I think I had my first mini-dumping episode last night. In case you have not heard of dumping syndrome, it is a reaction that roux en y patients have if they eat too much sugar or too much fat.
Last night, John made me some homemade chicken broth. He let it simmer for a long time - started it around 5 and had it cooking til probably midnight. Dummy me decided to go in around 11pm and put some in a soup mug and bring it upstairs. I should not have done this because all the fat from boiling the chicken thighs and chicken was still in the pot. (Whereas today I skimmed all the fat off the top of the soup that had settled in the fridge). When I ate it I even though it tasted "oily" but had about half a cup anyway.
Then I was in the bathroom yelling for John to get a blue cup. I bought these really ugly blue disposable cups a long time ago and every time I've had a migraine, they've been carried around for impromptu barfing (and yes, they go into the garbage everytime). I'm probably down to about 4 cups out of the 10 I bought!
I sat on the toilet with the blue cup (in case I threw up) and started to feel nauseous, cold chills, lightheaded like I was going to pass out. At the same time, I was not sure if i was going to have the runs or whatever so that's why I stayed on the toilet - just in case. I gagged quite a few times thinking something was sure to come out - dry heaved quite a bit but nothing came out. I then went and laid on the sofa in the living room and asked John to get my pillows from the bedroom so I could lay down. I felt better just laying down. I ended up falling asleep and feel fine today.
I guess this was probably a "mini-dump". It probably would have been alot worse if I drank the whole cup of soup that I brought upstairs with me - I poured half of it down the toilet when the "oily" taste was getting to me. I had a feeling that it might not be such a good idea after a while.
Other than that I'm doing alright!
Here's a picture of me in front of our Casino from Sunday when we went down to the river to see the cars of the bull run. (bullrun.com).
Dawn
I think I had my first mini-dumping episode last night. In case you have not heard of dumping syndrome, it is a reaction that roux en y patients have if they eat too much sugar or too much fat.
Last night, John made me some homemade chicken broth. He let it simmer for a long time - started it around 5 and had it cooking til probably midnight. Dummy me decided to go in around 11pm and put some in a soup mug and bring it upstairs. I should not have done this because all the fat from boiling the chicken thighs and chicken was still in the pot. (Whereas today I skimmed all the fat off the top of the soup that had settled in the fridge). When I ate it I even though it tasted "oily" but had about half a cup anyway.
Then I was in the bathroom yelling for John to get a blue cup. I bought these really ugly blue disposable cups a long time ago and every time I've had a migraine, they've been carried around for impromptu barfing (and yes, they go into the garbage everytime). I'm probably down to about 4 cups out of the 10 I bought!
I sat on the toilet with the blue cup (in case I threw up) and started to feel nauseous, cold chills, lightheaded like I was going to pass out. At the same time, I was not sure if i was going to have the runs or whatever so that's why I stayed on the toilet - just in case. I gagged quite a few times thinking something was sure to come out - dry heaved quite a bit but nothing came out. I then went and laid on the sofa in the living room and asked John to get my pillows from the bedroom so I could lay down. I felt better just laying down. I ended up falling asleep and feel fine today.
I guess this was probably a "mini-dump". It probably would have been alot worse if I drank the whole cup of soup that I brought upstairs with me - I poured half of it down the toilet when the "oily" taste was getting to me. I had a feeling that it might not be such a good idea after a while.
Other than that I'm doing alright!
Here's a picture of me in front of our Casino from Sunday when we went down to the river to see the cars of the bull run. (bullrun.com).
Dawn