Monday, October 20, 2014

Down the rabbit hole...

Gastroparesis flare: check. Usual (Canadian) source of gastroparesis drug out of stock: check. *%^#.

The devil on my shoulder is doing a happy dance because, hey, I'm losing weight. The scientist in me thinks that's probably not such a great idea. I'll let the two of them fight it out until the pharmacy gets it's *$%& together and restocks. (Not to worry--I've built up enough of a buffer that I am in no danger of dropping too low before they restock).

All of this is caused by the fact that the least toxic drug used to treat gastroparesis is not approved in this country. One can either order it from abroad or get it made at a compounding pharmacy for approximately 1.5 arms and 1.43 legs. Guess which option I choose. Hell, I don't even know where to find a compounding pharmacy in Alaska, although I'm sure they exist. My rheumatologist was threatening me with another drug, which is a neurotoxin, but I was, shall we say, less than enthused. I like my nerves, thank you oh so very much.

Image Credit: Jennie Breeden "The Devil's Panties: Not Satanic Porn"


  1. Whoa. Murphey's law is really having to run to keep up with you. I hope you can get the medication you need. And stay snarky.

  2. Glad you've got some on hand and praying you get what you need when you need it.

    1. You misunderstood. I meant I've kept my weight up enough that I can lose some without dropping into any disconcertingly low range. That being said, I think I do have a little stashed away somewhere.