider I am picky when it comes to veggies, it's not that easy. Plus, I'm trying to do a heart healthy diet and the two don't go together too well. What's good for the heart isn't necessarily good for the kidneys.
Further research on the Internet gives more highly restricted lists. The no-eat foods on this list have the same oxalate value as many foods that I love that did not make the list. I'm only allowed 100 mg oxalate a day...well, this may turn into the starvation diet.
It's scary as hell to me. The 3-ounce meat rule? Well, I usually eat 5-6 ounces of meat, chicken or fish at a time, so it's almost cut in half. Protein fills me, and that's going to be tough.
I was okay with the info the doctor gave me, but when I started researching oxalate levels in other foods, I had a major freak out. I cried well into the night last night. I've cried many times today. I've also become very angry. Did I do this to myself with my poor choices for all these years? It is what it is, and I'm not happy right now, but there's nothing to do but comply, figure things out, find new normals and bitch and moan about it along the way.
I think that this diet change will probably be one of the most difficult changes I've ever had to make IN MY LIFE. Sounds silly, but I'm a picky eater. And all those foods I hate are foods I will have to embrace. DAMN
This is going to take awhile to get under control. Today I'm already at 1600 mg of sodium and that's just with breakfast and lunch, and I'm allowed 2300. Holy moly, I'll be over.
I have ordered a low oxalate cookbook. (I'll probably gag at every recipe in it. That's the whiner in me being honest. lol)
My body pH is all messed up, I am forming these crystals, I can't help but wonder....could this be a reason why my weight has been SOOO slow at coming off? My chemistry is off.
I'll get there. I'm doing my best, learning, figuring it out. (With a poor attitude, I admit.) I'll get it down, because GOOD HEALTH IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN chocolate or bran flakes or beans or 6 ounces of meat or almonds....
2.02.2011
Goodbye Stent!
Well, it's gone, that nasty stent.
I was scared to death for this appointment. I was scared it was going to hurt. My fears were unfounded. It did not hurt and I was very surprised that it took seconds. The doctor said take a deep breath and when you blow out, out comes the stent. It was fast and easy.
It was long, over a foot long, and dark green. It looked like some kind of electrical wire. I was so glad to have it gone.
Took a big pain pill when I got home and I'm glad I did as my kidney was talking to me through that medication.
The bad news: There is still a stone in my right kidney.
The worse news: My diet has to change drastically. That is being saved for another post. It's complicated, and it's overwhelming.
I'm to drink lots of water. He told me that rather than drinking X amount of water, the true test is how much urine you produce. Everyone should produce two quarts of urine a day. That said, no one measures their output. So, the thing to look for is clear urine, so clean that you can read a newspaper through it.
He wants me drinking lots of water and lemonade. I don't like lemonade, plus I don't want the calories or the sugar. I do, however, put lots of Real Lemon in my drinking water. That will have to do. Lemonade is gross to me, always has been.
My stone is mixed calcification, whatever that means. I have to go back in six weeks. I have to collect all my potty for a period of 24 hours and keep it in the fridge! (OH, Gross!!!) Then it gets tested. Then I see the doc again and will get further diet restrictions/advice. The doctor thinks that I may have had a kidney infection along the line somewhere, thus that mixed calcification. That's kind of scary.
So I am SOOOO happy to be rid of the stent. I can start exercising as I feel comfortable. In fact, I did walk one mile with Leslie tonight, but I took it very easy, didn't do knee lifts and barely lifted my feet off the ground. I want to heal.
However, while I'm happy, I am also freaking about about my diet. I'll follow what they gave me but I have questions. I think in six weeks, I will have a book of questions. It would be nice to see a dietitian/nutritionist because I am very concerned over heart health and some things I do for that, such as almonds daily, I am not allowed.
So while it was supposed to be a joyous day, I'm feeling a bit blue over the diet bit. I'll post more about it tomorrow when I've thought through it more.
It's done, though. Thankfully.
I was scared to death for this appointment. I was scared it was going to hurt. My fears were unfounded. It did not hurt and I was very surprised that it took seconds. The doctor said take a deep breath and when you blow out, out comes the stent. It was fast and easy.
It was long, over a foot long, and dark green. It looked like some kind of electrical wire. I was so glad to have it gone.
Took a big pain pill when I got home and I'm glad I did as my kidney was talking to me through that medication.
The bad news: There is still a stone in my right kidney.
The worse news: My diet has to change drastically. That is being saved for another post. It's complicated, and it's overwhelming.
I'm to drink lots of water. He told me that rather than drinking X amount of water, the true test is how much urine you produce. Everyone should produce two quarts of urine a day. That said, no one measures their output. So, the thing to look for is clear urine, so clean that you can read a newspaper through it.
He wants me drinking lots of water and lemonade. I don't like lemonade, plus I don't want the calories or the sugar. I do, however, put lots of Real Lemon in my drinking water. That will have to do. Lemonade is gross to me, always has been.
My stone is mixed calcification, whatever that means. I have to go back in six weeks. I have to collect all my potty for a period of 24 hours and keep it in the fridge! (OH, Gross!!!) Then it gets tested. Then I see the doc again and will get further diet restrictions/advice. The doctor thinks that I may have had a kidney infection along the line somewhere, thus that mixed calcification. That's kind of scary.
So I am SOOOO happy to be rid of the stent. I can start exercising as I feel comfortable. In fact, I did walk one mile with Leslie tonight, but I took it very easy, didn't do knee lifts and barely lifted my feet off the ground. I want to heal.
However, while I'm happy, I am also freaking about about my diet. I'll follow what they gave me but I have questions. I think in six weeks, I will have a book of questions. It would be nice to see a dietitian/nutritionist because I am very concerned over heart health and some things I do for that, such as almonds daily, I am not allowed.
So while it was supposed to be a joyous day, I'm feeling a bit blue over the diet bit. I'll post more about it tomorrow when I've thought through it more.
It's done, though. Thankfully.
1.31.2011
$3125.25
Taken from this blog:
Two surgeries prior to the kidney stone surgery. July of '09, June of '10. Then surgery again in Jan of '11. Why did I have to wait so long for that scan!
I wonder if I've been passing kidney stones all this time--surely it couldn't be the same one, or could it? I read back over my blog and I just got so incredibly sad for myself. That sounds weird. It was as if I had stepped out of my shoes and was reading about someone else, and it just made me sad. Why did she have to suffer so long?
Then I got back in my shoes and remembered all of it, the pain, the frustration, the fact I didn't get pain relief or help or someone thinking outside the gynecologic box.
It was bad. I whined about it a lot here, but my reality was much worse than my whines. I've cried and bawled over all of this. Before I was diagnosed, one night I was in the living room with my family and just started bawling so bad I was shaking violently, I couldn't hold my chin still, and I almost felt as if I would pass out.
This has put such a huge damper on my life. I hardly remember Christmas this year, I was just an emotional and physical mess.
Thank God I made that pain chart. Yes, I was made fun of for making that and I snapped right back. Thank God the gynecologist read it and finally ordered a CT scan. I had assumed it was cycle related. It wasn't. Keeping the chart was the best thing I ever did.
Why did it have to take so long to order the CT scan? Was it the cost? What about the cost of my pain and suffering and my time!!!
The stent has been hell, I won't lie. It's coming out this week, though. I'm afraid of pain after, which is common. It's supposed to be similar to passing a kidney stone as the uterer spasms. It could last a few days. I'm prepared for that. I have the pain meds and I am not afraid to take them.
Right now I'm numb. The reality of one stupid little 8 mm kidney stone has made such a huge impact on my life. I wonder if somehow, some way this has affected my weight loss. Last year sucked for loss--I just wonder if the inflammation--well, I don't know what I wonder. I can count on one hand the times I cheated last year--and my cheats were small, not binges.
God willing, may this be the year of health for me. So many things have improved, may it all come together now. May the weight start coming off again. I'm quite upset as I have gained weight during all this.
The one thing I have learned though all of this, though: I am tough. I am tougher than tough. I am strong. I am determined, I have will power, I have what it takes.
Laughing at that--yes, I've gained a few pounds, some will power. I prefer to call that the result of trauma to the body.
I've got it, I've got the desire, I've got the flame roaring, I'm ready. All I need now is the green light. The weight may come off fast, or it may continue to come off slow. No matter, it's coming off. I'm kicking it to the curb.
$3,125.25. One damned test that costs a few grand could have had me on my way nearly two years ago. Shaking my head at that.
March 31, 2009$3125.25 is the cost of the CT scan and radiologist report that finally diagnosed the true problem. I have had this pain for years. I'd have to order my medical records to know for sure, but if I recall, it started the year we started homeschooling, which was 2004. Same story, same spot, same pain. The pain was nicknamed "the pain" by me and my family.
Yesterday my pain hit me hard. My pain is a pain I get
out of the blue and/or related to my cycle. I have discussed it with my doctor
many times. It's always in the exact same spot, and sometimes it is so bad it
bends me over. Yesterday I had to lie down as it was so bad. This morning I
awoke to it. Motrin does nothing for the pain. Neither did the anti-spasmodic
meds I once took for it. It sucks. What it's telling me today is that my cycle
is about to start.
When I first showed the doctor where the pain was, he
said, "Why, that's your bowel." The way he said it...it was is if he was Goofy.
I've been experiencing this for quite a few years now, and it's no fun. I have
hopes it will go away as I lose weight and get healthier.
Two surgeries prior to the kidney stone surgery. July of '09, June of '10. Then surgery again in Jan of '11. Why did I have to wait so long for that scan!
I wonder if I've been passing kidney stones all this time--surely it couldn't be the same one, or could it? I read back over my blog and I just got so incredibly sad for myself. That sounds weird. It was as if I had stepped out of my shoes and was reading about someone else, and it just made me sad. Why did she have to suffer so long?
Then I got back in my shoes and remembered all of it, the pain, the frustration, the fact I didn't get pain relief or help or someone thinking outside the gynecologic box.
It was bad. I whined about it a lot here, but my reality was much worse than my whines. I've cried and bawled over all of this. Before I was diagnosed, one night I was in the living room with my family and just started bawling so bad I was shaking violently, I couldn't hold my chin still, and I almost felt as if I would pass out.
This has put such a huge damper on my life. I hardly remember Christmas this year, I was just an emotional and physical mess.
Thank God I made that pain chart. Yes, I was made fun of for making that and I snapped right back. Thank God the gynecologist read it and finally ordered a CT scan. I had assumed it was cycle related. It wasn't. Keeping the chart was the best thing I ever did.
Why did it have to take so long to order the CT scan? Was it the cost? What about the cost of my pain and suffering and my time!!!
The stent has been hell, I won't lie. It's coming out this week, though. I'm afraid of pain after, which is common. It's supposed to be similar to passing a kidney stone as the uterer spasms. It could last a few days. I'm prepared for that. I have the pain meds and I am not afraid to take them.
Right now I'm numb. The reality of one stupid little 8 mm kidney stone has made such a huge impact on my life. I wonder if somehow, some way this has affected my weight loss. Last year sucked for loss--I just wonder if the inflammation--well, I don't know what I wonder. I can count on one hand the times I cheated last year--and my cheats were small, not binges.
God willing, may this be the year of health for me. So many things have improved, may it all come together now. May the weight start coming off again. I'm quite upset as I have gained weight during all this.
The one thing I have learned though all of this, though: I am tough. I am tougher than tough. I am strong. I am determined, I have will power, I have what it takes.
Laughing at that--yes, I've gained a few pounds, some will power. I prefer to call that the result of trauma to the body.
I've got it, I've got the desire, I've got the flame roaring, I'm ready. All I need now is the green light. The weight may come off fast, or it may continue to come off slow. No matter, it's coming off. I'm kicking it to the curb.
$3,125.25. One damned test that costs a few grand could have had me on my way nearly two years ago. Shaking my head at that.
1.28.2011
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Today I hereby update my status to "just uncomfortable," about a level 2-3 on the pain scale of 1-10. Let's hope it lasts or gets better. No medications again today! Woo-hoo, that means I have a clear mind.
I do know my blog design is set to expire. I'm really mad because they aren't offering my blog background and I can't find another that I love like I love this one. So being the stubborn girl I am, I'm leaving it until it disappears. Then I'll have to find something else. :-p~~~
My husband is a saint. I got up to go to the bathroom last night (I can only sleep about two hours before having to wake up to go!) and when I got back to the bed, the cat had barfed all over it. So in the wee hours of the night, DH and I changed the sheets. I don't even recall him complaining about "the damned cat." (He loves our cats very much--that's actually a warped term of endearment.) DH was just very sweet and offered immediately to help.
Hubby also did all the grocery shopping again tonight. He's just a keeper! My son has been doing a lot of the cooking. I've got two good guys here.
I always feel so negative here, and it has been for so long, so it's good to have a couple positives.
I do know my blog design is set to expire. I'm really mad because they aren't offering my blog background and I can't find another that I love like I love this one. So being the stubborn girl I am, I'm leaving it until it disappears. Then I'll have to find something else. :-p~~~
My husband is a saint. I got up to go to the bathroom last night (I can only sleep about two hours before having to wake up to go!) and when I got back to the bed, the cat had barfed all over it. So in the wee hours of the night, DH and I changed the sheets. I don't even recall him complaining about "the damned cat." (He loves our cats very much--that's actually a warped term of endearment.) DH was just very sweet and offered immediately to help.
Hubby also did all the grocery shopping again tonight. He's just a keeper! My son has been doing a lot of the cooking. I've got two good guys here.
I always feel so negative here, and it has been for so long, so it's good to have a couple positives.
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