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Bladder Pain and Vicodin, Tiger Murderers, More Dresses, and The Oscars

Just wanted to check in and say hi to everybody. I've been in so much pain with this latest bladder flare up that I really haven't felt like doing much. I think it might be hard for some people who don't have Interstitial Cystitis to understand just how painful this kind of thing can be. It's just chronic, non-stop, endless pain -- this constant burning and hurting and the urge to pee that never goes away, and is only lessened in those few minutes when you actually are able to pee some small amount. I probably get up to pee anywhere from twelve to thirty times a night. But this is what I deal with, (have been since college), on a good day, this latest bladder flare up, that was probably brought on by a bladder infection, has had me curled up on the floor and crying.

I did figure out, in that it's so obvious you just want to smack yourself on the side of your head kind of way, that the antibiotics I was taking to kill this damned bacteria, were being defeated by the Prelief I take. Prelief is a calcium magnesium supplement that I take with pretty much every meal because it really helps with the pain. Turns out that this exotic antibiotic won't work in conjunction with magnesium and I had been taking them together. Of course I stopped this just yesterday and I'm already better, thank God.

Just by way of illustrating how bad the pain can get, my very conservative doctor, my multi-degreed, highly lauded, highly paid, successful lecturing author of a doctor, gladly gave me an enormous prescription for the Vicodin. The pill that I feel so guilty for taking, because given that I am constantly in pain, it is very, very easy to become dependent on them and I had weaned myself off of them just last year and was feeling pretty good about this. So now I have fifty of them, when my regular doctor wouldn't give me one, sigh.

She also prescribed Elmiron to be taken three times a day for forever to hopefully rebuild the lining of my hurting bladder. I got three other prescriptions but I can't think of the names of them right now, one is an anti-spasmodic that turns out to be the very thing that my pal Atra gave me that helped with the pain so much.

I like my gynecologist, and I love the nurses in her office, (What's not to love about someone who devotes their life to caring for people?), but I have a hard time letting someone reach around inside me. I get very shy and uncomfortable with anyone other than Scott coming anywhere near certain sensitive parts of my anatomy, and when a doctor suddenly puts a finger in my butt it just makes me want to scream. There's a long story here that goes with this and explains why I'm so uptight around doctors and my bottom but I just can't go into it any deeper than this. Huh, it turns out I actually do have a subject or two I can't just blog away about here on my journal.

After I saw my gynecologist this morning she sent me off to the radiologist to follow up on all of the cysts I have. In addition to the Interstitial Cystitis, and the Fibromyalgia I have
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Just wanted to check in and say hi to everybody. I've been in so much pain with this latest bladder flare up that I really haven't felt like doing much. I think it might be hard for some people who don't have <a href="http://www.ichelp.org/">Interstitial Cystitis</a> to understand just how painful this kind of thing can be. It's just chronic, non-stop, endless pain -- this constant burning and hurting and the urge to pee that never goes away, and is only lessened in those few minutes when you actually are able to pee some small amount. I probably get up to pee anywhere from twelve to thirty times a night. But this is what I deal with, (have been since college), on a good day, this latest bladder flare up, that was probably brought on by a bladder infection, has had me curled up on the floor and crying.

I did figure out, in that it's so obvious you just want to smack yourself on the side of your head kind of way, that the antibiotics I was taking to kill this damned bacteria, were being defeated by the <a href="http://www.akpharma.com/prelief/preliefindex.html">Prelief</a> I take. Prelief is a calcium magnesium supplement that I take with pretty much every meal because it really helps with the pain. Turns out that this exotic antibiotic won't work in conjunction with magnesium and I had been taking them together. Of course I stopped this just yesterday and I'm already better, thank God.

Just by way of illustrating how bad the pain can get, my very conservative doctor, my multi-degreed, highly lauded, highly paid, successful lecturing author of a doctor, gladly gave me an enormous prescription for the Vicodin. The pill that I feel so guilty for taking, because given that I am constantly in pain, it is very, very easy to become dependent on them and I had weaned myself off of them just last year and was feeling pretty good about this. So now I have fifty of them, when my regular doctor wouldn't give me one, sigh.

She also prescribed Elmiron to be taken three times a day for forever to hopefully rebuild the lining of my hurting bladder. I got three other prescriptions but I can't think of the names of them right now, one is an anti-spasmodic that turns out to be the very thing that my pal Atra gave me that helped with the pain so much.

I like my gynecologist, and I love the nurses in her office, (What's not to love about someone who devotes their life to caring for people?), but I have a hard time letting someone reach around inside me. I get very shy and uncomfortable with anyone other than Scott coming anywhere near certain sensitive parts of my anatomy, and when a doctor suddenly puts a finger in my butt it just makes me want to scream. There's a long story here that goes with this and explains why I'm so uptight around doctors and my bottom but I just can't go into it any deeper than this. Huh, it turns out I actually do have a subject or two I can't just blog away about here on my journal.

After I saw my gynecologist this morning she sent me off to the radiologist to follow up on all of the cysts I have. In addition to the <a href="http://www.ichelp.org/">Interstitial Cystitis,</a> and the <a href="http://www.akpharma.com/prelief/preliefindex.html">Fibromyalgia</a> I have <a href="http://www.pcosupport.org/"">Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome,</a> (It's all about cysts isn't it?), so this meant more people putting goo on their hands and reaching around inside me, to say nothing of the always joyful experience of getting your breasts lifted, shifted, and squeezed, over and over again, by a stranger trying to get that perfect shot for the doctor. The good news is that, while I still have lots of cysts in my breasts and on my ovaries, none of them are cancerous, but we have to keep watch over all of them, just to be sure.

And just to add more upsetting chatter to an already unpleasant entry, I just need to say how very much I hate the Department of Fish and Game for being so Fucking trigger happy all of the time that they chose to kill that poor, tame, declawed tiger. I honestly hate them for this and I have long held deeply suspicious, super cautious feelings towards them. When we found the owl in our chimney it's lucky I know enough about dealings with these guys to know not to call them. They are the last people you should ever call when you find a wild animal, better to call any one of the many rescue groups out there. Most people don't know this, they don't know that pretty much any animal-overseeing government related agency in California is all about management by death. I hate them! I hate all of them!!

Moving on to lighter things, here are the latest dresses of my Mother's and Grandmother's that I've won on eBay.

Two of Granny's, (Peggy Hunt);
<a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&rd=1&item=8171030203&ssPageName=STRK:MEWN:IT">Granny Dress One</a>

<a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&rd=1&item=8170052920&ssPageName=STRK:MEWN:IT">Granny Dress Two</a>

And one of my Mother's, (Jeannette Alexander);
<a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&rd=1&item=8170831432&ssPageName=STRK:MEWN:IT">Mom's Dress</a>

It looks like a lot of my journal pals have birthdays today. I'm going to take a break, pee, and lay down for a bit and then I'll come around and pass out hugs and cards in person : )

The cats say hi. The dogs are snoring. The rats are curled up, and the rabbits are chewing away on something.

I'm looking forward to going with Scott to see a cool Hawaiian guy performing with his producer tomorrow night. Even though I never want to go anywhere, it should be fun, takes anything Hawaii related to get me out, well, that, Beau, my Mom, Scott, our animals, shopping, movies, a holiday or my health.

I'm really looking forward to the Oscars. As always I'm closing in on accomplishing my annual see-every-nominated-film-in-every-category goal. So far all I have left are Hotel Rwanda, Vera Drake and there was one more...oh The Sea Inside. So wish me luck in ticking these off my list by Sunday.
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