Oh, the Jackson Pollack of it all

For anyone who has followed my blog for any amount of time (and read it before I deleted the last 4 years of posts), you know that I have an interesting medical history.  I get weird stuff - the kind of stuff doctors want to bring other doctors in to consult on.  Nothing contagious, just hard to diagnose and well, weird (Ie Dupuytren's Contracture)

Since living in Comox, I have been in the ER six times.  That is 6 times in under 3 years.  I think I was in the ER three times in the ten years we were in Vancouver (2 suspected pulmonary emboli and a scratched cornea after cataract surgery).  In Comox, once was a scratched cornea again, and the rest have all been food poisoning.  Since I have Type 1 diabetes, once my electrolytes are out of whack, which happens with 12 plus hours of violent expulsion, I end up in the ER, with an IV, IV Gravol, and occasionally Demerol.  I have more than my share of scopes, probes and other indignities that go along with undiagnosed GI issues.  Results - nothing wrong.

On Friday, two things happened - I spent the day in the ER again and the guy came to fix our fridge.  The ER trip went fairly well since I went in the afternoon, versus after midnight when it is busier, and the IV went in and came out relatively painlessly.  No Demerol, which in hindsight, still feeling rotten 2 days later, might be an option I take next time.

It turns out that our fridge was not working anywhere near properly, and likely has not the entire time we have lived in Comox.  It was installed in such a way to screw up the alignment, warp the structure and eventually not circulate air at all.  We knew it was not keeping things cold enough and it needed to be fixed but had no idea it was so bad.

So is there a relationship with my spike in food poisoning events and the fridge?  I hope so.  Cuz this puking thing is getting old, and the ER folks are going to put me in the frequent flier/drug seeking file soon!