I don’t hate the taste of Nystatin. Is that weird?

nystatinDiving right in…

It’s been a long two weeks. Hell, it’s been a long month. But medically at least, these last two weeks have really worn me down. It started with an appointment with my pain management doc. Then I got injections in my back just about a week ago (turns out I’ve had three herniated discs for almost a year, but we’ll talk more about that later). And then, as usually happens just when I think things are going well for me, I got sick.

I started to have chest pains, mostly while I was laying down and mostly while I was inhaling. No big deal, I figured it was probably just costochondritis. I’ve had it before and it just means a quick trip to the doc and a script for a steroid. But then I started to cough. And it wasn’t like my normal smokers cough… it was a dry, hacking cough, that really really hurt. Like BAD. So when I went in to see my nutritionist I mentioned it, and she sent me right over to my primary’s nurse practitioner, who works in the same office. She diagnosed me with bronchitis, threw a second inhaler at me, and sent me on my way. So now I have two inhalers, a script for a cough medication, and bronchitis. Wonderful.

Fast forward to today. I finally got in to see my nutritionist, since our last meeting got cut short. But while I was there I had to tell her that not only was I not feeling any better, but I was feeling worse. Why, you ask? Because my NP just threw that second inhaler at me. She forgot to tell me that it was super important that I clean my mouth out after I use it. Like, with Listerine, not just water. So now not only do I have bronchitis with a terrible cough, but I also have thrush. I LOVE thrush! I also love sarcasm, by the way.

After leaving my nutritionist, I went to the walk in. I really just wanted a second opinion on the whole bronchitis thing, because it really doesn’t feel like bronchitis, but I also needed something to treat the thrush. So here’s the total run down…

When a healthy person gets sick, they go to a doctor and get maybe a script for an antibiotic, or they just get told to pick up some cold/flu medication at the pharmacy. When I get sick? I leave with a script for a cough medication, an over the counter cough medication, two inhalers, an anti-fungal suspension liquid, and an entirely new routine to live by for the next few weeks. But hey, at least I don’t hate the taste of Nystatin!

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My new daily routine…
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An Intro to Me

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Well hi. I’m Megan. I’m a very proud “Crazy Cat Lady”. I’m also chronically ill. Therefore, the name of this blog, “The Chronically Ill Cat Lady”.

Let’s get this crap out of the way, because it’s kind of important. I’ve been diagnosed with several chronic illnesses, which mean that I will be dealing with them, and with their associated medications, for the rest of my life. My diagnoses include Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis (or Autoimmune Hypothyroidism), Psoriasis, Psoriatic Arthritis, Chronic Migraines, and Activated Protein C Resistance (a blood clotting disorder, which led to me having a stroke at age 6). There are other issues, ones that have been kind of diagnosed but not really diagnosed, like Carpal Tunnel, acid reflux, and high blood pressure, but those are all peripheral disorders and they’re all relatively minor so far.

But obviously, even though this blog will be focused mainly on my illnesses and the issues that they cause, I am so much more than just my diagnoses. I’m a waitress at TGI Fridays, a job which I am way overqualified for but which I absolutely love. I volunteer at Meals on Wheels and a local animal shelter. I do yoga two to three times a week. I go to the gym, a lot. I organize “team building” activities for myself and my coworkers, things like game nights and kickball games, to help boost morale at the restaurant. And I live with three cats, who you met in the previous blog post.

So yeah, I’m chronically ill. While I try not to let that define me, or limit me, my illnesses are a big part of my life. I can’t do everything that a healthy 36 year old woman can do, and certain things that I can do I have to do differently. But honestly, I think I live a good life. I’ve had to adjust my plans a bit, but being sick has taught me to become more flexible. Since this is just an intro I won’t delve too deep into what else this whole experience has taught me right now, but I think it’s just like anything else. It has it’s ups and downs. All I know is that I’m happy today. It’s a nice warm, sunny day (a rarity for my area), I’m about to get ready to go into work (which yeah, it’s weird, but I’m looking forward to it), and then I’ll come home to clean my house, go to a yoga class, and come back to hang out with my coworkers for the evening.

It’s going to be a good day.