chicken: (10. Andrew - Redeemable)
For the last few weeks I've been eating a healthy diet. Lots and lots of vegetables, whole grains, omega-3 foods (esp. salmon), lean meats, tofu. I've been staying away from refined sugar.

Then came the cat getting diagnosed, and I kind of fell off the wagon. In fact, this morning I was so depressed I thought I would walk the two blocks (such easy temptation) to the Krispy Kreme and get some doughnuts.

When I got there it wasn't all new and shiny like the one on University, or the one back in Cranston. For some reason, the Winter Park Krispy Kreme is dingy and old and sad. Then there was the huge long line of customers, consisting mostly of smelly hairy construction workers (not the pretty kind). Lastly, the clerk up front seemed unable to work the register.

However, the HOT DOUGHNUTS sign was on, so I thought, "Hey, FREE doughnuts for depressed girl!"

Then my cell phone rang. It was the vet.

He told me that Jasmine did really well on the fluids over the last couple of days, and that her B.U.N. levels are down from 68 to 48 (35 is normal, but cats with advanced renal problems rarely go below 40, so 48 is really good). He also said she wouldn't need to start the at-home sub-cutaneous fluid injections for at least two weeks, maybe not for a whole month. All we have to do is bring her by in two weeks for a blood test to make sure the new diet is helping, and again in two more weeks to do another complete urine and blood panel.

I was so relieved I almost cried. Also, the "HOT DOUGHNUTS" sign had gone off, and the line still wasn't moving.

So I went across the street to Einstein Bagels and got something healthy and whole wheat to eat.

chicken: (03. Jasmine)
As a few of you know from reading my wife's LJ, our tortoiseshell cat Jasmine has been diagnosed with inoperable polycystic kidney disease. The doctor said she won't live more than another three years, or as little as six months. We are very worried! However, quality is more important than quantity at this point, and she is in extremely good spirits, so that is lifting our spirits. The doctor said most cats her age (6) with such a high Blood Urea Nitrogen (BUN) level aren't even eating anymore at all. So I think she's a strong, strong kitty.

We cried and are very stressed and scared, but Jasmine doesn't seem to be picking up on these emotions. She's just in remarkably fine fettle. I am in awe of her. We'll see how she holds up to twice-weekly subcutaneous fluids by needle.

Her sister Pearl is of course treating her badly, as always happens when one of them comes home from the V-E-T smelling like, well, V-E-T. But I guess we have to worry about Pearl as well because it is a genetic disease. This means more blood tests.
chicken: (03. Jasmine)
We are very worried, one of our cats might have bladder stones, she is peeing a bit of blood and has to have an X-Ray today (the ultrasound was not conclusive). Please cross your paw-like digits for our Jasmine that it is just something that can be taken care of with a diet change, antibiotics, or some other non-invasive measure.


Jan. 12th, 2006 12:26 pm
chicken: (65. chicken_cem Chicken Walking)
Today I did my abs/core strengthening exercises for the first time since October. I'm determined not to lapse again, because my back hasn't felt this good since the last day of my Physical Therapy. After that whole slipped disk craziness, it would be stupid to fall back into utter disrepair.

I know this seems like a futile New Year's resolution kind of thing, but I hope it's not. I hope I can <Kids-in-the-Hall-Voice>get back on the horse</Kids-in-the-Hall-Voice> for good.

Now I'm going for a walk to the post office. It's 52 degrees out, unusually warm for this time of year.

chicken: (17. lan (orchid))
Two days ago I was diagnosed with a slipped/herniated/ruptured lumbar disk (via the usual symptoms including the telltale shooting pain down the sciatic nerve/right thigh, tingling and numbness in my right root, horrible pain in my right knee, and so on).

Even before I was diagnosed by the orthopedist, my regular doctor said to take 1800 mg of Ibuprofen per day, and on the seventh day, despite taking it with food, I got horrible stomach pains, so my doctor gave me a prescription for 40mg/day of omeprazole (Prilosec), to reduce the stomach acids. Of course the woman at the pharmacy informed me that my health insurance doesn't cover that particular medication, and I turn around and see that what I would have had to pay only $7 to get with my co-pay actually costs $27.99 over the counter.

HOLY COW. $27.99. Yeah, I can't afford that for a few little purple pills, but I also kept hearing my doctor's voice in my head saying, "he doesn't see the GI bleeders". Yes, my new orthopedist (to whom I was referred two days ago by my regular doctor) blithely said that the max. dose of Ibuprofen/day was 3200mg, whereas my regular doctor said 2400mg -- and when I asked my regular doctor to explain this discrepancy, she said, "that's because he doesn't see all the GI bleeders -- we see them all the time". Basically surgeons like this orthopedist don't take an enormous interest in anything but actual surgery.

AAAAAHH. Lovely.

Thankfully when I got home I found out my wife was smart and had saved the unused "sample" Prevacid boxes from when she had to take strong antibiotics! Such a smart, smart bunny. That's a similar enough drug, so that means I'm only a week or so short and in the meantime can probably have my doctor scare up some more samples or write a prescription for some other related medicine that United Healthcare does actually see fit to cover.
chicken: (07. striped sweater)
So I went to to order a prescription refill last night, planning to pick it up today. Fortunately I called them when I was halfway there, because they told me they could not give me more pills, because the ones from before were supposed to last until Nov. 11th. I patiently and carefully explained that the doctor said to take three at every meal, three times a day, and that I had carefully counted them out into one of those weekly pill organizers with several chambers for each day. They said they didn't care. They kept asking again and again what the date of purchase was on the bottle. I explained I didn't have the bottle with me. Because I had a pill organizer. But they said even if they did give me more pills now, the insurance would not cover it.

I patiently said that I had not spilled any, and had counted carefully. They were still all, "the insurance won't cover it". And I'm thinking, what, do they think I'm Narcin' Out? Don't they know that it is impossible to narc out on Propylthioracil? What would be the point? At most you'd make your thyroid problems a little worse. I mean, I'm sure they weren't *really* thinking that, but still -- one imagines that they assume the worst of everyone, given that some people are narcing out on prescription oxycontin or whatever the hell it's called, and dozens of other drugs. Better safe than sorry, I'm sure.

So I drove home to get the original prescription bottle, stormed over to the pharmacy, and showed them said bottle. And my pill organizer. "See right here on election day? I won't have any pills that day. See?" Finally they looked more closely at the prescription label and realized that some pharmacist last time had read "180 pills" as "100 pills" -- totally understandable, as in some fonts, the zero and the eight do look a bit similar. I mean, they didn't look similar to me, but whatever. So they gave me my 80 pills, and I counted them right there in the store before I left. And they didn't even charge me for it.

Basically, they ADMITTED that they made a mistake. BWAHhahaha.

lazy me

Apr. 30th, 2003 09:58 pm
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This is how pathetic I am.

Last month my doctor told me something like this: now that I am in my 30s, and haven't properly exercised in 12 years, and haven't been in really good shape since junior varsity soccer in 11th grade, that if I don't start exercising at least three times a week, well ...

I agree with her. I'm a normal weight, but my cardiovascular is really bad.

I walked to the video store today and forgot my money so I had to walk to an ATM, then back to the store again. I was panting big time. When I got there, the clerks says "this is your free video" (you get a free one after every ten paid ones, cool indie video store, rented Todd Haynes' Poison).

I thought, "gosh, all that walking was useless". Pathetic.

Then, later, I went and donated blood for the first time in two or three years, felt guilty. Now, my arms are so out of shape that mousing and typing hurts!

So pathetic.

I only did yoga/balance ball/tricord/pilates stuff twice during the past three weeks. REALLY pathetic.

Must exercise more!! Must take nice pleasant spring walks with my bunny. :-)

Look at all the pretty plants and flowers in the rich people's yards one neighborhood over.


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