Well, the CT says no stones...
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wobblerlorri...which astounds me, since I'm certainly passing plenty of sand and tiny stones. The nurse just called to tell me that, and to ask how I'm feeling today -- Dr. E wanted to know if it was maybe muscular pain. I told her it's most definitely NOT muscular -- it's deep, and it just feels different.
I also told her I was keeping track of my fluid input/output today -- so far I've taken in almost 2000 mL since midnight, and I've only put out 675. I'm not dehydrated, I have good skin resiliency, my mucus membranes aren't dry. I've been filtering all my urine too, and I've collected a fair amount of sand and some tiny stones. Still have diarrhea when I try to eat anything, no appetite, and low grade nausea almost constantly. Overall I feel pretty damn shitty, pun intended.
The nurse (Laura is her name) said she'd let Dr. E know, and since I have an appt for tomorrow to come in then with my input/output records and my little basket of stones and dust.
I got to feeling like I could eat a bit of something today, so I had Mike take me up to the Chinese restaurant and I got a large hot and sour soup and 2 eggrolls to go. Half for lunch, half for supper. I thoroughly enjoyed what I had for lunch, but I just finished two marathon sessions of squirting my brains out through my ass, so I have no appetite for eating anything now. It's become a conditioned response now -- the diarrhea makes me not want to eat, because I don't want diarrhea, so I don't eat. I didn't eat at all yesterday, had no diarrhea, and was a happy camper (relatively speaking). I eat today, because I know I need to, had 2 epic bouts 4 hours later, and now don't want to eat even though I know I need to.
If I was a prayin' type person, I'd be doing that, pleading for a resolution, a diagnosis, a treatment. As it is, I just have to rely on Dr. E and my own scrabblings among the medical resources of the internet...
I also told her I was keeping track of my fluid input/output today -- so far I've taken in almost 2000 mL since midnight, and I've only put out 675. I'm not dehydrated, I have good skin resiliency, my mucus membranes aren't dry. I've been filtering all my urine too, and I've collected a fair amount of sand and some tiny stones. Still have diarrhea when I try to eat anything, no appetite, and low grade nausea almost constantly. Overall I feel pretty damn shitty, pun intended.
The nurse (Laura is her name) said she'd let Dr. E know, and since I have an appt for tomorrow to come in then with my input/output records and my little basket of stones and dust.
I got to feeling like I could eat a bit of something today, so I had Mike take me up to the Chinese restaurant and I got a large hot and sour soup and 2 eggrolls to go. Half for lunch, half for supper. I thoroughly enjoyed what I had for lunch, but I just finished two marathon sessions of squirting my brains out through my ass, so I have no appetite for eating anything now. It's become a conditioned response now -- the diarrhea makes me not want to eat, because I don't want diarrhea, so I don't eat. I didn't eat at all yesterday, had no diarrhea, and was a happy camper (relatively speaking). I eat today, because I know I need to, had 2 epic bouts 4 hours later, and now don't want to eat even though I know I need to.
If I was a prayin' type person, I'd be doing that, pleading for a resolution, a diagnosis, a treatment. As it is, I just have to rely on Dr. E and my own scrabblings among the medical resources of the internet...
