If you do not need extra sodium in your diet, avoid salt pills. They rank right up there with the other meds I have taken that are just not the best in the world, and not worth the headache, literally.
For those of you who don't know, or haven't tuned in lately, I was prescribed 6000 mg of sodium chloride a day... That is not a play on numbers. That is 2 1000 mg tablets, 3 times a day, everyday, with a script for a year. That is a lot of frickin salt. In relation, that is the equivalent to almost a 5 pound bag of salt a year. Add that to your numbers.
Well here's low down and the high blood pressure starter:
My pain has not only increased, but the sudden intake of salt has caused me to have headaches bad enough to put down a small farm of bison. I look like a water buffalo on PMS (without the GPS and a gun) and feel like the hot tar on a steaming road in July. I don't eat, because I can't, I don't sleep because the pain keeps me awake. What little bit of sleep I do get is for a mere couple of hours, if that, about every other day. The records indicate that sleeplessness, loss of
appetite, low sodium levels and more are leading to a theory that they are merely experimenting with.
The writer in me insists on the warning signs to all of you out there should you be told by your physician that you need to increase your salt intake. If your pharmacist looks at you like "Holy Shit that's a lot of salt," chances are, it probably is. They study pharmacology for
a reason; hence why it says in all the paperwork, consult your pharmacist, not your physician.
In light of all of this, and I know you all have been waiting for the joke at the end, I am still nowhere near being diagnosed as anything but weird and complicated. My bipolar mental child has been on a roller coaster ride of emotion, targeting upset and pissed off more than anything. You know the movies where the face jumps all over the place, a sign of frustration and aggravation? I managed to capture that very appearance right here for you. It entices me, knowing that I can show you, my beloved readers precisely what it looks like when The Mystery Diva goes nuts.
Perhaps the best way for me to put this is in this perspective: should it be the worst, which we never doubt that it could be, I know a lot of people who are going to know me by name, face, social security number, car, and more. Should it not be, back to squat zero, like we’ve never been there before? The plus? I get to add this to my list of WTFs and No Nos in the end, so I can hand them over to another doc that’s just gonna try it one more time to be sure.
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