These pictures were taken Sunday morning. I put blueberries and whole wheat waffle batter into the vitamix and made purple waffles. We were out of syrup so the kids had to wing it with butter LOL They did fine. No complaints!
I generally come down with a sickness or illness (usually infectious) once annually - and it's usually a doozy. I was surprised to see this past Fall season come and go without me going down. I initiated better eating at the end of October and then at the end of November/early December jumped into Fuhrman diet 100%. Avoiding a year of sickness finally caught up with me because I had a UTI that started on Friday. By Saturday, I knew better than to avoid it so I spent 2-3 hrs on a Saturday afternoon in an urgent care with a straightforward problem. I left with a paper script (who writes these anymore?!) and took it to the pharmacy but then they wanted 40min to fill it. By then I needed to get home and make dinner. I elected to wait until Sunday morning (neglect on my part) to fill the script. Sunday morning, I had excruciating pain, frequency, frank hematuria and I became febrile. I immediately picked up my filled Rx on Sunday AM and took the first antibiotic in the car on the way home. Fever, flu-like symptoms, constant suprapubic pain. I was a mess and very ill on Sunday, fever broke at 6am on Monday. I was ill yesterday, but afebrile. Attempts to notify my pcp that my uncomplicated UTI had become more complex was unsuccessful (and an appt can't be made without getting through the "med aide," which a lot of people call a "nurse," which is a slap in the face to real nurses who spend YEARS getting a degree, not WEEKS. This MA doesn't even come into the office until noon). I don't need to spend anymore of my precious, valuable time on this earth talking about how broken the medical system is here in America. It's beyond words and everybody suffers. I just want to stay out of it ... hence --> Fuhrman diet (which is whole foods, meat used as condiments only, devoid or limited salt/oil/processed food).
I'm on my last day of antibiotic (I only got a three day supply) and I can only hope that will be enough.
I'm grateful that I feel better today. My energy is back and I feel "normal."
Just after that sentence a real nurse called me from the urgent care to discuss my urine culture and make sure I was feeling better. I explained my situation, she spoke with the doctor and that doctor agreed that I needed a week of antibiotics following the fever. I profusely thanked her for calling to follow-up with me.
I appreciate and love nurses. Another prime example of the difference between a person who has had weeks of education and a person who has had years. The bottom line is that a doctor's office would normally love to hire a registered nurse to be in the office but they cannot usually afford one so they are forced to employ less expensive med-aides. I work with med-aids myself and I don't have a personal vendetta against them ... they are my friends, they are my coworkers and they have some training. However, they did not spend years in education and their training isn't either nursing or medicine. But to make patients feel better, offices will label a med-aid as a "nurse" to patients.
This diminishes the quality of care given by registered nurses and advanced practice as seen by the public.
It severely tarnishes our image.
I go to work later this week reminded of what it can feel like to be a patient. I have patients tell me that I go the extra mile and it makes all the difference for them. I am reminded that I must remain vigilent with patient care and follow each complaint until resolution.
I know it was a nurse who called to follow-up who eventually corrected what might have been a resurgence of pyelonephritis from inadequate coverage while I was out of state.
And, oh man. I am grateful for that.
I have lost 22 lb since beginning my new diet and I am feeling great. I have noted that my pants are loose around the waist line. I don't feel skinnier otherwise. I have so much more of my attention focused on more meaningful aspects of my life.