What I didn’t eat Wednesday….

Also the blog of the books I haven’t been reading and the places I haven’t gone and the things I didn’t do.

A lot of bloggers participate in this roundup called What I Ate Wednesday, showcasing their meals for that day or (more typically) one of the previous two, as well as typically talking about their daily activities.

Well, I didn’t eat this:

c. last Thursday. Also pretty much half of my good nights.

Or this:

c. Thursday as well.

Or even this:

c. Saturday morning

I mentioned in Monday’s post that, despite initially thinking Saturday was a good day, I got sick Saturday evening and had been feeling poorly since then. Well…that hasn’t really stopped. This “episode” has just dragged on (and on and on and on.) Barring a four hour window on Tuesday when I managed to get some medicine to work, I haven’t been able to eat anything. For the last couple of days, despite not being hungry, I’ve been trying at my parents’ behest, but it just hasn’t worked.

I’ve had episodes this bad before, but leaving aside the ones in Oxford (when I was still in the initial stages of this illness and had a body more able to withstand this kind of thing), I’ve always ended up in the hospital from dehydration by this point. The good thing about my NJ tube is that it has prevented that from becoming a necessity again. (Avoiding the hospital = very good thing.) But it’s also kept me kind of floating along just before that stage. I’d put on a few much needed pounds in my first week and a half with the tube, but in the last few days, they all came off. I’ve been popping Zofran like candy and while it has provided some relief, it hasn’t substantially changed things. (Zofran is the anti-nausea medicine usually given to chemo patients, for what it’s worth.) I tried another medicine that I’d had a less than fabulous reaction to previously (out of desperation, really) to no avail.

Knowing that things couldn’t continue like this, we contacted my doctors yesterday. The resolution that came last night.

1. I have a new medication, which I think will work.

2. I’m supposed to wait on trying food until I feel really ready for it, instead of trying every couple of hours. My doctor agrees that it’s just counter productive at this point.

3. I’m going to have feedings during the day, as well as at night, until I can eat some. I’m not getting enough in by only having it at night (as proven by the weight loss), particularly since my overly sensitive gut will only accept a slow drip.

I’m not crazy about the idea of being hooked up to the pump 22 hours a day. It restricts my mobility considerably and I’m usually happy to be rid of it. I won’t be leaving the house for the time being. But it’s much better than tearing up my esophagus and stomach or wasting away or being confined to a hospital bed. Hopefully, it will only be for a day or two.

Hooked up, yo. (Sorry about the wet hair.)

Reading has been difficult in this condition. I’ve found it difficult to concentrate. I reread a couple of light novels, The Second Assistant and The First Assistant. I read a bit more of Exile’s Return, but I’m really saving that until I’m feeling a bit better. I read Flight of Betrayal (written by a family friend; copy received for free), which was a quick read. It’s not very much considering the number of hours I’ve spent in bed not really doing anything. I don’t want to read anything too heavy and I don’t want to read anything too “precious,” if that makes sense. I’m saving the other Isherwood novella, for example, because I want to be able to savor it, to revel in it, and to really appreciate it. I’m not up for that right now.

Any suggestions for easy reads?

What do you like to do when you’re sick?

Love,

Jordan

 

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