It's been awhile since I wrote about gastroparesis. It is still out of control.I stopped the domperidone about three weeks ago. I've been subsisting on liquid nutrition, sport drink, ginger ale and saltines since. I have come to realize that the brain requires nutrition just as much as the body. I call myself a space cadet at work. It is very hard to focus, follow through, and generally be productive when you can't even stand the idea of food, say nothing about the act of eating.Fun times.
I missed half a day of work this week. The first time I've missed time because of GP since July. All because I went to a restaurant for lunch. I was already really nauseated and the food smells made it much worse. I came home and waited for the phenergran to kick in. It did eventually. In the process it made me too dopey to function. I still don't have my Zofran because my insurance company needs a mountain and a half of paperwork filled out before they cover it. I am so desperate for it that I called the pharmacy to see how much it would be if I paid out-of-pocket. Nearly $500.00. I guess I'll keep fighting with the insurance company.
Missing time this week made me realize that I'll need to have a frank conversation with my supervisors about what's going on. I can no longer pretend my way through the days. I am a lot slower to get stuff done. I am scared to have this conversation. I know everyone will be supportive. They have been nothing but supportive through everything this year. I just feel like I sold them a lemon.
We'll see.
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