It's 2:12 am.
I've started a load of laundry, and folded a load of towels. I put the last few dessert plates in the dishwasher and ran it. I've looked at Sarah's latest pictures. And here I am.
Yesterday, which still feels like today, was busy. I won't bore you with details. By 7:45 I couldn't hold my eyes open any longer. I went to bed and crashed. Hard. Hence the unfinished evening chores.
But now! I'm very awake. Add in cramping and acid reflux, and we'll have a party.
About 10 days ago I had another test. I ate radioactive scrambled eggs (prepared in a microwave, ugh) and a big glass of orange juice, and then 'they' watched my digestion, looking for delay.
They found it. And since the diagnosis was given over the phone by the nurse, everything I know about Gastroparesis is what I've found on the internet.
My stomach delays digestion, because the Vagus nerve has been damaged, probably because of my blood sugar issues.
Last weekend I started another prescription, this one not covered by insurance, and only carried at some little out-of-the-way pharmacy in Provo, ringing up at $54.
Domperidone is supposed to tell my stomach to digest, and has some glamorous side effects. I'm happy to report that so far, so good. But domperidone is often used to help nursing women lactate. Lucky me. But no, I am not producing milk. Yet.
Is this the conclusion of months of tests and achy gut? I don't know. A friend in my ward is trying to convince me that I need more tests.
I wake up at 3am every morning. Every now and then I go right back to sleep. Rarely.
I hate to think of the ramblings that might show up here if there are any more 3am postings.
2 comments:
Domperidone...sounds like a not so fancy champaign.
Jess, I hope you feel better soon!
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