My gastric study looked ok, which is good news since the only emptying drug on the market, Reglan, triggers serious paralytic episodes. Feel free to dig through my HKPP blog for that drama. The ending diagnosis is Gastroparesis. I also have GERD, but that has been known for decades.
As for my potassium level, raising my dosage to a whopping 200 mEq max a day helped a great deal. My level rose an entire point to 4.7, which was our exact goal. Yay! Ideally, it would be best for me to be in the low 5s, but I'll take what I can get. Dr. B was super glad about that.
My phosphorus lab had to be sent off. I'll post the result here when I receive it. Dr. B said if it's normal, that puts me in a good place despite my apparent chronic kidney failure. The CKF will be monitored, but there's really nothing they can do for me. It's chronic, not acute, therefore there is no cure. It's something I've known for years. It's just concerning, understandably, to see it progress.
I declined the social worker for a few reasons. I received many calls, which I missed, and eventually called them back. The lady said that I had accepted services on such-and-such date and that she was trying to set up an appointment to come to my house. I told her that not only did I not accept services yet, I had never even spoken to her before and didn't know who she was. She said it was in her computer that we had talked on that day and I said yes. I told her again that wasn't true. We went back and forth on this error, and she eventually said "sorry" and gave me my case manager's phone number. What case? Exactly.
Anyway, she explained that the case manager's job is to come to my place to talk about their services, ask questions (from a checklist that I hate...I'll address that another day), and check on me regularly. I told her that I would save the lady's number and call her if or when I was ready to discuss. I hung up and called my insurance to make sure they didn't receive a bill for services that I didn't accept or receive. They hadn't, thankfully, but I'm glad I checked. The fact that she said we spoke on that day and that I signed up when I definitely had not done so yet was concerning. I actually still have the missed call and voicemail saved in my phone as proof.
As I said, I told her I would call when I was ready to discuss their services. Within two days, I began receiving calls from the case manager asking if it was ok to come over to my place to ask some questions. I let it go to voicemail every time, and she gave up by the 3rd or 4th call. I concluded once again that people don't listen to me, and they don't respect my boundaries. Story of my life.
I'm not ok with someone knocking on my door unannounced on a weekly basis to ask me generic questions that don't apply to someone with a terminal illness, and that's what was going to happen. I had a social worker in 2014, and that's what she did. I eventually stopped answering the door. I would have done the same this time. I am fine with going somewhere and talking to someone - social worker, therapist, doctor - but I am not ok with them coming here, and especially popping in to check on me uninvited. As an introvert with anxiety, that derails me, and I have no problem admitting that. I spent the first 36 years of my life being denied boundaries. I'm not about to give them up now.
If I extend a specific invitation to you, or if I tell you that you are welcome here, then you definitely are. I don't want any of my friends or family to think otherwise or feel too intimidated to spend time with me. I wouldn't have set up gaming and art tables in my living room if it was a problem. For your consideration: I get very little sleep, and when I do sleep, it's at odd times. Nothing makes me want to melt down more than finally falling asleep, and being awakened by a knock on the door, a ringing phone, or a loud neighbor. One of my biggest issues every day is that I'm so exhausted, I can't seem to process things in a timely manner (brain fog). I draw a blank when dealing with someone. I really don't feel cut out for living, and I need a lot more sleep. I unravel quickly because I'm too tired and I want the world to stop waking me up, judging me, giving me a hard time about petty things like grammar (for the love of god, find something better to do), comparing my problems to theirs or others' (this is not a competition), making assumptions, or trying to fix me, and just be a friend. I'm the first one to say I'm not a pro at managing this turbulent way of life, but I'm trying. I appreciate those who have been patient and kind, and I thank you sincerely for understanding, or at least attempting to.