Problem

One of the outcomes of living with liver disease is that I have some ongoing issues I struggle with. One of the most troubling to me is nausea. Over the years I have learned to cope pretty well. When it hits me, it hits fast and hard. I have medicine I can take but it knocks me out so I avoid taking it during the day.

Over the past month this minor annoyance has grown to be an unmanageable problem. So I bit the bullet and made an appointment with doctor. I honestly do not know why I put it off so long. She was incredibly helpful. The outcome is that I have a super powerful new medicine to help with the nausea.

This afternoon I have been reflecting on what kept me from seeking help. Was it pride? I kind of think that might have been part of it. I do not like to admit that I need help. But that very pride keeps me from the help I need. I also think that I have a tendency to procrastinate on health issues. That is not healthy, but I think it is true. I also think that I have also just been plain, flat out busy.

So today I got a reminder that I need to pay attention to my body, give it the time it needs and lay down false pride. Sigh .... I wish it was the first time that God has given me that lesson.

Just Connie

Dr's Visit

I broke down today and went to the doctor. I have been struggling with  two warts on my hands for almost 2 years. I have frozen them off and cut them off and they just grow back. I finally admitted defeat and went into the doctor. He looked at them and decided to freeze them off. Which I discovered is a form of torture and really bears no resemblance to the little freezing it off kit I had been playing with for the last year.

He said "this will sting" that is a doctor euphemism for "this is going to hurt enough that you will want to punch me in the nose." that should have been my first warning, then the next one he said, "This one will hurt". That is not a good lead in line. Especially when you follow it up with something that hurts that bad. It not only hurts but you have to stay absolutely still so nothing else gets frozen off that is not supposed to ... you know like parts you will need later. For good measure he also removed a skin tag under my arm.

So tonight I have swollen blistered hands and an armpit that feels like an angry beaver has been gnawing on it. But I guess all in all, it could be a lot worse ... my hands don't think so, but that is what the brain keeps telling them. Frankly I don't think my hands or my armpits care.

Just Connie