As the title of this post says, I don't make this stuff up. If someone were to make it up, I'm not sure if the person would be a fiction writer, a sci-fi writer, a mystery writer, a horror writer, or a fantasy writer. My life is beyond the imagination of any creative person...my life is like the work of a wannabe writer who writes a piece so far out there, that no one will publish it because it's just too ridiculous and no stretch of any readers imagination could follow it.
Do you follow me?
I have pancreatitis. Yup. Recent blood tests produced the diagnosis...which we weren't looking for. I have felt since my surgery that something just isn't right. I'm not interested in eating, and when I do eat my insides hurt. But I hurt when I don't eat too. We were simply chalking up my discomfort to "healing" and having been "very sick".
So I'm on a liquid diet, but not in the hospital yet (since I'm not vomiting). We are waiting for some repeat blood work to determine if I am trending down or up. Ironically, before I left the hospital on August 15, the numbers were already higher than normal.
*the pancreas produces digestive enzymes and can become blocked, inflamed, or infected
On another note...
I had my scheduled telephone check-up from my Rebif nurse, Elsie, the other day. I shared my recent health adventures with her, and then found out that she has to share the information with Health Canada. Health Canada tracks health related issues of patients on Rebif to look for possible trends/side effects of the drug.
As for the current state of my relationship with Rebif...it's good. I have gotten back into the habit of taking pain relievers when I go to bed to avoid being awoken by all over body aches at 1 am. My PID days are fairly decent...I'm not bed ridden on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. The injections themselves do produce some burning, but nothing that makes me yell or cry.
Excuse me while go and enjoy a Popsicle...