Oh, I'm being eaten
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,
And I don't like it--one bit.
Well, what do you know?
It's nibblin' my toe.
Oh, gee,
It's up to my knee.
Oh my,
It's up to my thigh.
Oh, fiddle,
It's up to my middle.
Oh, heck,
It's up to my neck.
Oh, dread,
It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .
Shel Silverstein
I remember this poem from Where The Sidewalk Ends, one of my many, many favorite books during childhood and it seems oddly appropriate for my situation. The illness that has decided to declare war on my body is the boa constrictor, and it did indeed start by nibbling at my toes and feet. Right now we are at Oh fiddle Its up to my middle. May it never take another bite!! But I have had this silly little poem stuck in my head for days and the imagery of a big fat boa constrictor nibbling and munching his way north on my body ever so slowly but determined, as if I am a snack. Well Diddle, he will have to be satisfied with reaching my middle!!
This boa constrictor recently advanced beyond my hips and called dibs, he's just at my ribs. In the process he did something to the wiring of my bladder, causing me to no longer have any sensation. Thankfully the muscle itself is still functioning at this time, so it does its job of being an internal water balloon, but the problem is that the signal that the balloon is full never makes it to my brain. I can't tell that it is time to make a dash for the bathroom until my bladder has filled to the point that it is pushing on other organs and causing abdominal pain. This is generally not the best way to reroute around a malfunctioning wire as it can cause pressure on the kidneys. So after seeing my least favorite -ologist, the ever unpopular urologist who is always tube happy, I am now potty training myself all over again. Every three hours I have to take myself to the bathroom whether I feel anything or not and "just try anyway" as I used to chide my niece. Realistically, that is every 3 hours or as close to every 3 hours as I remember. As a kid I got M&Ms and stickers when I went potty on a schedule like this - what do I get as an adult? Urodynamics testing from tube happy doctors and a kidney/bladder ultrasound. I think I had a better deal as a kid! Anyone have any boa constrictor repellent?
September 20, 2009 at 10:34 PM
My least favorite -ologist, too. If you are a good girl and go on schedule AND have no symptoms, can you forego the tubes?
Barbara
September 21, 2009 at 1:17 PM
My least favorite -ologist ever since I underwent two years of testing with them as a child and discovered just how tube happy they are and, at least at that time, no one ever explained to me what was happening. I kicked one urologist in a very urologically appropriate place after he refused to talk to me and instead talked about me to my mother (I was about 7 or 8). I was a very precocious child and tended to demand that my intelligence be respected. ;) As for tubes, it depends on the results of the testing on October 21. If I am a good girl, go on schedule, and there are no signs of significant pressure on my kidneys or kidney damage then I can forgo the tubes at least for now. However, we have to be really careful because Lupus is also well known for causing kidney damage, and I have a history of showing signs of kidney inflammation (spilling protein and microscopic blood) intermittently throughout my life from about age 7. Plus I have lived with a damaged bladder (neurogenic) all of my life, from the dysautonomia, so our goals are not the same as for another "standard" patient, which helps.
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