c) this was something entirely new and unrelated to any of my previously existing conditions
We played phone tag for a few days until I finally got a call from a nurse on Monday of this week. My doctor felt it was most likely that the symptoms were, in fact, a more extreme manifestation of Raynaud’s than I’d experienced in the past, and that, as my symptoms seemed to be getting more severe, it might be time to consider medication. Hence, I was referred to a rheumatologist. That appointment occurred on Thursday of this week.
As luck would have it, the medications used to control symptoms of Raynaud’s Disease are blood pressure meds; and, because my blood pressure is low, my doctor doesn’t want me to take them. You see, unfortunately, they could cause my blood pressure to drop even lower, and this could result in dizziness and falling. Falling has already been rather a chronic problem for me, and it has been deemed an unnecessary risk, as has dangerously low blood pressure.
So, I have been given recommendations to step up my efforts to stay warm. These include things that might seem obvious, like using hot water bottles and heated gloves/socks/blankets, warming creams, taking warm showers when I come in from being outside, making sure to keep my hands and feet covered and protected, even when I don’t feel cold, and keeping my core warm. They also include things that might seem a little less obvious, like increasing my salt intake, in hopes of raising my blood pressure, and building muscle mass. The challenge, here, my rheumatologist pointed out, will be striking a balance in which I work out to build muscle mass, but am careful not to accidentally lose weight. This will involve adding protein-dense calories to my diet, which means adding food to my diet. (I know. This doesn’t seem like brain surgery. Stick with me. It’s trickier than it seems.) I started working on this as soon as I got home on Thursday. I immediately baked a loaf of peanut butter bread, replacing part of the flour with almond flour. Then I made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with it. I figured, that way, at least I am getting lots of protein (and lots of calories ~ yay!) Because that working out and not accidentally losing weight thing? Believe it or not, that really is a challenge.
I know. This all sounds sort of stupid. But…food is hard. I mean, I have had food issues for a long time. First and foremost, there are the lingering eating-disorder-related issues, which will always linger; but, on a more basic level, there are all of the food allergies and sensitivities. I am allergic to milk protein (and elderberries, and echinacea, which don’t come up much, so that’s okay, really. Oh, and shellfish ~ which never comes up, because I’m vegetarian, but does somewhat complicate eating at restaurants, or buying some prepared foods). I also have IBS, and, while it seems to be fairly mild most of the time, it can rear its ugly head at any moment, and, at those times, it is triggered by: eggs, white/refined carbs (so, any bread, pasta, or baked goods made with that, white bread, white rice ~ basically, I do better with whole grains and more fiber in my diet), and fried foods. Then, there are times when I think it is triggered by food. Oh, also, stress. It is also triggered by stress. Then, add to that the fact that I am on a medication that makes it hard for me to keep on weight, even when I am not working out. So, now, I am trying to eat the right things that won’t trigger my IBS, so I can be sure not to lose weight while doing PT, so my CRPS won’t flare up, so I can then work out enough to build muscle mass to try to keep myself warm ~ but not so much that I accidentally work off any of the extra peanut butter I ate.
Because then, maybe I will be buff enough to haul in some firewood and build a big fire, and then we will all be warm. By “we,” of course, I mean me, and all of my fingers. And my toes. My toes are also cold, but I don’t see them often, because they are very far away, and usually inside several pairs of socks. I miss my toes.
Ah. But we have a gas fireplace. So, forget about that firewood. I’ll use my muscles to lift more peanut butter sandwiches, instead.
On Friday, I didn’t manage to do much working out, but I ate pretty well. I mentioned this to Hallie, adding my concern that, if I keep doing this, I won’t build any muscle, and all that extra protein will just be converted to fat. “Well…fat will keep you warm,” Hallie responded, quite correctly. And, so, I guess we’re good. Because, the truth is, fat will keep me warm, and I really, really need to stay warm. Nevertheless, I have always dreamed of being sort of buff. Warm, and buff. It sounds kind of dreamy.