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  • NG Has Been Out For 3 Weeks !!

    Three weeks ago, I removed the NG tube that has been in my nose for the last 4 years. It’s been a little nerve-wracking because I don’t do well with ‘volume’, so eating AND drinking without the tube for back-up was a bit daunting, but I wanted to try again. I’ve done this about 10 times in the last 4 years, and never lasted longer than a week. The reason I had it in at all started with a bladder infection that I had to have enough fluids on board to fight, and then it got ‘stuck’ as I started eating again. I just couldn’t handle the bloating of food and fluids. I was a RN for 35 years, working for 20- DO NOT try to insert your own tubes if you haven’t been trained to do so, or know how to maintain them (changing them from one nostril to the other at regular intervals, checking placement, etc).  Lack of training could kill you.

    With chronic kidney disease (CKD), fluid intake is critical to avoid any further decline in functioning. Most doctors have assumed that I have kidney disease because of being diabetic, but my most recent nephrologist (and med school professor) told me that without proteinuria (protein in urine) that I’ve never had, and with a 5 decade history of food and fluid restriction, I’ve damaged my kidneys by not giving them enough fluid (and therefore blood pressure) to allow them to work properly. That was hard to hear, but also necessary. My blood sugars have been well controlled after I was diagnosed with diabetes in 1995, so it was weird to me that my kidneys had fried when I’d been so careful to keep my A1C (average of 3 months of blood sugars) well below 7, and usually below 6 until I had leukemia and the chemo hell of that that was a blood sugar nightmare. But even after that I was able to stay in the low 6s and sometimes upper 5s.  It was like I’d been “good” for nothing, but my nephrologist told me that it wasn’t because of diabetes. I’d basically been starving my kidneys of fluid as I restricted what I ate, and without much of a thirst mechanism, didn’t drink enough… for decades. My kidneys are at about %35 functioning now. At my age, they should be at least %60 (function normally declines somewhat with age). 

    Anyway, I’ve been doing OK. I’m not up to 2 liters/day, but have consistently gotten in at least 1600 cc/day, which is at the low end of acceptable. I haven’t been able to do that in four years, so I’m pleased, but also know I have more work to do. This has impacted how much I can eat, though I’m not nearly as concerned about that (other than carbs) as I am the amount of fluids I get in. I have consumed too few carbs a couple of times in the last 5 years that led to acute kidney injury/acute kidney failure, so I also have to make sure I get in enough carbs to avoid muscle breakdown that my kidneys have to deal with, making their job harder. And potentially lethal for me. I won’t do dialysis (seen too many people suffer through it, including my grandmother), so keeping my kidneys functioning is something that weighs heavily, as I try to weigh less. With diabetes, CKD, and gout, food options and management are a non-stop pain in the butt. 

    At least one thing is starting to stabilize, freeing up the expense of tubes and feeding bags (all out of pocket as no MD would help me with supplies via prescription; I’m guessing fat bias), as well as not being ‘tied’ to something for 6-8 hours a day. For the first 1 1/2 years, I used a pump, but after that, used gravity bags. I’ve found some sparkling fruit flavored waters that I like, so that’s been helpful (#Spindrift and #LaCroix are my current favorites). I’m learning how to spread out how much I drink so I don’t get bloated, as well as not overloading with fluids before I eat, or that ends up a predictable failure. I’m fortunate that I also like plain water, or #LiquidIV, so I’m finding enough options to keep me interested and not miserably ‘full’ from fluids. 

    Food is still a problem. Expense wise, it’s gotten very daunting, but I’ve been using components of various emergency foods (MREs, US and foreign, freeze-dried fruits, and some shelf-stable options) to keep things interesting and affordable since they’re already here. Not having to cook much in the summer is also a big consideration. I like budget foods, but things like ramen have preservatives (TBHQ and BHA for starters) which are not good for kidneys (or much else). The seasoning packets can also have sketchy ingredients, so I’m finding ways to have things that I like within my budget, and just come up with my own ‘safe’ seasonings. Artificial sweeteners can cause DNA damage, so even though I’m diabetic I won’t consume those. There are ways to work around sweeteners by getting things plain and then using either allulose, erythritol, and/or a bit of stevia.  The more natural the better when it comes to what kidneys have to filter- and this applies to people who don’t have kidney disease. Why make them work harder? Once they’re chronically damaged, that’s it. The only hope is to avoid more damage. 

    I’m pleased overall that I haven’t had to put the tube back in. I’ve got them here for emergencies (like infections when drinking enough is difficult with appetite and interest fading badly when I’m sick), and knowing that there is a safety net helps me feel less intense pressure, even though the goal is always to avoid the tube when I can. It’s fluid insurance. But for now, I’m doing OK with the old-fashioned way… simply drinking, which isn’t always so simple. I’m thankful that I’ve done it ‘on my own’ for 3 weeks, and don’t plan to reinsert it anytime soon. 

  • Uneventful Few Days, Thank God.

    Uneventful Few Days, Thank God.

    Photo: mine

    This roller coaster of emotions as I work through the therapy trauma as well as trying not to lose too much ground on the recovery front is exhausting, so having a few days without anything chaotic going on has been a welcome relief. I had a few routine semi-annual MD visits, which I never look forward to, but they went OK and the weather was cooler which minimizes driving anxiety with the dysautonomia/heat intolerance. Kidney function is a tiny bit worse but still in the same ballpark as it’s been. Parathyroid levels were still elevated, so bones are at risk (already have osteopenia), but meds were adjusted for that. It’s imperative that I don’t let my carbohydrate intake go too low in order to prevent another round of acute renal failure (already 2x in 5 years from carbs being too low). The NG tube is still responsible for roughly half of my fluid intake, so that is relieving some anxiety about fluid intake, and helps to minimize how much I have to do with one thing that is already hard. Whatever makes this easier is on the ‘approved’ list if it means keeping my kidneys functioning. The rest of the chronic stuff may or may not improve, but my kidneys will decline if I don’t keep carbs and fluids adequate.

    Emotionally, it’s been a bit less mellow, but with that I am fine with letting some disassociation kick in periodically if it means keeping my brain from spinning out. I will go into the disassociation more one day, when I’m feeling less conflicted about the last 4 years… it’s been that long since beginning active discussion with ex-therapist about being one of her patients. I’m not sure how long it’s going to take to work through the betrayal and exploitation, but I do hope that day comes. I try to remember good parts, and there were some, especially early on. If I can’t remember more of those times, then I don’t want to remember any of this. I don’t like not feeling like I’m ‘here’ enough to be mindful of what is going on, and at the same time being able to ‘check out’ helps with the days when I yearn for not being here at all. I’m not suicidal… I’m exhausted, traumatized, and overwhelmed. Disassociation can be a gift, even when it also feels weird and awkward to discuss. In some ways, it’s like very deep ‘daydreaming’ that gives my mind a break from current stressors. That’s a bit simplistic, but will do for now.

    It’s been 8 months since the ‘no call’ to discuss the 2nd colonoscopy prep, and since it never happened and the first prep was very noticeably way more than my stomach could hold, even though I didn’t get all of it in, I didn’t have that polyp removal scope. I was in acute severe pain for hours. It felt too physically risky. I have done preps before and was a laxative purger in the early years, as well as the 1995 relapse, so am familiar with how laxatives work. I should never have been THAT bloated or in THAT much pain with the first scope. For the GI doctors I saw, delayed gastric emptying (VERY common with eating disorders) seemed to be a foreign concept. That 2nd colonoscopy was to remove the large polyp and look for the others that were suspected based on the size of the 1.5cm one they got a photo of.

    Her refusal to speak to me as she said she would and degree of apathy spoke volumes. She also tried to tell me about some apparently horrible health issues of her own (vague, cryptic, and “won’t say more because I’m concerned about your health issues”… Uh, SERIOUSLY??) which was on brand whenever she either didn’t want to talk, or had someone else more important to cater to. But, nobody close to her seems to have any clue about any medical issues, so…. ??? It all felt like a way to avoid accountability for her erratic “therapy” and undependable phone call completion rate. Even though she said she was healthy during our first call, I heard about a broken front tooth, multiple issues with a chronic leg problem, asthma, migraines, “a flu” several times (likely food poisoning- IF anything with those since she didn’t report respiratory issues, and influenza IS a respiratory virus), some respiratory infections with no contact for a month, some mystery serious thing that she didn’t have treated- discovered by a pet (which I have heard of, but that she bailed on getting it properly diagnosed was weird- and was flying all over Europe a week after this ‘thing’, so ??), COVID and long-COVID at the same time (not a thing without having COVID before the long-COVID prior to reinfection- in a town with 300 cases among 140K people- and she was one of them? Possible? Yes. Probable? Like desert property in a swamp). Each time she told me of one of her medical issues, a little more detail was added. I was a nurse for 35 years, keeping my continuing education hours up, and some stories simply do not make sense.

    I doubt everything she ever said, especially looking back at patterns. New patient moving in (to her home, or another WhatsApp patient) meant radio silence and not even seeing messages for up to a week or so… she ‘shelved’ current patients who weren’t well yet for new ones who took more time, leaving those of us who were already ‘in’ “therapy” before she took on new ones she didn’t have time for . From online comments and the McClintock book, it always revolved around finding the patients who would likely pay more than those of us who were ‘shelved’ with a bit of ‘breadcrumbing’, though she’d agreed to the rates we all paid prior to starting, OR said she’d keep patients with no additional charges. And then ask for monthly money in varying amounts for her personal or adult child’s expenses (sadly, the older daughter was VERY rarely mentioned).

    People with eating disorders are already pretty good at feeling worthless, and her actions reinforced that I didn’t mean anything to her, especially after going through the money I’d set aside for therapy- and she continued to ask for more with decreasing contact. The “I love you like a daughter” gives me the creeps now. In a few seconds, I went from hoping for an idea that would help get through the colonoscopy prep to feeling absolutely kicked to the curb. Reminded me of one side of the family’s narcissistic callousness. If I would have listened to anyone about the prep, it would have been her. Since then, I’ve refused to speak to her when it was convenient for her. Worthlessness confirmed. “Therapy” done, and failed. All of the bullshit terms of endearment , compliments, agreeing with a LOT- it all feels fake, and I don’t know how long that takes to work through. Writing does help, however, and I thank you who read my yammering on about this. I hope it starts to fade soon.

    I’m not forcing food, but am trying to get in the minimums- though with protein I don’t see a big problem with giving my kidneys a bit of a break. I also have a lot more leg muscle and bicep muscle than 4 years ago. I don’t mind the bicep muscle but the leg muscle just looks like very pale tree trunks, so if that shrinks again, I won’t be at all upset. I’ve removed as many things as possible from the ‘forbidden list’ (as much as I can… works out fine until I try to actually eat ‘fear foods’ and think about the ‘numbers’). If I want soup for breakfast, so be it. If I want cereal for lunch, OK. If I need to get some protein in , but I’m not wanting anything edible, I toss some IsoPure Clear protein into the NG bag. I guess I’m in “whatever works” mode. Kinda like I have been since I was in my teens. It’s kept me alive this long, so I hope I still have time to get back to my baseline eating. It’s still considered restrictive, but I was stable. If I a get back to where I was prior to gaining weight on less than maintenance calories, I’ll evaluate to see if I can tolerate that weight. I don’t have to be an x-ray with skin, but enough lighter to improve mobility, pain, blood sugars, and kidney functioning (not sure about the last one being reversible). My independence depends on it. So, I’m very tired, but hanging on.

    Thank you for putting up with me. And a particular thank you to whoever is reposting these posts.