Thursday:
didn’t feel very well
Friday:
*definitely* didn’t feel well. Spent most of the day in bed. About 2330 I had the explosive shits. After getting back to my desk and sitting down, I felt what I first thought was another ureter kidney stone. That’s when the stone is stuck in the little tube between the kidney and the bladder; they’re extremely painful. As in, oxycodone just knocks the edge off a bit. But after a while it was working its way across to the other kidney. That’s not normal. The vertigo hit a bit later; to where I thought I might fall out of my chair.
During a lull I went on to bed with the fan on because I had the sweats, getting up to hit the bathroom every hour or so. During the night my back and knees had started to hurt; pretty much like what I used to take anti-inflammatory meds for. And the kidney pain kept ratcheting slowly up.
Saturday:
I don’t remember much about Saturday. I spent most of it alternating between sweating in front of a fan, rolled up an an electric blanket with cold shakes so bad I probably looked like I was having seizures, and trying not to throw up in bed. Shoulders and hips signed up for being painful. Kept hydrated at the standard 60oz/day. (3x bottled waters) Due to the generalized pain I couldn’t tell when I actually needed to go to the bathroom, so I shuffled in there every couple of hours for the next few days.
Sunday:
My scheduled TRT day. I managed to sit at the desk for a couple of hours, but I didn’t want to pass out in the middle of shooting up, so I postponed it. I did my weekly glucose test: 145. (!!!!) It had been 48 hours since I’d last eaten anything; I was expecting low 80s. Glycogenesis? I need to look up when that can occur. Blood pressure was 78/42, but an hour later it was 135/76. Hm. Went back to bed.
Monday:
Felt a bit better, was able to sit up a few more hours. Kidney pain pretty much gone away, but the spine and joints were a sumbitch.
Still have the vertigo. I *hate* vertigo.
Today:
Definitely getting over it. Got in to see the doctor, gave him the symptoms, and asked him if he wanted me to stop there or if he wanted my amateur diagnosis. He wanted to know what I came up with.
My diagnosis:
Not a UTI; no burning when urinating. Not stones: the feeling wasn’t the same, and stone pain doesn’t from one side to the other. Plus it was mostly gone by Monday. I’d gone off the nootropics the previous week and was going to wait until this week before trying the next ones so I’d be clean when starting the new tests, no nothing there. I’d starting taking a calcium supplement as he’d recommended at our last visit, so it was something new, but it was just a plain over-the-counter dietary supplement, and I really don’t think that was a factor.
The joint pain was very familiar, particularly the spine and knees. With the other joints joining in, that’s a full-on inflammation attack. And I haven’t had anything like that since I went on keto back in November.
So: kidney infection, which somehow set off the Immune System Disorder. The doc thought about it a bit and agreed. He took blood and urine samples, but said the way things are working now, he might not get the results back until next Monday, so he picked an antibiotic to start taking today. He might have me swap to a different one depending on the lab results. I asked if he could give me something for the vertigo; he said sure; I suggested he save everyone some trouble and just prescribe the handy 5-gallon size. Unfortunately he thought I was joking.
The blood samples were because he’d been discussing me with another doctor, about my autoimmune disorder. The other doc had some suggestions of different things to look for, so he was going to have me come in for a blood draw sometime this week anyway.
Oh, and at the weigh-in, I scored 296! Though that’s probably a false alarm; three and a half days of shitting and sweating and not eating much lost more weight - probably just water, despite all the drinking - then I was expecting. At the rate I’ve been losing weight, I was expecting to drop below 300 sometime next week. The doc counted back previous visits in his chart - 325, 359, 343, 379, 349… I think he was happier than I was.