It's been a couple of days since I had my picc line removed. The timing couldn't have been more perfect - because these past few days have been super busy and it was so nice to not have to worry about carrying my TPN bag around.
I have been trying to focus on finding foods that my stomach will tolerate without issue. So far, that quest has not yielded anything - but I am eating everyday and am dealing with the side effects as best as I can. There is a portion of this condition which is the mental battle and some days that can be the tougher battle to fight.
I have to force myself to eat. I do not have an appetite - my stomach doesn't growl. So I need to make sure I continue to eat, even if my body isn't asking for food. It's the only way to try to prevent the picc line from returning.
In a few more days, I will be visiting the new gastroenterologist. Hopeful that he might have some additional treatment options to try - even if it's only one more option - it's more than what I have right now. Really keeping my fingers crossed that he has a good bedside manner - as sometimes with these doctors who come highly recommended, their egos can get the best of them.
For now - things are good.
I am not in the hospital.
My picc line is out.
My food is staying down.
I will look for the positives. And now....
my bed is calling my name.
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