January 28, 2013. I was so excited! I was finally gonna meet an "IC specialist", a doctor who can help me. My adrenaline was rushing! So very nervous. I found out quick that would crash. During my appointment I was given what I thought was the worst news EVER! My doctor asked me how many times I urinated during the night (frequent urination is a symptom of IC). I told her I don't go that much. Maybe once a night. She told me right then that I was having symptoms because of the foods I was eating. This is when my adrenaline crashed. You see I FOLLOW my diet as best as I know how to. I have to cheat every once in a while but you try giving up all your favorite foods at once. Then she told me that she is not a fan of giving narcotics for something like this and I said that was fine cause I don't want to be on narcotics unless I absolutely have to be. Then the worst news came. She was referring me to a pelvic floor therapist to start therapy to help me learn how to control my pelvic floor muscles. Doesn't sound too bad right? It gets worse. I can't get an appointment until March 14th, 2013 and it's January 28th, 2013. That's a month and a half away and I am already in so much pain with no relief. So she gives me a new pain medicine. It's non narcotic but acts like one so that should help, right? WRONG! The only thing this medicine does for me is make me itch. I'm actually scratching myself right now. I feel like a dog!
I go home pretty bummed. These were not the answers I was looking for. But what can I do other than to accept it. It was a sad ride home. But my dad made it better. I sang the entire way home and he told me he could listen to me sing all day long. Then he got me an ice cream cone. Made me feel better. That is now my go to thing whenever I feel bad.
From this point it is just downhill. The pain has gotten worse, much worse. Unbearable worse. I started having nausea about 3 weeks ago. It has gotten out of control. Everything I eat makes me nauseated. I went to the ER a week ago and found out I have a UTI. That makes things 100% worse! They gave me some pain medicine and some nausea medicine. Well I had ran out so I called Birmingham and they told me I needed to see my family physician cause it sounds like I have something else going on. So this brings us to the present. I have a doctors appointment with my family physician at 3:30. It's 2:15 now so I need to get ready. I'll post later what went on with that. I pray everyday for a cure! I pray everyday for relief! Have a good afternoon everyone!