News Dump

There are a few things to catch folks up on, but I am not feeling great, so I will keep this short.

The big news is that my Xifaxan arrived from India. This is the antibiotic that should knock back the presumed Small Intestinal Bacterial Overgrowth (SIBO). With any luck, this will significantly reduce my pain, eliminate my need to constantly vent my G-tube and maybe even allow me to get off IV hydration.

I started my two-week course yesterday. Unfortunately, I am venting pieces of the pill out after closing off my G-tube for an hour so I don’t know how much of it I am absorbing. And it is particularly important that this antibiotic reach my small intestine. Which it cannot if it is venting directly out of my stomach.

I had an appointment with my nutritionist this morning and she is going to ask the Stanford pharmacist if I can grind up the pills and put them directly into my J tube. This would guarantee that the antibiotic reaches where it needs to go.

The pill is huge, and pills need to be ground really fine when going into the J tube, otherwise they can cause clogs. I am already fighting potential formula clogs forming in my J tube. I might need to pull out the big guns (the clog zapper) if I get the go ahead. I am also going to price an electric pill grinder.

In other news, things have been getting increasingly unclear with my insurance company. We have been fighting my insurance company over getting an out of network exception for the psychiatrist in the GI department at Stanford for months. I have out of network exceptions for the rest of my care team at Stanford, all based on the same recognition that there are no specialists in-network that can provide the very specific care that I need.

To refresh your memories, my brain misinterprets gut motility as pain. At the suggestion of one of my GIs in New York (so you know this goes back more than a year), I have been trying to transition from duloxetine to nortriptyline to manage the pain. They are both antidepressants that have also found to be effective at managing gut/brain issues.

My pain doctor is not comfortable managing the transition because of my history of depression. Regardless of the fact that I have medication resistant depression, she wants a psychiatrist to oversee the transition. I have seen 3 psychiatrists (2 in-network) that have been unwilling to manage the medication transition because it is above their pay grade.

There is a psychiatrist that is part of the GI department at Stanford that may be willing to oversee the transition. I have met with him, and he gaslit me and was kind of awful and unethical (he told me only halfway through the session that he was recording me–never asked permission and he called my therapist, once again, after telling me, but having never asked) but he is kind of the last option available.

No one at the insurance company seems to know what is going on anymore. At first we were able to get at least a first name of someone managing the appeal, but as of Monday, she was apparently no longer part of the process. I also received a letter denying the appeal, but when we called the insurance company, the appeal was apparently still open.

Yesterday, Damaris had a conference call with the folks who wrangle with insurance companies. They decided that they are going to file a complaint on my behalf to the state insurance control board. They are very confident in the strength of our case. Fingers crossed, that may get us the exceptions we need to get me to January. At which point, everything resets again.

David has been cleared to be weight-bearing, in his boot, to his comfort level. He is down to one crutch and has even managed to run a couple of errands on his own. He still tires kind of easily, and is dealing with some pain from using his foot, but he is definitely healing.

Burnout

I was following a thread on chronic illness life, this morning, and I ran across a post about chronic illness burnout. That is precisely where I am right now. I just want a vacation from my body. A break from the daily routine of meds, tubes, pumps, formula and fluids.

I know it is not about physical exhaustion, because I don’t feel the same dread when it comes to getting David his food or his meds. But when I even think about having to flush a tube or hook up or disconnect from my feeds or fluids, I just feel like I am carrying a 10 ton weight on my shoulders. It takes an act of will to get me moving.

Unfortunately, these are all things that are necessary to keep me alive and the exact opposite of optional. So, I continue to do what I need to do, but it is just really hard.

This will pass. I am just having a particularly difficult time right now. The daily grind of living with the kind of pain that guarantees tears at least once a day is really taxing. Knowing that relief is out there, but that I am being forced to wait 4-6 weeks for relief because of a circular and arbitrary decision made by our insurance company doesn’t help.

I am not living with the deep uncertainty that most people with level of debilitating chronic illness that I have because I am not reliant on medicaid for my health coverage. And I am most certainly not doing this alone. I am privileged to have very strong support both financially and emotionally. Our insurance is through the ACA, and at least for the moment, that seems secure. I could not imagine having a better life partner than David. And Xena Malka has been extra generous with her cuddles lately.

But even with all that, living this life, with my days scheduled and defined by necessary medical self care, can feel stifling. And I am struggling to find joy in my life. I do not feel up to spinning or fiber crafting right now. And I don’t see that changing in the foreseeable future.

Reading novels has become a challenge again. I subscribed to Dracula Daily (thanks, Lynn!) where I get the Bram Stoker novel, comprised largely of letters and journal entries, sent to me on the appropriate dates. That I have been able to keep up with. Things apparently get very busy in October, so hopefully I am feeling better in time for the deluge.

Music is touch and go. Some days I am ok and others, it is too much. Luckily, it is baseball season, so that provides some welcome distraction. More so when the Red Sox are playing well. Which they just aren’t doing consistently. I am told this is what life is like being a Red Sox fan.

Very unusually, I have not been beset with earworms lately. That is what probably created the space in my brain for my new theme song. So far, the lyrics are just “Triple-tubed Girl” and I just kind of repeat them in my head when I have 3 tubes coming out of me at once. I even created a logo for myself. If any of my artistic friends want to make it all pretty for me, that would be awesome.

There are two PICC line lumens sticking out of the arm of the big T. Inside that is another T and neat to that, on the outside of the big T is a capital G, with a G-J tube sticking out the belly. In other words, It’s Meeee!

I’ve Got a Bad Feeling About This

It has been longer than I intended since my last update, especially since I have some updates. But for those who missed the memo, 3(?) weeks ago (my timescales is all out of whack) David fell and broke 3 metatarsals and the tip of his fibula on his left leg. He has been non-weight bearing ever since. That kinda turned our world upside down and we are still recovering.

We think he has a couple of more weeks before he can start putting weight on his foot again, but we won’t know for sure until his next appointment with his orthopedist this week.

We now have help several days a week to do things like keeping David fed, getting our mail (we live in an area without mail delivery), doing laundry, running errands and the like.

Fortunately, David is able to drive, even if he can’t get very far once he gets anywhere. He got a cool, new-to-us knee scooter on Friday. It is pretty fancy, and even came with a sheepskin cover for his leg to rest on. Hopefully, that expands his range a bit.

As for my updates, I will try to keep some long, drawn out stories as short as possible.

I have been dealing with some obnoxiously uncomfortable symptoms since February. Specifically, I am struggling to retain any of the fluids I drink. The fluids I drink, remain (painfully) in my stomach, making me horribly queasy, until I vent them out of my G tube. Even when I have had nothing to drink, and I close off my G tube, pressure builds up painfully throughout my entire GI tract. And my general pain level is up, even when I am venting.

I have to close off my G tube for an hour every time I take any oral meds. That insures that I don’t immediately vent out my meds. It isn’t perfect solution. At times in the past, I have noticeably vented meds even after having been closed off for an hour. But it is often just (barely) as much as I can stand.

Back in February, my GI ordered a bunch of tests, prescribed a medication that was, after a wait of over a week, denied by my insurance company. Then I was offered an appointment with a nurse practitioner in my GI’s office, for early April.

This particular cluster of symptoms feels like something that I have dealt with before: Small Intestinal Bacterial Overgrowth (SIBO). Both my slow motility and my less-than-perfect pyloric sphincter leave me at high risk for SIBO.

In early April, My GI NP ordered a SIBO test, which my insurance turned down. Rather than then put me on Xifaxan anyway, which is the standard treatment for SIBO, and one that I have responded well to in the past, she put me on an herbal supplement, Atratil.

Atrantil has made a small difference in my pain levels, just around the edges, but it hasn’t solved any of my problems. Through a screw up on Stanford’s part, I ended up with an appointment with a PA in my GI’s office, just a couple of weeks after my appointment with the NP.

The PA took a different approach than her colleague and went ahead and prescribed me the Xifaxan. She confirmed what I had also read in the literature, which is that there is no reliable test for SIBO. She prescribed the Xifaxan based on my previous success with it resolving this cluster of symptoms.

We both agreed, that I would continue the Atrantil after the round of Xifaxan to help reduce the chance of a recurrence of SIBO.

Sounds great, right? Problem solved.

Not so quick.

The insurance company denied the Xifaxan because I hadn’t taken a SIBO test. At least the nurse at Stanford caught that my insurance company had also rejected the SIBO test. Unfortunately, Xifaxan is a very expensive antibiotic, with the generic version running at over $54 a pill.

Stanford helpfully sent my Rx to Canada, where I could get Xifaxan for way, way less money. Unfortunately, The only Canadian manufacturer of Xifaxan shut down, presumably because they couldn’t compete with the incredibly low cost of generics coming out of Asia.

But Canadians have a reputation for being helpful for a reason. The pharmacy placed my order directly with the manufacturer in India to be sent directly to my home. I should expect my meds to arrive in 4-6 weeks.

This is where I started to get nervous.

The number of container ships coming into our ports has already dropped by something like 30%. Fewer orders coming in means it takes longer to fill ships, which may expand that timeline.

Still loving the Canadians though. I was able to buy insurance, which even covers the item if it gets stuck in Customs for too long. Because, say, the workforce in Customs has been slashed, or some such thing. So, I should eventually get my meds. Right?

The saddest part is that even with the insurance and our current tariff rate on India of 26%, the total cost was just a fraction of what the same med costs in the US.

We could, of course, fight the insurance company’s denial, but that will probably take just as long and I am even less sanguine on that route having a positive outcome.

Every medical professional I have spoken to in the last month or so has said that they have seen a spike in insurance denials. And that matches what I am seeing in my gastroparesis groups. Given the chaos at the top, I think insurance companies have figured out that there is no one paying attention to them right now. Even though states regulate insurance, every state is undoubtably scrambling right now as they see federal funding that they had been allocated, disappearing into thin air. They know hat no one is paying attention, so there is no need for them to be on their best behavior.

I am also working very hard not to let my concerns about the impact of the now inevitable shortages to come on my medical supplies. My feed bags come from Peru. The sterile dressing change kits that my nurse uses are assembled in Mexico. I have no idea where my formula comes from. But it is a Nestle product, so I suspect it is not made domestically.

I will spare you the full list of medical supplies that I use on a daily basis. But let me assure you it is enough to make a tubie even queasier, were she to let herself focus on the issue for too long.