5 days.... no more liquids!
well, well, well... greetings once again from belize city. a little wrinkle in the plan has left me in the city, no worries...
first off, no i am not a racecar - did not fill myself with Havoline and drink Castro oil (um, like in my ignorance i thought everyone was saying, the pains of thinking), but rather castor oil. definitely the worst thing that exists, ever. for those who are queasy, may skip to the bottom:)).
so after six pm and my yummy raspberry jello dinner (must have been starving because i thought it was the most incredible thing invented) i switched to the worst thing EVER, it was like drinking 2oz of melted Vaseline, most people go poo in 2 to 4 hours, but me and my funky tummy always have a different plan...
so instead of any immediate reactions i decided to get so so so nauseous, think it would be like ridding a race car to an amusement park while downing a whole bottle or rubbing alcohol and then ridding a roller coaster for 11 hours. if you would like try this and we can compare stories:)
anyway by the middle of the night i was so weak and felt so ill and so nauseous, that when i tried to mosey to the bathroom thinking i couldn't possibly hold anything down, I woke up by Tomisita asking me if i felt okay as i looked up from the hallway floor. One of Tomisitas, nieces (Manuela's cousin), who broke her arm two weeks ago and is in traction {staying with Tomisita to recover (she is married and has three kids (8-14) so while her husband minds the kids tomisita is bathing, feeding and nurturing her} did i mention for the most part she is in a lot of pain.
anyway the greatest blessing was her selfless motherly instincts -she was able to try and catch me with her good arm and help me to the floor, not sure what would have happened if she wasn't there. i have never fainted in my entire life, ever, but when i opened my eyes, all i could say was "why am i on the floor" and "it is really nice here, can i just stay?" eventually they cohered me to go back to my bed, um, my stubbornness couldn't hold up against their general logic that i couldn't pend the rest of my life laying on the floor blocing the hallway, you know i tried though:).
anyway thank God i was here and had people to take care of me. Manuela has been working so hard hardly getting any sleep, in meeting until after ten last night, and she slept on my floor, brought me water, and sprite...
proceed carefully...
[anyway i did finally start pooing oil after hours of nausea (for those who like T.M.I) as Jen would probably logicly say to me with her "liquid in, liquid out" explanation, "melted Vaseline in, melted Vaseline out." so gross! qqhy does she have the function half of the brain? i think i need to drink Dawn to cut the grease that is lining my body! ugh!]
so, i like food, i hate liquids and DETEST castor oil
after all this ramble you are probably wondering about the results, apparently i was so gassy and bloated (not like me ech:)?) that they were pretty much inconclusive, couldn't clearly see my kidney.
are you kidding me? met with yet another doctor and he was saying i should have the bacteria cultured that seems to grow in my bladder and look more into the bladder (tube out instead of tube in), may do that, and them i am waiting to see my original kidney doctor who is in the Dominican Republic for thee weeks.
best part of today was coming home after the test (Manuela even took me to the dr. this morning) for an hour before meeting with the doctor and having the banana that i had been dreaming about, and a huge bowl of rice krispies with fruit punch and tea. that has only been topped by the spaghetti lunch and every other culinary experience since!
Right now i honestly don't care about doctors! i am pretty convinced i am just going to start drinking (purified:)) holy water, and accept that the thing that bothers me is the gas and bloating that happens every time i eat. i don't want to be looked at any further - why poke around and find new things, if i fall apart i fall apart, for the mean time... I'm done! i am content with being exhausted, needing lots of sleep and solid food! hey it's me, I'm just a piece of work, an interesting creation by God.
now for why i am in Belize....long story short after watching me stumble around John and Manuela called Fr. Dan and quite plainly told him i shouldn't and probably couldn't drive back, did i mention i can be a bit stubborn? dude, can someone send me a superwomen suit so i can finally fulfill the script? spent the time i was supposed to be driving sleeping on the couch, i am am once again thankful that i have great friends who realize i am not any sort of super human, but Katie, just a regular human, humph, guess eventually i will get over my pride and except it, going to be tough been thinkin' this was for most of 26 years...
hugh, maybe it's not me and just the age:)
sad thing is Tasha leaves tomorrow and i probably wont be able to see her for FIVE LONG DAY until i gracefully (can that word be used to describe me:)) and humbly:) march into Corpus Christi (guess i wont use my super hero powers and just soar there my self this time:)) and give my whole family a perpetual and thankful squeeze for three weeks.
love and prayers as always!
first off, no i am not a racecar - did not fill myself with Havoline and drink Castro oil (um, like in my ignorance i thought everyone was saying, the pains of thinking), but rather castor oil. definitely the worst thing that exists, ever. for those who are queasy, may skip to the bottom:)).
so after six pm and my yummy raspberry jello dinner (must have been starving because i thought it was the most incredible thing invented) i switched to the worst thing EVER, it was like drinking 2oz of melted Vaseline, most people go poo in 2 to 4 hours, but me and my funky tummy always have a different plan...
so instead of any immediate reactions i decided to get so so so nauseous, think it would be like ridding a race car to an amusement park while downing a whole bottle or rubbing alcohol and then ridding a roller coaster for 11 hours. if you would like try this and we can compare stories:)
anyway by the middle of the night i was so weak and felt so ill and so nauseous, that when i tried to mosey to the bathroom thinking i couldn't possibly hold anything down, I woke up by Tomisita asking me if i felt okay as i looked up from the hallway floor. One of Tomisitas, nieces (Manuela's cousin), who broke her arm two weeks ago and is in traction {staying with Tomisita to recover (she is married and has three kids (8-14) so while her husband minds the kids tomisita is bathing, feeding and nurturing her} did i mention for the most part she is in a lot of pain.
anyway the greatest blessing was her selfless motherly instincts -she was able to try and catch me with her good arm and help me to the floor, not sure what would have happened if she wasn't there. i have never fainted in my entire life, ever, but when i opened my eyes, all i could say was "why am i on the floor" and "it is really nice here, can i just stay?" eventually they cohered me to go back to my bed, um, my stubbornness couldn't hold up against their general logic that i couldn't pend the rest of my life laying on the floor blocing the hallway, you know i tried though:).
anyway thank God i was here and had people to take care of me. Manuela has been working so hard hardly getting any sleep, in meeting until after ten last night, and she slept on my floor, brought me water, and sprite...
proceed carefully...
[anyway i did finally start pooing oil after hours of nausea (for those who like T.M.I) as Jen would probably logicly say to me with her "liquid in, liquid out" explanation, "melted Vaseline in, melted Vaseline out." so gross! qqhy does she have the function half of the brain? i think i need to drink Dawn to cut the grease that is lining my body! ugh!]
so, i like food, i hate liquids and DETEST castor oil
after all this ramble you are probably wondering about the results, apparently i was so gassy and bloated (not like me ech:)?) that they were pretty much inconclusive, couldn't clearly see my kidney.
are you kidding me? met with yet another doctor and he was saying i should have the bacteria cultured that seems to grow in my bladder and look more into the bladder (tube out instead of tube in), may do that, and them i am waiting to see my original kidney doctor who is in the Dominican Republic for thee weeks.
best part of today was coming home after the test (Manuela even took me to the dr. this morning) for an hour before meeting with the doctor and having the banana that i had been dreaming about, and a huge bowl of rice krispies with fruit punch and tea. that has only been topped by the spaghetti lunch and every other culinary experience since!
Right now i honestly don't care about doctors! i am pretty convinced i am just going to start drinking (purified:)) holy water, and accept that the thing that bothers me is the gas and bloating that happens every time i eat. i don't want to be looked at any further - why poke around and find new things, if i fall apart i fall apart, for the mean time... I'm done! i am content with being exhausted, needing lots of sleep and solid food! hey it's me, I'm just a piece of work, an interesting creation by God.
now for why i am in Belize....long story short after watching me stumble around John and Manuela called Fr. Dan and quite plainly told him i shouldn't and probably couldn't drive back, did i mention i can be a bit stubborn? dude, can someone send me a superwomen suit so i can finally fulfill the script? spent the time i was supposed to be driving sleeping on the couch, i am am once again thankful that i have great friends who realize i am not any sort of super human, but Katie, just a regular human, humph, guess eventually i will get over my pride and except it, going to be tough been thinkin' this was for most of 26 years...
hugh, maybe it's not me and just the age:)
sad thing is Tasha leaves tomorrow and i probably wont be able to see her for FIVE LONG DAY until i gracefully (can that word be used to describe me:)) and humbly:) march into Corpus Christi (guess i wont use my super hero powers and just soar there my self this time:)) and give my whole family a perpetual and thankful squeeze for three weeks.
love and prayers as always!
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