My constant companion has a new friend. And frankly, this new “friend” turns my stomach – literally. It seems that along with pain I am now befriended by nausea and the resulting loss of stomach contents. Fortunately, while the nausea is with me every day, the loss of my stomach does not occur every day – maybe once every 2 days or so.
Now that the infection I suffered from a few months ago is cleared up, my blood pressure has resumed its high state without the help of sodium, and I am back on my low sodium diet. The nausea started then, reminding me of my state pre-infection, which was also constant nausea. Only now I have added in a new drug – prozac. One of the side effects of prozac is nausea and worse.
I do have zofram in my arsenal. If I take it proactively, the nausea develops into stomach loss; the zofram is basically not able to do the job. However, if I wait until the nausea really gets going, and then take the zofram, I usually can keep my lunch (I’m learning not to eat dinner). The problem is that I don’t always time it correctly. And sometimes my body doesn’t cooperate, like yesterday.
Lemon cookies are among the select foods that describe heaven. One bite and I’m transported to a place where all is good – kind of like the experience my friends tell me results from chocolate. Not that I hate chocolate, but it just doesn’t compare to a good lemon cookie. Yesterday I set out to make those bits of heaven.
By the time the first batch emerged from the oven, my stomach was signalling impending doom. I tasted the cookies figuring they would settle my stomach, as it was empty from breakfast and I needed lunch. The phone rang, with my better half on the other end. Unfortunately I couldn’t finish the conversation – I was busy running to the bathroom to loose my preciousssss…
The cookies made me so sick I couldn’t have them in the house. Again my better half proved his valiant self by removing the cookies. His friends and work colleagues all cooperated in the destruction of the culprit.
I consider this act, that of turning my body against lemon cookies, an act of war. Unfortunately, I don’t have anything weapon with which to fight on this new front.
