I need to stop consulting Dr Google. It’s just making me freak out. I’m having symptoms of kidney function issues. Tomorrow I go for more labs and see my PCP Monday, and a Nephrologist on Wednesday. This is the reason I became a vegetarian 2 months ago next Wednesday. Plant protein is supposed to be easier on your kidneys. (Not a speck of meat has passed these lips.) I’ve also been analyzing food labels and looking up nutrition information on produce. I literally spent 4 hours at the grocery store today and didn’t buy much. I’m looking for foods that are low in all of the following:
Sodium
Potassium
Phosphorus
I also continue to look at carbs and fiber. I probably spent over 20 minutes analyzing labels for tortillas. It’s insane how much sodium some of them had. I went with corn street taco size tortillas and made quesadillas with queso cheese. I had 2 street taco sized quesadillas and a cup of red seedless grapes for dinner. Not joking. The only other things I had today were 1 blueberry muffin and a Matcha Green Tea drink at Starbucks. The medium size, whatever that’s called.
So labs tomorrow and they will send me home with a jug to collect…you know. After my labs we are meeting 1/2 of the older couple we are friends with at a Mexican joint. We have the same PCP, and he also has kidney issues, but he’s been told his diagnosis. I haven’t. I think he is further along with tests, nephrologist, and nutritionist appointments. I have to call the nutritionist Friday. I’ve just been going by what I’ve read, and really need to have the nutritionist educate me.
I got notification yesterday that my driver’s license was reinstated. First thing I did after I opened the mail was grab my shoes and the Buick keys and left the house solo! Now that I can drive the Buick, the Blazer has a flat tire that can’t be repaired. Gah! Supposedly my brother-in-law is coming on Sunday to put the spare on so I can buy a pair of tires Monday. Neither my wife, nor I can change it because of back and knee issues. If I could remember how to use a scissors jack, I would instruct my son to do it. If I see my neighbor tomorrow I’ll ask if I can borrow his hydrologic jack. He’ll probably change it for me, and I will happily pay him.
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