F*ck This Sh#t!

If you have been following along, you will know that I have been nauseous with a low grade fever since September and no one has been able to find the cause.

A couple of weeks ago, I had an Upper G.I.series which came back normal and it’s like my Gastroenterologist has washed her hands of me. I am going though perimenopause and I am taking something OTC for my hot flashes which has worked beautifully. Nausea IS a symptom of perimenopause, though not a common one. I emailed my gynecologist to ask her for something for nausea, I mean what does she give pregnant women who have morning sickness(?) and she told me I should follow up with my Primary Care doc, which brings me right back to the beginning.

I am homebound due to this. I haven’t showered in days because I am too sick.

A couple of weeks ago, Tyler, Jacques and I all came down with the stomach virus and ever since then it’s been even worse. In fact, this whole thing started with a stomach virus.

I cancel everything; dental appointments, appointments with my sleep specialist. I haven’t been to therapy in months. One thing that I did cancel that I could kick myself for is an appointment with my Rheumatologist. I am sick, but I have no Rheumatological symptoms, no pain or swelling. I thought he would laugh at me but he would have been a good doctor to go to and now I will have to wait until June.

I can’t go to Tyler’s doctor’s appointments and yesterday Jacques took him for a haircut, thank God for him! The last time I went out was for Tyler’s tae kwon do tournament, over a
week ago.

It’s also frustration with the little things; my eyebrows need waxing and I am in desperate need of a pedicure. Plus looking at my dirty self in front of the mirror does nothing for my self esteem. I can’t do the things I need to do to feel good about myself.

I am so desperate for relief that if I wasn’t afraid of the paranoia I would even try marijuana for nausea relief. I’ve never done an illegal drug in my life, I am the straightest arrow, so you know I’m getting desperate!

My day goes like this: wake up, the nausea hits immediately, get Tyler off to school then take some sedatives to make me fall asleep so that I can sleep through at least part of the nausea. I try to make calls and I’m ordering a lot from the internet. I do a lot of reading but sometimes I can only just lay. Even this laptop is bothering my stomach.

At this point I don’t know where to turn. I’m open to nausea remedies, possible causes of this, and prayers and good thoughts for this nightmare to end.

Very often I feel too nauseous to blog and I am not even going to bother to find a cute photo for this post. I haven’t even proofread this like 10 times. Deal with it.


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About mamasick

Emily Cullen is a pen-name. I suffer from chronic illnesses and diseases which include Bipolar Disorder, Asthma, Diabetes and Fibromyalgia. I had battled Lupus and Rheumatoid Arthritis but there is no longer evidence of me having these diseases and my Rheumatologist has declared them to be "burnt out" of my system. I am separated from my husband, “Grant”. Our son, “Tyler” was born in September of 2006 and suffers from tics and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and is delayed in fine and gross motor skills. In my blog I seek to let sick moms know that they are not the only ones going through this, and to educate people about what can happens when one becomes catastrophically ill. I also strive to break down stereotypes of what a “Welfare Mom” is like. Anything that I have gone through due to being sick, is written on the pages of Mama Sick.

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