So I’m finding that there are “easy days” and there are “queasy days”.
Queasy days are generally, but not always, the ones starting a day or so after my weekly dose. Easy days are generally, but not always, the last day or so, and dosing days. Sometimes, eating something will settle the stomach.
Yesterday (dose day) was an easy one. I likely got a thousand calories or more, topping it off with a really yummy bowl of chili.
This morning was clearly a queasy day. I thought I’d try a small portion of that chili. Bad idea.
Within 20 minutes I felt things were not going well.
I will digress to note that my parents never appreciated that the TWO TIMES I got car sick as a kid, I recognized that unfamiliar sensation, and got my head out the window in time. I literally NEVER barfed any other time (except once on a carnival ride, and even then I knew… just could not get off the ride in time). How did I recognize what was about to happen?
And the two times I’ve hurled as an adult. Same thing: recognized it, and made it to the bathroom in time. I guess everyone has their own superpower.
Anyway, today was no exception. I realized that chili had been an error, and returned it to the plumbing system via a more direct route than planned. Ugh.
I will see a new primary care doc in a month or so (mine is moving, to a place an hour away). I am considering pushing to go back to the lower dose.
I haven’t weighed myself in a week or so, so I don’t know whether I’ve lost any more. Hard to imagine that I haven’t, however.