Yes, it's more health stuff. Skip away - I shan't be offended.
I knew I was pushing myself with the amount of social I did on Sunday. But the lure of a fabulous event celebrating the start of a new phase of life for two wonderful people was worth it. So I tired myself out and I ate a bunch of things that weren't well-considered. Or maybe it was just coincidence. No regrets, anyway.
This one started like the others, with an early AM (3:30) wake-up, bathroom trip and general badness. I decided I wasn't going to wait around for this to get out of hand, so I took Benadryl straight off, then lay in bed feeling the drug and my body battling it out while my various thought processes raced around in differing degrees of panic.
After about an hour I passed out. Woke up more or less normal time very groggy and disoriented. Benadryl does that to me. So do these "episodes." Choose your cause.
After a lot of brainless waffling I decided that it made as much sense to go in to work as to sit around at home, so I headed to the office. I called my doc after dropping K off and told the secretary I needed to talk with him.
Lahey how do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways:
1. Telling me my doc will be in after 10 AM and he'll call then when in fact you know he won't do callbacks until after 1 PM.
2. A complete and total lack of ability to spell my last name. Despite repeatedly having it spelled to you. For godssakes people, I know it's an unusual name, but it's only nine frelling letters. Combinatorial and repeated f-ups of the name don't amuse me, especially when you're trying to look things up by a name you can't spell. No shit you're not finding the records for "Adam Greenblat" whoever he might be.
3. A communication system that seems to consist entirely of writing paper notes that get dropped on peoples' desks with no follow-up to see if they've been read. Left hand has no clue what right hand is doing.
The latest instance of this involves a failure to communicate to me that I do not need paperwork to go in for the blood test (the lab knows I'm coming and how much blood to draw and what to send it out for testing of) but I do need paperwork for the stool samples. Getting that latter involves me on Monday with all the lack of sleep and cramps and fatigue standing glowering at no fewer than three separate departments (the reception desk != the doctor's secretary != the nursing station) all of whom were supposed to communicate about getting these tests set up.
Eventually I glower enough at the desk that they walk me back to the secretary at whom I glower enough until she walks me to the nurse's station, who have no clue what she's asking about and SHE glowers at them until they hand her a massive paper filing book in which she's able to discover that they've misfiled the piece of paper that would have told them what to do to get me what I need. I neglect to mention that if she'd done more than just toss the paper on their overcluttered desk and walk away we might not be standing around staring frostily at each other.
The last set of tests all came back negative. The next round is more blood work testing for celiac disease, my doctor's theory based on something he saw in the abdominal X ray series, and stool samples testing for cryptosporidium or other parasitic infection, my latest shot-in-the-dark. Neither my doc nor I believe the other's theory, and he absolutely disbelieves my secondary theory, which is that I've got some kind of mold infection. I realize that latter is a complete wild-ass guess, but I am allergic to dietary molds in general (beer, soft cheeses, some wines) and histamine reactions aren't listed in the celiac symptomatology.
I find myself reciting Holmes's dictum that when you have eliminated the impossible whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
On the plus side he's trying to get me an appointment with a GI specialist and isn't happy with the "in a few months" answer he got to his first request. If the current round of tests comes up negative he says he'll use that as leverage, basically saying "we've run out of options - take a look at this NOW."
I knew I was pushing myself with the amount of social I did on Sunday. But the lure of a fabulous event celebrating the start of a new phase of life for two wonderful people was worth it. So I tired myself out and I ate a bunch of things that weren't well-considered. Or maybe it was just coincidence. No regrets, anyway.
This one started like the others, with an early AM (3:30) wake-up, bathroom trip and general badness. I decided I wasn't going to wait around for this to get out of hand, so I took Benadryl straight off, then lay in bed feeling the drug and my body battling it out while my various thought processes raced around in differing degrees of panic.
After about an hour I passed out. Woke up more or less normal time very groggy and disoriented. Benadryl does that to me. So do these "episodes." Choose your cause.
After a lot of brainless waffling I decided that it made as much sense to go in to work as to sit around at home, so I headed to the office. I called my doc after dropping K off and told the secretary I needed to talk with him.
Lahey how do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways:
1. Telling me my doc will be in after 10 AM and he'll call then when in fact you know he won't do callbacks until after 1 PM.
2. A complete and total lack of ability to spell my last name. Despite repeatedly having it spelled to you. For godssakes people, I know it's an unusual name, but it's only nine frelling letters. Combinatorial and repeated f-ups of the name don't amuse me, especially when you're trying to look things up by a name you can't spell. No shit you're not finding the records for "Adam Greenblat" whoever he might be.
3. A communication system that seems to consist entirely of writing paper notes that get dropped on peoples' desks with no follow-up to see if they've been read. Left hand has no clue what right hand is doing.
The latest instance of this involves a failure to communicate to me that I do not need paperwork to go in for the blood test (the lab knows I'm coming and how much blood to draw and what to send it out for testing of) but I do need paperwork for the stool samples. Getting that latter involves me on Monday with all the lack of sleep and cramps and fatigue standing glowering at no fewer than three separate departments (the reception desk != the doctor's secretary != the nursing station) all of whom were supposed to communicate about getting these tests set up.
Eventually I glower enough at the desk that they walk me back to the secretary at whom I glower enough until she walks me to the nurse's station, who have no clue what she's asking about and SHE glowers at them until they hand her a massive paper filing book in which she's able to discover that they've misfiled the piece of paper that would have told them what to do to get me what I need. I neglect to mention that if she'd done more than just toss the paper on their overcluttered desk and walk away we might not be standing around staring frostily at each other.
The last set of tests all came back negative. The next round is more blood work testing for celiac disease, my doctor's theory based on something he saw in the abdominal X ray series, and stool samples testing for cryptosporidium or other parasitic infection, my latest shot-in-the-dark. Neither my doc nor I believe the other's theory, and he absolutely disbelieves my secondary theory, which is that I've got some kind of mold infection. I realize that latter is a complete wild-ass guess, but I am allergic to dietary molds in general (beer, soft cheeses, some wines) and histamine reactions aren't listed in the celiac symptomatology.
I find myself reciting Holmes's dictum that when you have eliminated the impossible whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
On the plus side he's trying to get me an appointment with a GI specialist and isn't happy with the "in a few months" answer he got to his first request. If the current round of tests comes up negative he says he'll use that as leverage, basically saying "we've run out of options - take a look at this NOW."
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Date: 2007-04-03 04:15 pm (UTC)A friend of Matt's who went through similar issued suggested I see an allergy doc at the Marino Center, Dr. Alex Bingham. His theory is that otherwise healthy adults can suffer chronic candidiasis primarily caused by diet. OH, and candidiasis can be tested for, but most labs don't do the kind of special testing required. A disclaimer though, most of the medical establishment doesn't agree with Dr. Bingham on this, so he's in the minority and considered on the fringes.
Anyways, to make a long story short I went through a crazy elimination diet about two years ago and lost 45lbs in the process! I also went through what I can only describe as withdrawal symptoms, full body aches, nausea, diarrhea, headaches, etc., for about a week and eventually came out the other side feeling great! It meant cutting out processed sugar, wheat, soy, egg, dairy fermented foods, basically anything with mold.
I discovered that wheat (although I'm not a celiac), soy and especially processed sugars were causing me all or most of the IBS symptoms of years past. When I don't eat those foods, I'm essentially IBS-free.
Anyways, this may not apply to your situation, but since you mentioned your theory of dietary mold allergies, I thought it might be helpful. I highly recommend Dr. Bingham! If you think it might be allergies he might be worth a try.
I hope you figure it out soon!
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Date: 2007-04-03 04:19 pm (UTC)My brother had IBS and at one point his diet was down to steak and jell-o. Seriously. So I'm familiar with what I might have to do.
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Date: 2007-04-03 05:51 pm (UTC)By adjusting my diet and adding 1-2grams of Omega 3s to my diet daily I am asthma free (no steroids for 5+ years) and have no other symptoms when I stick to my diet, which sounds hard to do but isn't if you don't eat processed foods.
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Date: 2007-04-03 05:12 pm (UTC)In what world is that acceptable?
Sorry, that just has the suck written all over it.
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Date: 2007-04-03 05:28 pm (UTC)(Aside: while I was trying to browbeat the front desk into solving my problem Monday I got to watch an exchange between a nice little old couple and the appointment secretary. The gist seemed to be that they couldn't get in to see the doc they wanted until August because it was an unscheduled "general exam". The secretary plaintively explained that if the woman would have another episode of severe back pain then she could get them in to see the doc next week, but since she wasn't in extreme pain right that moment the best that could be arranged was August.)
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Date: 2007-04-03 07:24 pm (UTC)and i would have to agree with the person above that it does not sound at all reasonable to wait three months to figure out something that is affecting you this much if there is any way of avoiding it.
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Date: 2007-04-03 07:45 pm (UTC)It certainly sounds like something you may be eating. Try keeping a food diary, write down everything you eat, down to the last jelly bean. And keep track of any symptoms you may have. After two or three instances, compare the diet on the days you were ill. I had to do this to figure out my migraine triggers a while back and more recently again to figure out what was triggering some of my GI issues. Turns out I have sensitivities to durum and soy.
I will say, with my GI issues the doctors were at a loss too. So I did a little research and started the food diary. Now I just avoid the things that I have bad reactions to.
Good Luck, hope youare feeling better soon.
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Date: 2007-04-03 07:51 pm (UTC)But, has your doctor checked your gallbladder? I know two different people who were forced to suffer bizarre digestive symptoms for months before they were finally diagnosed with gallbladder problems. I don't think that would explain the histamine reaction, though...
Good luck with this. I know it must be extremely frustrating that they can't figure out what is happening.
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Date: 2007-04-03 11:35 pm (UTC)I and at least 3 other people got diarrhea from Sunday's potluck.
I have IBS (or something; I don't have the energy to figure out what exactly) and am prone to diarrhea, but Monday's event was clearly something considerably more extreme and short-term.
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