It's been a while since we had our regular I'm Not Dead Yet update.
... Still not dead.
The portrait I keep in my attic, however, is just kind of disappearing... Works.
Barring a few minutes at the pinnacle of jet lag, I'm not even undead.
Mostly. I have, howeve,r discovered snapchat, so now I know how I would look as a man AND as a person wearing kitten ears and vomiting rainbows. My life has changed so much.
But not dead...
Still moderately hobbled though. My 2015 arch injury turned 2017 chronic plantar fasciitis resides largely in my right foot but not without guest appearances in the left these days. I'd been doing PT devoutly, but not necessarily making it to the desired prognosis of "not waiting to just suddenly flare up and be miserable because I sneezed while standing." Alack, I've been informed there's nothing much more they can do. Which is roughly what happened with my back/radiculopathy. In fairness, the back is a lot better than it was, but it's by no means all that great, so I'm not super optimistic about my footsies.
My alternatives involve: (1) keeping on with my exercise, icing, etc and hoping he's right that it's a matter of time, (2) getting steroid shots in my foot, (3) bionic body.
Given my other issues, I'm opting for the 3rd, except the bionic body I selected has been held up in customs (space-time continuum division, which is super hardass).
Oh or I could see some specialist or other in Bellingham who might focus on alignment issues more, since there's a recognized connection between the sciatic nerve pain and the foot flaring.
I may also just get myself a rascal and trick it out to the nines.Or a few strapping young men (shirts optional but discouraged) to carry me about on their shoulders. That's always an option.
But that's not all...
Remember that really sexy period where I was sporting a tube down my nose? Man I was hot. Some people can't take nose rings. Pussies!!
So that part yielded no interesting results, but before that they had me gag on a significantly bigger tube while drinking water at timed intervals.
That test revealed ... drum roll... NOT NOTHING!
I have a shiny new diagnois to add to my list: hypertensive LES. It means the bottom of my esophogus is super tight and doesn't always let food and liquid pass quietly through.Confusingly it could both be causing all the sensations of reflux while sort of reducing the experience. The LES is so tight right now, the reflux can't come up as easily. So fix that and I might be back to square one.
Still, non-cardiac chest pain, trouble swallowing, all the burning and sometimes bloating can all be attributable to it so worth trying a round of treatment. Funny thing, the first line treatment is also the treatment for Raynaud's and palpitations: calcium channel blockers I've basically had these weighed by various medical professionals who said it didn't quite seem worth the balance. But that was before something else added to the scale.
See they are primarily used to lower blood pressure. And I'm already steadily hypotensive enough that I've been prescribed additional sodium in my diet to bump me up from the (80/50 territory). So it could be problematic. What with the dire warnings about not operating a motor vehicle until you're sure you can, well...
I started taking them and felt totalled. Then realized I was coming down with something andwas still jet lagged, so I decided to wait a little longer and then give them a longer trial.
If these just don't work at all, I can have botox. In my esophogus!
I'll have the youngest looking internal organs in the land!
Actually, that's about it right now.
I mean, allergies, flailing mental stability, and my third eye has conjunctivitis. But what else is new.
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