it must be spring: I am wearing a Frock.
Haven't updated here for a while, so ..
After all the panic, it looks as though my father has successfully pulled through another medical crisis. It's difficult to be sure, as the hospital won't tell me very much over the 'phone, and my sister - who visits most days - has much else on her mind. I'll believe it when I see it, really: and can't help wondering, in a horribly objective way, whether this is really for the best if what survives has so little quality of life.
Last Friday I had my long-awaited hospital appointment, the aim being to solve my ongoing 'acute pain' issue. (Apparently it is acute if it keeps you awake at night). I thought it was a muscle problem: my GP thought it was early-onset arthritis (noooooooooo!). Have been Russian-rouletting on various drugs - most lately Volterol, typical arthritis treatment, at a fairly high dose (3 times what my brother-in-law, who does have arthritis, is on) which still doesn't really work.
The consultant tested my joints (by wiggling them around and hitting me with a hammer) and declared that I was very flexible, considering. (This will amuse my yoga teacher mightily). He doesn't think it's a joint problem, and he recommends I stop taking the Volterol which is an anti-inflammatory, so not really much use if my joints (or whatever) are not inflamed.
He thinks it's calcium deficiency.
Which has the ring of truth about it, because drinking milk makes me sick, and I'm trying to avoid nearly all dairy products on that basis. (Except pizza. Pizza doesn't count).
So: Volterol in the bin, economy-size Absorbable Calcium with Vitamin D ("take as much as you like, you'll just excrete what you don't need") and ...ah.
Turns out the Volterol did work, a bit, after all. At least, everything hurt a lot once I'd cut the dose. But it is amazing what you can get done in those wakeful hours.
Was pretty much crippled for most of Sunday, which I did intially blame on Picocon's cheap Guinness: but persistence of symptoms indicates I should get off the sofa and go find Paracetamol. After which I should be able to write a con report.
Rest of life ticks along. Sun is shining. Hyacinths are blooming. 'To do' list is burgeoning. Shall prune it.
Haven't updated here for a while, so ..
After all the panic, it looks as though my father has successfully pulled through another medical crisis. It's difficult to be sure, as the hospital won't tell me very much over the 'phone, and my sister - who visits most days - has much else on her mind. I'll believe it when I see it, really: and can't help wondering, in a horribly objective way, whether this is really for the best if what survives has so little quality of life.
Last Friday I had my long-awaited hospital appointment, the aim being to solve my ongoing 'acute pain' issue. (Apparently it is acute if it keeps you awake at night). I thought it was a muscle problem: my GP thought it was early-onset arthritis (noooooooooo!). Have been Russian-rouletting on various drugs - most lately Volterol, typical arthritis treatment, at a fairly high dose (3 times what my brother-in-law, who does have arthritis, is on) which still doesn't really work.
The consultant tested my joints (by wiggling them around and hitting me with a hammer) and declared that I was very flexible, considering. (This will amuse my yoga teacher mightily). He doesn't think it's a joint problem, and he recommends I stop taking the Volterol which is an anti-inflammatory, so not really much use if my joints (or whatever) are not inflamed.
He thinks it's calcium deficiency.
Which has the ring of truth about it, because drinking milk makes me sick, and I'm trying to avoid nearly all dairy products on that basis. (Except pizza. Pizza doesn't count).
So: Volterol in the bin, economy-size Absorbable Calcium with Vitamin D ("take as much as you like, you'll just excrete what you don't need") and ...ah.
Turns out the Volterol did work, a bit, after all. At least, everything hurt a lot once I'd cut the dose. But it is amazing what you can get done in those wakeful hours.
Was pretty much crippled for most of Sunday, which I did intially blame on Picocon's cheap Guinness: but persistence of symptoms indicates I should get off the sofa and go find Paracetamol. After which I should be able to write a con report.
Rest of life ticks along. Sun is shining. Hyacinths are blooming. 'To do' list is burgeoning. Shall prune it.
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Date: Tuesday, February 25th, 2003 04:23 am (UTC)Do you want me to make enquiries?
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Date: Tuesday, February 25th, 2003 04:56 am (UTC)Someone suggested to me that lactose intolerance is primarily genetic in origin. Does your friend have Oriental genes? (Have 1/8 Japanese from great-grandmother).
I should add that in my experience, the more one avoids a non-tolerated substance, the worse the intolerance gets. Oh, and that I have no problem with coffee-with-milk in the USA. Here, standard Starbucks cappucino will make me nauseous at best. Any clue?
Lactose intolerance?
Date: Tuesday, February 25th, 2003 12:17 pm (UTC)Despite all my frothing in separate message, I don't want you to think I want to plaster my idea of what is wrong with you all over what you are experiencing. But I am intensely interested in this, well, range of physical disorder. You have to follow up on whatever works for you, and study your condition, because believe me you have a lot more at stake than anyone who is treating you.
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Date: Tuesday, February 25th, 2003 09:43 am (UTC)This sounds sadly familiar
Date: Tuesday, February 25th, 2003 11:55 am (UTC)I found a massage therapist who specialized in fibromyalgia issues, and she was really a help. Largely autodidact on this particular matter, although she was licensed for deep-tissue massage. She suggested the dairy-free diet. Haven't seen her in months, as going to the gym has made a further improvement in my condition -- no more pain meds on a day-to-day basis, just for crisis fatigue situations when it flares up.
But I've been dealing with this for more than ten years. The first couple of years I pretty much lay around hoping that if I rested enough I would feel better. Instead I got out of condition and felt worse, and couldn't do anything either.
Have I written in Acnestis lately about the non-dairy diet? I've been trying that for just about a year now, and it really has made a huge difference in quality of life (gastrointestinal dept). I am still expecting that they will throw me out of Dairyland any time now, but life goes on even without pizza. Soymilk lattes are not worth the bother to me, I go directly to the espresso (with sugar, cafecitos cubanos). In the summer I'll break out the sorbet recipes again.
Calcium supplements can be really hard on your digestion too. Mileage on that varies, as with many drugs. I was taking so many Tums (calcium carbonate) before I went on the non-dairy diet it seemed pretty ludicrous to worry about my calcium intake. There are some questions about calcium absorption of supplements so having that bit of metabolism screwed up is probably worth looking into.
What can I tell you? Pace your activities.