It’s been a tough week, so I haven’t written much. I’ve had countless plans and ideas in my mind, among which restarting my Dutch blog (yes, again!), but my brain and body won’t fully cooperate. I did restart the Dutch blog, but I only republished an old post. Because I can’t really get my mind to work towards creating an original blog post, I’m just going with #WotW and share my word for the week. I’m a bit late, but I checked and the linky is still open.
My word of the week, not quite surprisingly, is: medical. I’ve had quite the week with medical visits, after all. On Monday, I had to be screened by an endoscopy nurse in preparation for the upper GI endoscopy, which was Friday. The screening was relatively easy-going. The only hurdle was that the nurse hadn’t gotten a referral letter, so he had no idea why I was supposed to get an endoscopy. I explained that i had heartburn and pain up my esophagus. “Ah, you have reflux.” I happen to know the term in English but had hardly heard of it in Dutch and thought it’s the same as heartburn. I got the idea that the nurse felt the endoscopy wasn’t necessary, but he didn’t say so. Not that it’s his job to decide on such matters anyway. The nurse did say that my being short of breath while lying down but not (too badly) during slight exertion could be due to the reflux.
On Friday I got the actual procedure. It was a breeze too. A nurse from the institution came with me since my husband was at work. She wasn’t allowed in the room when I got the endoscopy but that wasn’t a big problem. I was sedated under twilight anesthesia, where you’re conscious but not quite aware of what happens. I can’t remember a thing about the procedure itself, though I do remember being brought to recovery. In the bed next to me was a man who got the news that he might have cancer. That gave me a bit of anxiety, because I still wasn’t so sure nothing would be found on my endoscopy. As it turned out, the doctor was finished telling me the results within less than half a minute. Nothing was found and he’d send a letter to my GP. I’m glad that nothing was found, although it would’ve been better if something with an easy, targeted treatment had been found.
On Tuesday, I went to my GP again because I’ve been having terrible fatigue and what I have gotten to believe is some sort of brain fog. I didn’t mention the term brain fog but did describe what it’s like. The doctor sent me for bloodwork and is going to give me a physical examination next week. Even though I’ve been a little less exhausted over the past few days, I do hope something easily treatable will be found. As the doctor explained, fatigue usually has more than one cause. It could be I’m having some case of the winter blues, because I’ve been feeling more depressed lately too. Fatigue for me gets better and then worse but it’s never fully gone though. I have had vitamin and iron deficiencies in the past, so we’lll see whether these are acting up again.