Back, sort of
Aug. 10th, 2004 12:32 pmI have just spent what arguably were among the most painful and miserable 40-some-odd hours of my life, and that counts going to the ER for my broken arm last summer. As ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
solarbird posted over on her journal, I had to go to the ER on Sunday night; we think what happened was a side effect of the combination of having been under general anesthesia for the surgery and being on Percocet, since Percocet by itself didn't do this to me last year when I was recovering from my arm. What actually happened? I'm not going to say, because it's a deep and harrowing journey into TMI land. Suffice to say that since coming back from the ER, I've mostly been lying weakly in bed, nauseated and running to the bathroom every half hour or so, and made deeply ill by the thought of food. And I do know that one of the medications in particular that I'd been prescribed was the one that caused the severe enough nausea to make me throw up.
As of this morning I have begun to feel mostly normal again, though I'm still weak and shaky. I'm at least mentally alert now and the nausea is mostly gone. Dara gave me toast with jam, and my tummy has grudgingly accepted it, like a feral cat being offered cat food for the first time.
In the past week, I have lost eight pounds. Three of them since yesterday. This is not a weight loss regimen I would have recommended. Some of this, I'm sure, has to do with having eaten very lightly through most of the week; the most recent drop is surely related to not having eaten anything solid of note since Sunday afternoon tea atjessicac's, and all the ER-and-illness goodness since then. The big lump removed from my neck--the absence of which, by the way, I can actually feel--may also be a factor here; the other half of my thyroid being given an opportunity to take over could well be having an impact on my metabolism. I'm not sure yet. There's been so much other stress on my system this past week that it's hard to attribute the weight loss to anything in particular.
Tomorrow, I have the followup appointment with the surgeon to have my stitches out. I may take the opportunity to get a smoothie at Jamba Juice while we're out, as I have been finding myself craving cold fruity slushy tastiness. I may also attempt to acquire a copy of The Searcher and the Sword, since the reaction I've seen coming over the EQUEST-L mailing list has been pretty good, as has been the word from my non-LJ friend Rod. In the meantime, I will be continuing the marathon run through the first couple of seasons of The X-Files, courtesy of the lovelymamishka, who brought over her TV and a rented DVD player and her videotapes and DVDs for me to look at. She's so good to me. :)
( And last, but not least, a quizzie )
solarbird posted over on her journal, I had to go to the ER on Sunday night; we think what happened was a side effect of the combination of having been under general anesthesia for the surgery and being on Percocet, since Percocet by itself didn't do this to me last year when I was recovering from my arm. What actually happened? I'm not going to say, because it's a deep and harrowing journey into TMI land. Suffice to say that since coming back from the ER, I've mostly been lying weakly in bed, nauseated and running to the bathroom every half hour or so, and made deeply ill by the thought of food. And I do know that one of the medications in particular that I'd been prescribed was the one that caused the severe enough nausea to make me throw up.As of this morning I have begun to feel mostly normal again, though I'm still weak and shaky. I'm at least mentally alert now and the nausea is mostly gone. Dara gave me toast with jam, and my tummy has grudgingly accepted it, like a feral cat being offered cat food for the first time.
In the past week, I have lost eight pounds. Three of them since yesterday. This is not a weight loss regimen I would have recommended. Some of this, I'm sure, has to do with having eaten very lightly through most of the week; the most recent drop is surely related to not having eaten anything solid of note since Sunday afternoon tea at
jessicac's, and all the ER-and-illness goodness since then. The big lump removed from my neck--the absence of which, by the way, I can actually feel--may also be a factor here; the other half of my thyroid being given an opportunity to take over could well be having an impact on my metabolism. I'm not sure yet. There's been so much other stress on my system this past week that it's hard to attribute the weight loss to anything in particular.Tomorrow, I have the followup appointment with the surgeon to have my stitches out. I may take the opportunity to get a smoothie at Jamba Juice while we're out, as I have been finding myself craving cold fruity slushy tastiness. I may also attempt to acquire a copy of The Searcher and the Sword, since the reaction I've seen coming over the EQUEST-L mailing list has been pretty good, as has been the word from my non-LJ friend Rod. In the meantime, I will be continuing the marathon run through the first couple of seasons of The X-Files, courtesy of the lovely
mamishka, who brought over her TV and a rented DVD player and her videotapes and DVDs for me to look at. She's so good to me. :)( And last, but not least, a quizzie )
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