When we got home from the last plumbing appointment, I read through the paperwork describing the two tests that would be potential next steps, and decided the prescription was going to have to work!
I began taking the medication and tried to convince myself it was working, but three weeks later, I was still unsure that anything had changed. I took some time to research the medication online, and read that you could take as much as 10mg daily and I was only at 5mg. So, I decided to call and ask if we could increase the dosage, hoping that would work. I was given the green light and informed that sometimes the medication took time to work and to give it a few weeks.
Wanting desperately to avoid the tests, I increased the dosage and willed myself to believe it was making a difference... but in the end, in the battle of mind over matter, my will could not prevail, and embarrassing events began to occur more often than I'd like to admit.
It had gotten to the point that I had to seriously limit my fluid intake, especially if I dared to push my luck and leave the house, but it really wasn't the best solution as the lack of fluids in general made me feel worse.
While at the clinic for a study visit, a sample was requested, and since I was unable to comply, I had to admit to my less than brilliant strategy of fluid limitation. I was warned of the harmful effects of dehydration, and encouraged to utilize protective products to deal with the situation. After all these high tech garments were invented for the astronauts, there's no reason why I should be embarrassed about using them!
Oh sure... Use the high tech argument with the geek! Just because I like computers, and software doesn't mean I'd be eager to wear Depends! However, I had to humbly admit, I needed to try some kind of a protective garment, at the very least when out of the house for extended periods of time.
Okay, so the way I figured it, the most discreet way to handle this would be shopping for them on the Internet, and Amazon.com seemed to carry everything I've needed so far, and the search commenced.
I wasn't prepared for the expansive selection, and the attempts at persuasive marketing to lure potential buyers. Although I needed them, it was apparent to me that I was not their target customer when I felt no excitement after reading "Now in new soft peach!"
The product features were interesting:
Size: small/medium fits 115 - 190 lbs -This was of concern to me; how is it possible that one garment could properly fit individuals that range 75 lbs in body weight?
Two ways to change: step-in & pull-up OR easy change with 4 secure Velcro® closures, sounded too much like the description on diapers for toddlers.
Maximum absorbency, captures and locks in odor, okay, sounds useful...
Quiet and comfortable, you mean to tell me these make noise when you wear them? That ought to be hilarious!
Made in the USA from domestic and imported materials... Seriously?
And Unisex? It's been a while since I had to purchase diapers for my daughter, but I do remember them being gender specific, why would that change for adults?
At any rate... I had to make a choice and none of the options were going to come close to matching my favorite French lace bras, so I had to find some way to have fun when it came time for a dry run with my new undergarments. And well... wearing my matching panties over the soft peach granny pants doesn't mean I've lost my mind, it's just an example of my resilient sense of humor!
Sorry Honey... ALS does not stand for Always Looking Sexy!
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ReplyDeleteHow are you? You are a very courageous lady.
Don't think about how it looks--- just how it works for you.
Keep your faith and sense of humor.
Thanks, I don't feel courageous... mostly, I feel frustrated but now when I drop something on the floor, I think twice before I spend the next 15 minutes trying to pick it up... you've got to pick your battles!
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You are a strong, courageous woman. Your writing style reminds me of Erma Bombeck; having the ability to find humor in what life throws at you is inspirational.
ReplyDeleteThank you, that's a generous compliment! Some of the first books I remember reading as a teen were my mom's copies of I Lost Everything in the Post-Natal Depression and The Grass is Always Greener Over the Septic Tank; I guess Erma's sense of humor stuck with me!
DeleteHonestly, if you can't make light of the situation, you'll never make it out of bed in the morning...although the smell of coffee also helps!
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