Poppin' in to share with you all that I'm finally outta the tunnel--which I thought I was out of last week but nay, the cat came back, even scratchier and meaner.
And by cat I mean MAJOR flank pain, abdominal aching, loss of appetite and generally just feeling like poo in and out for two weeks.
Twice, (strangely both times on Saturdays), I came close to checking myself back into the hospital and then happily, I'd be on the upswing again the next day.
Yesterday, after sending my Neph a pic I took in the loo. Yes, a pee pic. He surmized that likely, I had been going though Renal Colic aka kidney stone(s). He also said that as I was feeling so much better that I had likely "evacuated" it.
I love medical terms. "Everybody!!! Get the HELL ouuuuuuuut!!!"
And I certainly AM feeling much more average again.
I must admit the joints were not happy with me half way home, but I pushed on and it was great to do something normal after being so down for the count since Canada. (Also due to a mofo sciatica attack that is also finally fini.)
I've been reading up on kidney stones some today and wasn't overly keen to note that once a person has one episode, it's likely to happen again.
And I already follow such a renal-friendly diet too.
Perhaps being on all this high dose calcium and/or the D3 for so long have taken their tolls?
As far as I know, stones don't run the family.
Ahhhhhh, the roller coaster that is this MPA-->CKD bastard...
In any case, I have officially upped my water intake and surely the resumed pooch walks will help. I missed walking with Ole Yeller, ('cause he's deaf and rather loud at times and yes, yellow too... ; ).
as always, +++vibes 'n take good care o' yer beans,