I’m on a low salt diet from now on, and by that I mean, I will probably be on this particular diet for the rest of my life. You know those little shortcakes that go so well with strawberries? Can’t have those. 600+ mg of sodium! I have to limit my Raisin Bran intake to one cup a day, instead of having it for 2 meals because it has 15% of my daily intake allotment. I can’t have frozen pizza anymore, or sausage, which weren’t good for me anyway, but they were nice to have every once in a while. I can’t have instant macaroni and cheese either, not that I’ll mind that one. No Hamburger Helper or any cheddar cheese. I’ll miss those actually. I’m not supposed to have about 1/2 the ingredients in tuna salad anymore. I can’t have Asian food anymore, unless I find some with lower salt. So sad, but I would rather be healthy and have my ankles back to a regular size than have heart and other health issues and swollen ankles. If that means I have to give up certain foods, then so be it. I’m not going to be like my Dadada was and try to get around the restrictions. I’m going to follow this diet, even if it means I’ll be miserable for the rest of my life. It’s better to be alive and miserable than dead and “happy”, right?

My bloodwork came back. It was normal. Yay! But if I have to stay on the Lasix, I’m going to have to have it checked a lot. That really sucks. It also means I’ll be a hard(er) stick. I was already difficult to get blood from, but it’s going to be even worse now.

I better go finish fixing my low-salt lunch.

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(The title is in reference to the Soup Nazi episode of Seinfeld, only it has been altered to fit this entry. I am in no way advocating Nazism.)

I went to the doctor this morning to check on my foot. He was pretty stumped, but said it could be weight related. He’s going to keep me on the Lasix for the time being. It should only be used as needed, though. Of course, due to the lovely main side effect, I’m not going to take it when it isn’t needed. (I’m not discussing what said side effect is.)

I had to have more blood work done. This time I thought that they might actually get some because the guy doing it ALWAYS gets my blood on the first try. He’s THAT good. Well, this time, he missed the first time because the vein rolled. The second time, the vein blew. Because he’s employed by Huntsville Hospital, he can only stick me twice. (They have a 2 stick rule.) The other two people didn’t want to risk sticking me. So, instead of getting the 2 tubes of blood, they only got 1/2 of 1 tube. They’re only going to be able to do 2 of the 3 tests. I just hope they don’t miss any test that is really needed.

I’ve had trouble staying awake today. I just feel so weak and sleepy. I wish I knew what was really causing all this crap. Between the swelling, the headaches, the chest pain, the insomnia at night, and the weakness, I’m just worried about my health.

What does it take to get in to see my family doctor on the day I call to see him? I told them I had swollen feet and legs and that I’d been at the ER and that doctor said to see my family doctor TODAY. (Actually, he wanted me to see him Saturday, but my doctor wasn’t in.) This leg thing could be anything from premenstrual fluid build up to renal/kidney failure to an infection to a blood clot that wasn’t spotted on the ultrasound. It could be really, really serious and the soonest they can get me in is tomorrow morning? I know this is going to sound bad, but what if it is so serious that something bad happens to me by tomorrow morning? I know they can work me in. They’ve done it before with my asthma and other problems, which, by the way, this is affecting. (I couldn’t sleep last night because I was gurgling when I breathed.)

I updated the layouts on E-Watson.org, HaydenP.org, and The Kate Revolution to ones made by Javeria. They look really nice. I can’t decide which is my favorite. I guess they’re good for me to look at since I feel so crappy. They kind of perk me up.

Well, I need to work on some stuff for my sites. Maybe that will keep my mind off my impending doom with my legs. Here’s hoping.

I went to the doctor yesterday afternoon. It wasn’t my doctor, so I was a bit uncomfortable. I told him about the swelling and that I had some numbness. He totally ignored the swelling and focused on the numbness. He decided I should go for a nerve conduction test. So I got that set up for June. (I don’t know if I’ll go because I don’t think it has anything to do with my nerves.) That doctor blamed my weight on the problem, tried to say I had diabetes, and basically thought I just had fat ankles. He didn’t touch my feet to see that they were in fact swollen.

By last night at about 7, my leg had gotten swollen up above my knee. It was increasing in swelling at about an inch every hour. My mom and I were worried, so we went to the ER. I told them about the swelling and that I was coughing and having shortness of breath. They got me back by 10. (That’s fast at that particular ER, especially on a Friday night.) The doctor was concerned (and intrigued by my swollen feet) and did a blood test on me and an ultrasound. He thought I could have a blood clot. I didn’t, but the blood protein that indicates clots was high. He said that could be any number of things. (I think it could have just been that they didn’t shake the tubes of blood enough, so they started to clot on their own.)

Oh, I got stuck twice last night by two very cute ER nurses. (They were guys.) The first time, they got nothing. The second time, the vein kept rolling and stopping it’s flow. Then it blew. So now I have two wrists that hurt from blown veins. I told my mom that if I ever decided to kill myself, it was pretty obvious that slitting my wrists would not be a good thing and probably wouldn’t work.

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I woke up early again this morning. It wasn’t like yesterday when I woke up at 1:50 am. This time I woke up at 5.

My arm still hurts from the IV from yesterday. It was a bit red this morning. I had to put a warm compress on it. While I was holding the compress on my arm, I looked at my feet, and my right foot and ankle were huge. I know, I’m fat so you’d think they’d always be huge, but they’re not. (My feet and lower legs are relatively small for someone my size.) They were swollen, so my mom called my doctor. Of course, he’s not in. Bleh. So, she tried to get me out of having to see another doctor, but they wanted to see me anyway. It’s a little freaky because swollen legs can be an indicator of a serious problem. I’m a bit worried.

Maybe it’ll be nothing, but knowing my luck it could be something serious.

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I’ve been working on fansites for the past week, so now it’s time to unveil them: E-Watson.org (Emma Watson), HaydenP.org (Hayden Panettiere), and LoveGreysAnatomy.co.uk (Grey’s Anatomy). (I’m just the co-webmaster at the GA one.) Let me know what you think. I adopted the Hayden domain, but I had to rebuild it in English since the old version was Polish and I don’t speak that language.

My procedure is tomorrow afternoon. Bleh. I’m a little nervous. I’m also a little excited or it to be almost over.

My back has been messed up the past few days because of my crappy posture and a car accident I was in 14 years ago, which has apparently permanently caused my back to be screwed up. I’ve been icing, heating, and muscle relaxing it for the past few days, hoping that it would get better, but it hasn’t. I mean, it’s a little better. The first night that it was bad, I couldn’t sleep at all. The other nights I slept maybe 3 or 4 hours. I’m in a lot of pain, but I can’t have anything strong for the pain because of the bad reaction I have had in the past.

I also haven’t been eating much lately. I went about 13 or 14 hours without eating on Monday. I eventually ate because I knew my meds would go wacky if I didn’t. I just was not hungry. That’s like the first time in my entire life that I haven’t wanted to eat or drink anything. I think it worried my parents. All I’ve been eating has been raisin bran and milk. I have eaten some other stuff for supper, but not much. I tried to eat on Monday night, and I got like 1/10th of what I had on my plate down before I was completely full.

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