Internal medicine was this past Tuesday. I had the usual blood work, including Vitamin D, Magnesium, and the basic metabolic panel. I'll go down there and look at results tomorrow. Dr. B doesn't deal with my kidneys and HKPP, but tries to manage anything else that comes along, including some of the symptoms associated with these conditions. This includes my ridiculous digestive system and my heart, which loves to race and palpitate over nothing. It gets especially fussy when I try to do anything productive, like laundry or dishes or walking to the mailbox. And if I'm startled in any way, forget it. I have to lie down.
Conclusion: My heart is a jerk. I'm back on a monitor for a little while, to take a look at things. Gone are the days of the Holter. This monitor hangs out on my torso and communicates wirelessly with an app on a cell device.
The electrodes are standard, and they still suck. My skin hates electrodes, so I'll be bringing out the Vaseline or Neosporin or whatever to deal with that. Not a real complaint. It could be worse.
Once I stopped the med, my acid reflux returned with a vengeance, worse than ever, and I began choking again. This has been in the news quite a bit lately, and to my dismay, I am one of the statistics of which they speak. So it's out, as are the two drugs I took prior to this one, omeprazole (PRILOSEC) and pantoprazole (PROTONIX). I'm now eating calcium carbonate tablets and propping up on four pillows until something else can be figured out.
In spite of stopping the PPI, my digestive system has still not recovered, although it is finally seeing a little bit of improvement now that I've increased my magnesium supplementation. I hope the increase will be temporary, since it's making my stomach and back ache like there's no tomorrow. It's always something.
As for other meds, I'm still fighting with my insurance about covering them. It amazes me how an insurance establishment thinks they have the right to say that I don't need a drug...like they would have a CLUE. Sometimes I want to say, "Ok, I'll stop taking these pills and go back to work, and YOU can have systemic disease. Deal?" Stop trying to kill me, you dummies.
That's the nice version of what I've really been saying. You're welcome.
I'm nowhere close to getting housing in Mississippi where my renal and muscular dystrophy physicians are, so I am really grateful to Dr. B here at my local clinic in Alabama for being so helpful. He has a medication assistance program that works with my insurance, and this has allowed me to obtain many of the medications that have saved and continue to sustain my life (as well as sort of wreck it, but that's the way the ball bounces when your body attacks itself). This is a no-win situation, and everybody involved knows that, but I'd say most of us are doing all we can do to keep me around. I don't take it for granted.
Next appointments: OBGYN in April, MDA and Renal Clinics in May.