Sunday of the yips. *sigh*
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which_chickEvery other month or so, for no reason I can discern, I get a random instance of nausea and accompanying pukes. I've had a scope to check for ulcers or whatever. Nothing. It's not food poisoning (I don't eat restaurant food, don't eat much meat, wash my produce, thoroughly cook stuff, and I've HAD food poisoning and this isn't that.) and there's never any diarrhea. It typically goes away in under twelve hours. This morning I just puked up saliva and stomach acid. There wasn't any food to puke, woke up feeling like shit and so didn't eat. My general rule is that if I don't feel like eating, I don't eat.
I've got no clue what the hell is going on, doc is useless, and I'm tired of looking. I just call it the yips and don't eat for eight or twelve hours until things settle down and I feel like eating again. It comes along with being freezing cold (I currently have on a pair of sweats, wool socks, and a huge heavy wool blanket on my lower half -- it's 70F and sunny outside -- and I am still cold.). Anyway, today was a yips day. *sigh*
This happens every month or two and generally resolves in under twelve hours. I've made a note of puke mode before... here and here and here and I don't mention the yips every damn time it happens. There was one earlier this year in April where I had to go home early from work (and stop three times on the 20 mile drive) to puke repeatedly.
Y'know, I should probably track the yips so that I can present it to the doctor as an actual thing. Again.
At this point, I suspect the yips are related to the fucking thyroid thing ("Nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea can occur due to increased gut motility or other systemic effects of an overactive thyroid." and that would certainly click with a (tested) TSH of 0.05 whatevers per whatsit (see here). Also, in the two-weeks-after-that testing, thyroid numbers were "normal"... so they apparently move around quite a bit. Y'know, variable thyroid levels might explain these somewhat random-seeming instances of the yips which have been an ongoing feature of my life for like five years now.
The problem is that seeing if this is thyroid related is going to require me to go to the fucking hospital and get bloodwork drawn on the actual days that I feel like shit and am afflicted with the yips. (I'd have to drive with a bucket. There is dry heaving. I do not love the yips.)
I cannot pre-schedule when I get the yips. I'd need some kind of "on demand" patient order for bloodwork so that they do the draws when needed to see if the yips are correlated to weird thyroid levels. I cannot get my fucking doctor to put in a standing order for "Just do a blood draw whenever she shows up, we're trying to track something down..." because medicine doesn't work like that.
I am not sure how I am supposed to fix the yips. I will *sigh* talk to the doctor next time I see her.
Happily I've kept a banana and some hot tea and two toasted marshmallows (skewered on a fork, held over a red hot stove burner) down for like three hours and I think I might want to consider some dinner, so things are looking up.
Oh, and the other thing, the thing I was actually posting about: When I have the yips and it's gotten past the point of "in bed, with heating pad for warmth, covers over head, wishing for death or sleep" to where I want to sit up and work my way slowly through a mug of hot tea, I like to watch NPR nonfictionshit. Today I've been watching a lot of docs on the rise of white nationalism. You know what's not in those fscking militia videos, not in the interviews of White Power activists, just... not present?
Women. There aren't very many women. I guess there are SOME women in the white nationalist shit, but the people they show on screen, the people they interview, the ones arrested, the ones doing the militia training stuff... they are not women. This is not a sort of thing that attracts many women.
If half the population doesn't want to play your fucking game, maybe it's because your game is hateful and wrong.
Are all of these guys single? I dunno.
One of the SPLC's points (they do research and studying on this racist shit) is that following any prolonged military thing, like wars and "police actions" and "special military operations"... the aftermath of all that is a rise in violence on the home front. When the soldiers come home, you get racist violence, anti-democratic violence, militias, Jews will not replace us, J6 rioting, Proud Boys, the gravy seals, that style of thing.
I definitely need to call about a dentist tomorrow. One of the teeth holding my upper plate is way too mobile and I can't chew on that side of my mouth. It also hurts constantly, which is damn recent and annoying as hell. Pretty sure the "solution", such as it is, is going to be pulling that tooth. (I have bone loss in my jaws due to years of periodontal disease, shitty gums, and twenty years of smoking. I will wind up with entirely fake teeth before I'm dead. I am aware of this. For me, dental implants are not an option because implants get implanted into the bone in your jaw, the same bone which, for me, is not there.) Not sure what they're going to do about the plate or if they can shift its support to another more stable tooth. They are, to be honest, running out of options. We shall see, yet another healthcare discussion I don't want to be having. *sigh*
Also gotta call my colonoscopy guy and figure out where they called in the prep prescriptions for that so that I can get them picked up. I don't remember what I told them for a pharmacy because it was OVER THE PHONE and I am useless at over the phone information.
I've got no clue what the hell is going on, doc is useless, and I'm tired of looking. I just call it the yips and don't eat for eight or twelve hours until things settle down and I feel like eating again. It comes along with being freezing cold (I currently have on a pair of sweats, wool socks, and a huge heavy wool blanket on my lower half -- it's 70F and sunny outside -- and I am still cold.). Anyway, today was a yips day. *sigh*
This happens every month or two and generally resolves in under twelve hours. I've made a note of puke mode before... here and here and here and I don't mention the yips every damn time it happens. There was one earlier this year in April where I had to go home early from work (and stop three times on the 20 mile drive) to puke repeatedly.
Y'know, I should probably track the yips so that I can present it to the doctor as an actual thing. Again.
At this point, I suspect the yips are related to the fucking thyroid thing ("Nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea can occur due to increased gut motility or other systemic effects of an overactive thyroid." and that would certainly click with a (tested) TSH of 0.05 whatevers per whatsit (see here). Also, in the two-weeks-after-that testing, thyroid numbers were "normal"... so they apparently move around quite a bit. Y'know, variable thyroid levels might explain these somewhat random-seeming instances of the yips which have been an ongoing feature of my life for like five years now.
The problem is that seeing if this is thyroid related is going to require me to go to the fucking hospital and get bloodwork drawn on the actual days that I feel like shit and am afflicted with the yips. (I'd have to drive with a bucket. There is dry heaving. I do not love the yips.)
I cannot pre-schedule when I get the yips. I'd need some kind of "on demand" patient order for bloodwork so that they do the draws when needed to see if the yips are correlated to weird thyroid levels. I cannot get my fucking doctor to put in a standing order for "Just do a blood draw whenever she shows up, we're trying to track something down..." because medicine doesn't work like that.
I am not sure how I am supposed to fix the yips. I will *sigh* talk to the doctor next time I see her.
Happily I've kept a banana and some hot tea and two toasted marshmallows (skewered on a fork, held over a red hot stove burner) down for like three hours and I think I might want to consider some dinner, so things are looking up.
Oh, and the other thing, the thing I was actually posting about: When I have the yips and it's gotten past the point of "in bed, with heating pad for warmth, covers over head, wishing for death or sleep" to where I want to sit up and work my way slowly through a mug of hot tea, I like to watch NPR nonfictionshit. Today I've been watching a lot of docs on the rise of white nationalism. You know what's not in those fscking militia videos, not in the interviews of White Power activists, just... not present?
Women. There aren't very many women. I guess there are SOME women in the white nationalist shit, but the people they show on screen, the people they interview, the ones arrested, the ones doing the militia training stuff... they are not women. This is not a sort of thing that attracts many women.
If half the population doesn't want to play your fucking game, maybe it's because your game is hateful and wrong.
Are all of these guys single? I dunno.
One of the SPLC's points (they do research and studying on this racist shit) is that following any prolonged military thing, like wars and "police actions" and "special military operations"... the aftermath of all that is a rise in violence on the home front. When the soldiers come home, you get racist violence, anti-democratic violence, militias, Jews will not replace us, J6 rioting, Proud Boys, the gravy seals, that style of thing.
I definitely need to call about a dentist tomorrow. One of the teeth holding my upper plate is way too mobile and I can't chew on that side of my mouth. It also hurts constantly, which is damn recent and annoying as hell. Pretty sure the "solution", such as it is, is going to be pulling that tooth. (I have bone loss in my jaws due to years of periodontal disease, shitty gums, and twenty years of smoking. I will wind up with entirely fake teeth before I'm dead. I am aware of this. For me, dental implants are not an option because implants get implanted into the bone in your jaw, the same bone which, for me, is not there.) Not sure what they're going to do about the plate or if they can shift its support to another more stable tooth. They are, to be honest, running out of options. We shall see, yet another healthcare discussion I don't want to be having. *sigh*
Also gotta call my colonoscopy guy and figure out where they called in the prep prescriptions for that so that I can get them picked up. I don't remember what I told them for a pharmacy because it was OVER THE PHONE and I am useless at over the phone information.
