I had my six monthly follow-up at the hospital today. Thankfully, my consultant and my previous bastard consultant were listed as 'away'. I must be the only person who is thankful to see a registrar (resident to you North Americans) rather than a specialist.
This is the second time I've seen this registrar. I rather like him. He has this rare thing amongst consultants. I think it's called, um, people skills. Very rare in my experience. Here's hoping that he doesn't lose them when he becomes a bigwig consultant.
Everything was fine in his eyes. I have only gained half a kilo in the last six months, despite eating far more crap over the last six months than I have in my adult life. My blood work was good, no evidence of inflammation (Yay Humira!), still no anaemia (Yay hysterectomy!), normal liver function (hello beer!) and no hypoalbumenia (Yay remission!).
The only thing that's funky is the continuing slightly low creatinine and urea. Both the previous registrar (also had people skills) and my GP have said that low is way better than high, and both have said that isn't totally abnormal for a small girly like me. Today's registrar said that it's a sign that I'm not getting enough protein. 'So I should eat more steak?', I joked. 'There is always room for more steak!', he said. This made me laugh because I had a similar conversation with a previous GP many years ago (that needs a separate post).
Overall, he is happy with how things were, although he said that they probably should do another MRI of my guts sometime to see how they are doing on Humira. As I've had a pretty bad week at work, I talked him out of it this time around. He decided to put me on 9 monthly recall, which suits me because all going well, I don't have to back in that clinic until 2016. Suits me!!!
So after some pleasantries (people skills!!), I start heading out, and just before I go out the door, he says 'And remember to have steak for dinner tonight. Doctor's orders!'
Yes, sirreee!
The Co-op was out of sirloin and rump, so gosh darn it, I had to get fillet. And bloody hell, was it ever gorgeous! #fuckyoucrohnsdisease
This is the second time I've seen this registrar. I rather like him. He has this rare thing amongst consultants. I think it's called, um, people skills. Very rare in my experience. Here's hoping that he doesn't lose them when he becomes a bigwig consultant.
Everything was fine in his eyes. I have only gained half a kilo in the last six months, despite eating far more crap over the last six months than I have in my adult life. My blood work was good, no evidence of inflammation (Yay Humira!), still no anaemia (Yay hysterectomy!), normal liver function (hello beer!) and no hypoalbumenia (Yay remission!).
The only thing that's funky is the continuing slightly low creatinine and urea. Both the previous registrar (also had people skills) and my GP have said that low is way better than high, and both have said that isn't totally abnormal for a small girly like me. Today's registrar said that it's a sign that I'm not getting enough protein. 'So I should eat more steak?', I joked. 'There is always room for more steak!', he said. This made me laugh because I had a similar conversation with a previous GP many years ago (that needs a separate post).
Overall, he is happy with how things were, although he said that they probably should do another MRI of my guts sometime to see how they are doing on Humira. As I've had a pretty bad week at work, I talked him out of it this time around. He decided to put me on 9 monthly recall, which suits me because all going well, I don't have to back in that clinic until 2016. Suits me!!!
So after some pleasantries (people skills!!), I start heading out, and just before I go out the door, he says 'And remember to have steak for dinner tonight. Doctor's orders!'
Yes, sirreee!
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| Not quilting supplies in the background of this picture. |
The Co-op was out of sirloin and rump, so gosh darn it, I had to get fillet. And bloody hell, was it ever gorgeous! #fuckyoucrohnsdisease
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