So once again I'm up in weight. Gained back what I lost last week.
I'm ready to sue WeWa for something... just not sure what.
Let's see...I increased the water, the fruit, the milk. I got rid of bagels and went to oatmeal.
2 more weeks and I'll say fuck it.
So D and I went to the Thrashers game last night, pre-season. It was free thanks to bossman. All day, I didn't want to go, because my side was hurting. It hurts to breathe in, pee or have a BM. But I went. Last night when we got home, I was in a lot of pain. So much I almost went to the ER, but decided I didn't want to be surrounded with gunshot victims and criminals who have to have a physical before going to jail.
So I woke up every time I moved. I went to my doc this morning. He said I have a spastic colon. Tell me something I don't know. I already know I have IBS...I mean who has 5 freaking BMs a day, normally, besides me? So there was no change there. I peed in a cup. My kidneys are fine. He recommended an Ultrasound, and a call to my GI doctor. I go see her every 2 years for this exact thing and it always takes 4 weeks to get in, and by then the pain is gone. But I call the office only to find out she works for KP, which means I can't see her. So I left a message to see someone else. 6 weeks from now, if I still have the pain, I will go see the doctor. In the meantime, I get to go to an US that I know will prove fruitless (this will be my 9th one in 16 years), they'll determine I don't have Chrohn's or Colitis, and that I still have IBS.
I may not go (it'll be out of pocket if I do go).
Oh, because my side hurt to breathe deeply, I didn't go run. The doctor couldn't explain why I can walk faster than I run. He also couldn't explain why I can't lose weight, except maybe the Prozac that I have been on for 21 years (I got every imaginable test last year for the weight thing).
And the icing on the cake...mmm cake... the medicine that I take is having production issues, so the only medicine they can prescribe is one that causes drowsiness.
I might say f-it this afternoon, suck it up and run. I would go get a beer, but from experience, that will hurt quite a lot.
I'm thinking I might start Slim Fast. At least then, my bitchiness can be attributed to something, like starving to death.
OK for real, what am I going to do. But FF Coolwhip and fruit. That will serve as my dessert instead of an ice cream bar. That is what I will give up this week.