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Aug. 31st, 2018 03:26 pmI saw my doctor yesterday. She's not pleased with the endocrinologist because she thinks he's wrong. I pointed out that, even if she's right and he's wrong, there's damn all we can do about it. I eat the things I eat because I know that they don't make me sick in the short term (less than 24 hours). Most of the things she would like me to eat actually do make me sick or require preparation that I'm not physically able to manage.
She was a little astonished when I told her that beans are excellent (canned only) because that's completely against accepted information about IBS.
No advice on this, please. You're unlikely to come up with anything I haven't tried and can afford.
Getting home after the appointment was a serious PITA. I had to schedule an ultrasound before I could leave the building, and that took a very long time. I had, at that point, just barely enough time to get to the bus stop and then home to be able to eat and take my lunch meds. When I got to the stop, I saw that the street the bus would usually take to get to the street where the stop was was blocked. I checked the bus website to see if the bus was rerouted. Nothing. I looked for any signs in the vicinity to tell me there was a detour. Nothing.
Then I saw the bus I needed turning onto the street I was on from the next cross street down, bypassing the stop where I was completely. That bus is once every 30 minutes and takes about 15 minutes to get me all the way home. There's another bus that's every 15 minutes and takes about 25 to get me all the way home. I'd have had to walk about 10 minutes to get to a stop for that, so it wasn't going to help at all.
I realized that I was going to have to buy food out in order to be able to take my meds, so I walked from downtown to the diner that's about halfway home. I got there in about 20 minutes. Cordelia joined me for lunch. Then she caught a bus to the library, and I walked the rest of the way home.
Our cleaning lady had been panicking a bit over me not being there when she arrived and not having left a note (I should have told Cordelia to leave one. I didn't think to). The cleaning lady was afraid I was in the hospital again.
She was a little astonished when I told her that beans are excellent (canned only) because that's completely against accepted information about IBS.
No advice on this, please. You're unlikely to come up with anything I haven't tried and can afford.
Getting home after the appointment was a serious PITA. I had to schedule an ultrasound before I could leave the building, and that took a very long time. I had, at that point, just barely enough time to get to the bus stop and then home to be able to eat and take my lunch meds. When I got to the stop, I saw that the street the bus would usually take to get to the street where the stop was was blocked. I checked the bus website to see if the bus was rerouted. Nothing. I looked for any signs in the vicinity to tell me there was a detour. Nothing.
Then I saw the bus I needed turning onto the street I was on from the next cross street down, bypassing the stop where I was completely. That bus is once every 30 minutes and takes about 15 minutes to get me all the way home. There's another bus that's every 15 minutes and takes about 25 to get me all the way home. I'd have had to walk about 10 minutes to get to a stop for that, so it wasn't going to help at all.
I realized that I was going to have to buy food out in order to be able to take my meds, so I walked from downtown to the diner that's about halfway home. I got there in about 20 minutes. Cordelia joined me for lunch. Then she caught a bus to the library, and I walked the rest of the way home.
Our cleaning lady had been panicking a bit over me not being there when she arrived and not having left a note (I should have told Cordelia to leave one. I didn't think to). The cleaning lady was afraid I was in the hospital again.
