I’m unsure how by many of you will know this funny little song by an Irish band called The Undertones, but it’s first lines go:
‘My perfect cousin. What I like to do he doesn’t’.
Strangely I seem to think of my intestines as some annoying, smug and dysfunctional relative. I can’t get rid of him but I wish I could. This morning I found myself singing the line ‘My useless intestine, what I like to eat he doesn’t’.
Context: had my first dose (200mg Madopar and a Comtan) at 7 am. Came on by 7.30, went really well until by 9.30 I could feel that I was going OFF. At 8, I’d had a breakfast of chia seeds (I’m such a ‘modern man’ 😂🙄), oats with banana and almond milk.
So I take 100 Madopar at 9.45, am still off at 10.30 so I take another 100. Still off by 10.50 so take a 50 ‘mg dispersible at this time. ON by 11.04.
Strewth! 😠😤
I checked the labels of what I’d had for breakfast. SOME protein sure, but not overwhelmingly so.
The culprit has to be my dysfunctional relative. He’s obviously compromised and possibly confused. I just wish that I could lash out at him with a long black sock filed with horse manure.
Here’s my question: why hasn’t/isn’t it part of the medical examination of PWP to have a really good look at our intestines? A little camera that journeys down and comes out the other end? Mine is obviously screwed, but I don’t know why, where and how. Why does he agree to deal effectively with the first dose but then completely bungle the second? Why is he so useless at his job? WHY DOESN’T A CLINICIAN ASSESS THE HEALTH OF THIS ORGAN?
Apologies for length of post but I’m *issed 😮😠.