Jacqui (jacqui) wrote,

My Painful Bladder Attack, and Looking For a Housekeeper

Oh God you guys, I was in so much pain last night I thought I was going to go to the hospital. I have a lovely little bladder disease called Interstitial Cystitis. It's different from regular cystitis in that it doesn't hurt when I pee, instead it hurts all the time, and it only feels better when I do pee.

Basically my immune system took a disliking to my bladder and attacked it, now it's filled with scar tissue and very raw, so whatever goes in there burns, and it can only hold a very small amount, so I always feel like I have to pee and I'm in pain, a lot. It sucks, it really does, but I've adapted, I'm used to it, and I've learned to live with it. The biggest problem, aside from never being able to serve on a jury, ("Is the killer in this courtroom?" "Yes" "Could you point him out to the jury please?" "Umm, excuse me, I hate to interrupt here, but could you hold that for a second while I get up to go pee, again and again?") is not being able to sleep normally. Not being able to sleep normally is really messing with my health. Yeah it's pretty, weeee.

Anyway last night I had a bladder attack. I get mini ones every once in a while, but it's been years since I had one like this. Normally the pain just kind of ebbs and flows but this kept building until I was writhing around and crying, and nothing would alleviate it. I tried sitting in the bath. I took three Advil, two different kinds of prescription pain pills, three calcium magnesium pills, and an acid reducer. Sometimes my bladder freaks out when things are too acidic so I try to neutralize everything by taking things like Tums because they have calcium bicarbonate but wouldn't you know I didn't have any.

I tried every kind of position in bed. Nothing worked. I kept praying, asking God to help me. It was that kind of razor's edge of pain, where you just don't think you can hang on any longer, but somehow manage to. What made it all worse was that my back decided to seize up and go into spasms. I thought I'd pulled a muscle or thrown it out but I think it was just spasms from being so tight. Horrible, horrible, horrible. I was like this from about eleven until five thirty this morning and then it let up. Now I'm just tender and sore all over. I should probably go back to bed, but when I woke up I was so grateful that the pain had eased up that I wanted to get up and do things.

I think all of this happened because I had a glass of lemonade for lunch. I love lemonade. The only other weird thing was that I had more salt than normal. Scott thinks it was the salt. I don't know what it was but now I'm afraid to drink anything other than water.

I need a new housekeeper/assistant/animal-caregiver/pal. Does anyone know anyone with a big loving heart who lives in LA and is looking for work?

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