Well, this is embarrassing. I am at the library, finally in the right frame of mind to blog. I opened up my blogger site, and realize that I had not published my last post.
Which was almost one entire week ago! Here is the link, if you are interested: Year Four, Day 39
I have been out of it for at least 5 days. Four of which I have been sicker than a dog.
Who comes up with these sayings anyway? Are dogs really that sick?
The good news is I had my sleep study followup and asthma test at the Oregon Clinic yesterday.
They have ordered me a CPAP.
YAY!
And I most definitely have asthma. In fact, after I met with my Pulmonary FNP, a wonderful, wise woman, she called in the MD. She was concerned about the results of my asthma study, which showed a high level of inflammation. She was also most concerned about the fact that I have had no sense of smell for at least 6 months.
Thank you, Jesus!
My primary NP brushed it off. "It's common with allergies", she said.
Common to have zero percent sense of smell?
My daughter has been nagging me to see a specialist. "You have a brain tumor", she said matter-of-factly.
Perhaps.
But I feel like we are finally solving the mystery that is my health. Or lack thereof.
So the Pulmonary MD came bursting into the room. A very confident, smiling man. He reached out his hand as he introduced himself. I shook it and smiled at him. Who could not smile at this man?
He reminded me of Richard Dreyfus.
But I digress.
As we smiled and shook hands vigorously, he boomed, "You have asthma"!
"You think?" I grinned.
But it was a huge relief. A real live diagnosis! At last.
So I have a lot of work to do. They ordered another blood draw. And a...ahem...or acchlemm!...sputum sample. Sorry. The word itself is revolting.
Sputum.
Nope, repeating it doesn't help.
The doctor is slightly concerned about a fungal infection in my lungs. I didn't realize there was such a thing!
My fantastic FNP said my asthma was not well-controlled according to the tests I took. She is putting me on Breo once a day. She gave me a trial sample. I am to call her in a few weeks and let her know if it is working for me. If so, she will order a prescription.
My lack of smell has warranted an ENT referral. She is concerned about a neurological component. Brain tumor?
She also gave me a sample of Flonase which I am to use up to two sprays twice a day. She suggested two sprays per nostril before bed especially to reduce night symptoms.
She also ordered my CPAP (Thank you, Jesus!)
Now for the not so good news. I am still sicker than the proverbial dog. It probably has not helped that I am walking around in this wildfire produced smoky haze.
My throat aches. My bones ache. My head aches. I did some serious sleeping this weekend with a few doses of Thera-flu. A few days in bed with Thera-flu usually cures what ails me. Not that I believe in the healing powers of Thera-flu. I do not. But I do believe in the healing power of sleep. Which often eludes me.
I must admit I am better than a few days ago. My brain is not as foggy. But my bones hurt. Especially my head, jaw and neck.
It reminds me of my illness a few months back when I lived in Milwaukie. When I had to nearly crawl to the not so nearby 7-11 to buy a Coca Cola. The pastor at the church I teach at said that warm Coke with ginger and lemon was an "ancient Chinese remedy". LOL. I know, Coca Cola is not all that ancient.
But it helped!
But I am convinced my system has become too acidic. So no soda or sugar for me. I bought a Kombucha for the ride home.
O.K.
Sigh.
True confession time.
Not sure if this caused my current condition. But I have been eating often at McDonald's.
There, I said it. Most embarrassed am I!
But wait! There's more!
I have been eating much gluten!
I was doing my food as reward thing. After the move to Vancouver, I was feeling like I needed a reason to get up early on my early days. The bus ride is long. It's not too horrible really. But I have cut way back on my teaching hours in order to help my daughter with Gracie. So money is sparse.
And I have this awesome McDonald's app! I can get a Quarter Pounder with Cheese Deluxe for $1!
So, I believe I've had at least 12 in the last month.
And fries. And sometimes Diet Cokes. At first, I ditched the buns. But then, one day, I was so hungry! I ate the whole darn burger. I justified it by not ordering fries. I ate celery sticks instead.
Oh, when will I learn. Why do I sabotage myself?
Time to unsabotage!
I think I will have to peruse the earlier days of this blog. When I kept telling myself to avoid gluten.
Again, I'm not sure it caused this. But I'm sure my eating has not helped!
Plus, I've been so tired that I have not worked out in about a week.
I am not going to feel guilty and I am not going to spend anymore time shaming myself.
I am avoiding sugar, gluten and fried foods. Eating mostly fresh vegetables, fruits and a bit of brown rice, legumes and oatmeal. Eggs. A bit of chicken. I am going to try and stay away from cheese.
And I am going to get back to hooping!
You heard it first.
There is nowhere to go but up at this point. Well, unless I want to go six feet under. Not ready for that!
I have no hooping video for you today. But I have hope!
On that note, I wish you a lovely evening. I HOPE to talk to you tomorrow and share good news!
Love,
Zita
Which was almost one entire week ago! Here is the link, if you are interested: Year Four, Day 39
I have been out of it for at least 5 days. Four of which I have been sicker than a dog.
Who comes up with these sayings anyway? Are dogs really that sick?
The good news is I had my sleep study followup and asthma test at the Oregon Clinic yesterday.
They have ordered me a CPAP.
YAY!
And I most definitely have asthma. In fact, after I met with my Pulmonary FNP, a wonderful, wise woman, she called in the MD. She was concerned about the results of my asthma study, which showed a high level of inflammation. She was also most concerned about the fact that I have had no sense of smell for at least 6 months.
Thank you, Jesus!
My primary NP brushed it off. "It's common with allergies", she said.
Common to have zero percent sense of smell?
My daughter has been nagging me to see a specialist. "You have a brain tumor", she said matter-of-factly.
Perhaps.
But I feel like we are finally solving the mystery that is my health. Or lack thereof.
So the Pulmonary MD came bursting into the room. A very confident, smiling man. He reached out his hand as he introduced himself. I shook it and smiled at him. Who could not smile at this man?
He reminded me of Richard Dreyfus.
But I digress.
As we smiled and shook hands vigorously, he boomed, "You have asthma"!
"You think?" I grinned.
But it was a huge relief. A real live diagnosis! At last.
So I have a lot of work to do. They ordered another blood draw. And a...ahem...or acchlemm!...sputum sample. Sorry. The word itself is revolting.
Sputum.
Nope, repeating it doesn't help.
The doctor is slightly concerned about a fungal infection in my lungs. I didn't realize there was such a thing!
My fantastic FNP said my asthma was not well-controlled according to the tests I took. She is putting me on Breo once a day. She gave me a trial sample. I am to call her in a few weeks and let her know if it is working for me. If so, she will order a prescription.
My lack of smell has warranted an ENT referral. She is concerned about a neurological component. Brain tumor?
She also gave me a sample of Flonase which I am to use up to two sprays twice a day. She suggested two sprays per nostril before bed especially to reduce night symptoms.
She also ordered my CPAP (Thank you, Jesus!)
Now for the not so good news. I am still sicker than the proverbial dog. It probably has not helped that I am walking around in this wildfire produced smoky haze.
My throat aches. My bones ache. My head aches. I did some serious sleeping this weekend with a few doses of Thera-flu. A few days in bed with Thera-flu usually cures what ails me. Not that I believe in the healing powers of Thera-flu. I do not. But I do believe in the healing power of sleep. Which often eludes me.
I must admit I am better than a few days ago. My brain is not as foggy. But my bones hurt. Especially my head, jaw and neck.
It reminds me of my illness a few months back when I lived in Milwaukie. When I had to nearly crawl to the not so nearby 7-11 to buy a Coca Cola. The pastor at the church I teach at said that warm Coke with ginger and lemon was an "ancient Chinese remedy". LOL. I know, Coca Cola is not all that ancient.
But it helped!
But I am convinced my system has become too acidic. So no soda or sugar for me. I bought a Kombucha for the ride home.
O.K.
Sigh.
True confession time.
Not sure if this caused my current condition. But I have been eating often at McDonald's.
There, I said it. Most embarrassed am I!
But wait! There's more!
I have been eating much gluten!
I was doing my food as reward thing. After the move to Vancouver, I was feeling like I needed a reason to get up early on my early days. The bus ride is long. It's not too horrible really. But I have cut way back on my teaching hours in order to help my daughter with Gracie. So money is sparse.
And I have this awesome McDonald's app! I can get a Quarter Pounder with Cheese Deluxe for $1!
So, I believe I've had at least 12 in the last month.
And fries. And sometimes Diet Cokes. At first, I ditched the buns. But then, one day, I was so hungry! I ate the whole darn burger. I justified it by not ordering fries. I ate celery sticks instead.
Oh, when will I learn. Why do I sabotage myself?
Time to unsabotage!
I think I will have to peruse the earlier days of this blog. When I kept telling myself to avoid gluten.
Again, I'm not sure it caused this. But I'm sure my eating has not helped!
Plus, I've been so tired that I have not worked out in about a week.
I am not going to feel guilty and I am not going to spend anymore time shaming myself.
I am avoiding sugar, gluten and fried foods. Eating mostly fresh vegetables, fruits and a bit of brown rice, legumes and oatmeal. Eggs. A bit of chicken. I am going to try and stay away from cheese.
And I am going to get back to hooping!
You heard it first.
There is nowhere to go but up at this point. Well, unless I want to go six feet under. Not ready for that!
I have no hooping video for you today. But I have hope!
On that note, I wish you a lovely evening. I HOPE to talk to you tomorrow and share good news!
Love,
Zita
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