That’s what my mom used to say when we were headed for trouble. “You’re cruisin for a bruisin!” Down in the dumps? Pity party? Doesn’t really matter. They’re all saying the same thing.
I’m still depressed. Still full of pity. Still can’t seem to get it together.
The cruise was nice but I felt bad most of the time. I had reflux every night. My legs and feet were horribly swollen. We thought it was due to my broken toe but it was both feet so that couldn’t be it. I struggled with my diet. No fruit, no salads, mostly carbs. Nothing to drink for eight hours a day and I still had some minor problems with incontinence. On top of that, my back was killing me for two days. So bad I could barely move.
One morning, I woke up and went to the bathroom and almost passed out. I got back in bed and told DH I was feeling terrible. He said he’d go to the buffet and bring me some breakfast so I wouldn’t have to go out. We rented a movie and watched it and I was feeling better by early afternoon so we went upstairs to the buffet for lunch. I went through the buffet line, sat down at the table and broke out in a cold sweat. DH said I was pale as a ghost and I knew I was going to pass out any second. I had to lie down on the bench in the booth until the room stopped spinning enough for me to go back downstairs to the stateroom. I spent the rest of the day in bed, watching rented movies.
The next day, I felt better but I’ve had a couple of similar incidents since I got home. On top of that, I discovered I have a prolapsed uterus and will probably need a hysterectomy. I have an appointment with my GYN on the 9th. She said to avoid lifting, exercising or exerting myself for the time being. I read on the internet that a prolapsed uterus can cause backache, frequent urination and bowel incontinence so I’m hoping that might be the cause of all my misery.
I went back to my butt doctor and told him the routine of medication and restricted fluids didn’t seem to help and he said he doesn’t know of anything else but he definitely does not think I would benefit from surgery. I told him about my prolapsed uterus and asked him if that could be causing the bowel problems and he said he wished it were so but I have nerve damage and that’s not caused by a prolapsed uterus. In the meantime, I’m eating a lot of carbs and living with a sort of self induced state of constipation most of the time.
Now…don’t you wish I’d kept quiet? I’ve been putting off posting here. I mean, really, what am I supposed to do? I eat cheese, bread, potatoes and anything else that keeps me constipated. I can’t exercise. Very limited amounts of fruits or vegetables. My back is killing me, my feet and legs are swollen and my weight is up to 210 f*cking pounds! Dammit! I’m so depressed.