March 26, 2019

March 26, 2019April 3, 2019 ~ Campjustin ~ Leave a comment

Tomorrow I’ll meet with my G-tube doctor, and he’ll decide if it’s time to pull the G-tube out.

I’m scared, because in the past I’ve never had a good experience with that doctor. Like, never.

The G-tube is something I rely on, and it’s been hard trying to quit. I’m sorry if I’m not chronically ill enough for your sympathy.

Also, thinking about March 24, 2019, I have to go through with this entire process in fifteen years. Do I even need to pull it out?

Once it’s out, it’s out. For good.

That means if I slack off on nutrition, or become sick enough that I can’t eat, the door is closed. Forever.

Or if I go through surgery to get it inserted again. 😰

Would it be better in the long run to not remove it? Geez, I don’t want to think about it.

May 4, 2019

May 4, 2019May 5, 2019 ~ Campjustin ~ Leave a comment

Every since the biopsy (April 24, 2019) my heart’s been acting a little weird. Sometimes I feel palpitations, like the ones that occurred right after transplant.

While swimming today, my heart had full on palpitations, which is weird, since I didn’t even do any strenuous exercise.

I decided to take today easy. Even with a relaxing swim, I still felt heart palpitations afterwards. It calmed down after ten minutes in the hot tub.

Yeah, it’s been weird. I could be sitting down doing homework when BOOM, BOOM, BOOM and then it’s gone.

I don’t know if it’s anxiety or if it’s actually real. I’m considering anxiety because last year I used to feel fake episodes of arrhythmia.