Who knew Wiener liked spaghetti? According to Mock, she will eat anything I eat. Most of the time, he's right. She does eat most anything, that is except eggs. I don't know why, but she won't eat them. Now, if I throw in some cheese and ham, or happen to have a four-cheese quiche handy, she's there.
I have had lots of animals in my life time. My dad loved animals. My mom not so much. In fact, she gave away my cocker spaniel one day while I was at school. I have never had an animal that didn't like eggs except Ween.
Maybe she has a point. When you think about where eggs come from, it kind of does make you think about whether you should eat them or not. Then again, I love Mock's eggs when he fixes them. He says he just adds milk, but I've done that and mine aren't as good as his.
Why is it when someone gives you the recipe for something, it never turns out the way it did for them. I think it must be something in the interpretation. I don't usually ask for the receipt, even if I like it. It just never tastes the same.
I fixed spaghetti for dinner tonight. Charles and Carole, my niece who is visiting from Nashville, came over. It is always good to see and be with relatives. Her mother, Lila, didn't get to come this time. They belong in Orlando; they just haven't been able to move here yet. That would be totally neat. I love family gatherings.
Ween passed out a few minutes ago. She put herself to bed tonight. I guess she can't hold her spaghetti.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Interesting
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
My sister sent me this "information" from a youtube placement. I found it very interesting and yet, another thing came up to mind when i saw it.
I agree with the "theory" that life is short and eternity is forever. Yet, I am a realist for the most part. We still have to exist in this world. We still have to deal with issues. We are still concerned when things happen. We cannot forget this life, we just have to manage to live in it.
Look to eternity, but please don't tell me to forget this life even with the shortness of it in relation to the after life. I have issues I have to deal with every single day. I have it pretty easy in relationship to others I have met.
Just dealing is hard and frustrating at times, especially when it doesn't seem like it's getting better no matter what you do. And, to the person who posted the youtube "sermon, " Please forgive me while I try to live DAILY.
My sister sent me this "information" from a youtube placement. I found it very interesting and yet, another thing came up to mind when i saw it.
I agree with the "theory" that life is short and eternity is forever. Yet, I am a realist for the most part. We still have to exist in this world. We still have to deal with issues. We are still concerned when things happen. We cannot forget this life, we just have to manage to live in it.
Look to eternity, but please don't tell me to forget this life even with the shortness of it in relation to the after life. I have issues I have to deal with every single day. I have it pretty easy in relationship to others I have met.
Just dealing is hard and frustrating at times, especially when it doesn't seem like it's getting better no matter what you do. And, to the person who posted the youtube "sermon, " Please forgive me while I try to live DAILY.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Unofficially Official
After talking with my doctors office this AM, I am tentatively scheduled for surgery on September 7. I was hoping for sooner but the doctor is off the whole month of July. He only does surgery on Fridays and there are already scheduled surgeries during August. Unless someone cancels, the first opening is September.
I will go into the hospital on the 6th for tests and have the surgery on the 7th. I can't say I'm looking forward to the surgery, but I AM looking forward to the positive results. I am still having TIAs and AFIB, but so far I haven't gone back to the hospital. Not because I haven't needed to go, but I hate going there.
It's not the hospital personnel; they have been great. I can have all sorts of symptoms to the point of death, but as soon as I walk through the ER doors, I AM HEALED. No symptoms; no pains; nothing shows up in the testing. Those are magical doors. I don't know how they do it, but it is certainly miraculous.
As of right now, Ween and I are holding down the bed. I still have some vertigo which makes moving interesting. If I don't try to do anything, I'm okay. She is taking herself to the potty and for the most part, ok. She has a short attention span, so we have to be careful and "FOCUS" on the task.
Once again, we wait. I'm excited to see our new house God is giving us.
I will go into the hospital on the 6th for tests and have the surgery on the 7th. I can't say I'm looking forward to the surgery, but I AM looking forward to the positive results. I am still having TIAs and AFIB, but so far I haven't gone back to the hospital. Not because I haven't needed to go, but I hate going there.
It's not the hospital personnel; they have been great. I can have all sorts of symptoms to the point of death, but as soon as I walk through the ER doors, I AM HEALED. No symptoms; no pains; nothing shows up in the testing. Those are magical doors. I don't know how they do it, but it is certainly miraculous.
As of right now, Ween and I are holding down the bed. I still have some vertigo which makes moving interesting. If I don't try to do anything, I'm okay. She is taking herself to the potty and for the most part, ok. She has a short attention span, so we have to be careful and "FOCUS" on the task.
Once again, we wait. I'm excited to see our new house God is giving us.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
No surprises
After talking with my cardiologist's PA, Marsha, the Ablation procedure is being scheduled, even as we speak. My "ECHO" was good - no abnormal blood flow; but, enlarged upper left chamber and enlarged bottom right chamber. She said this is not unusual for people with high blood pressure.
It is being scheduled for happening in about 2 weeks. I will be in the hospital about 5 days. I am having the procedure at Arnold Palmer - ORMC (Orlando Regional Medical Center). Not my usual hospital, but great reputation for "cutting edge" procedures. (No pun intended)
My doctors have a 90% success rate and do not anticipate any problems. As I look at it, it is a WIN/WIN situation. If it happens and works, I win. If it happens, and something might go wrong, I also win. I am ready to do almost anything to feel better again. Hopefully, after this, I'll be able to exercise and lose weight.
I'll blog about the procedure as we go along. God is good; Yeah, God.
Cardiac ablation is a procedure that is done in order to destroy areas in your heart that may be causing heart rhythm problems. Small wires called electrodes are placed in the heart to measure the electrical activity and destroy the problem areas.
It is being scheduled for happening in about 2 weeks. I will be in the hospital about 5 days. I am having the procedure at Arnold Palmer - ORMC (Orlando Regional Medical Center). Not my usual hospital, but great reputation for "cutting edge" procedures. (No pun intended)
My doctors have a 90% success rate and do not anticipate any problems. As I look at it, it is a WIN/WIN situation. If it happens and works, I win. If it happens, and something might go wrong, I also win. I am ready to do almost anything to feel better again. Hopefully, after this, I'll be able to exercise and lose weight.
I'll blog about the procedure as we go along. God is good; Yeah, God.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
YESTERDAY
It was not one of my favorite days, to say the least. After having my AFIB since Sunday, I was exhausted and trying to sleep. Ween decided it was time for me to get up, but not her. I saw myself staying in bed, but after thrashing about for 30 minutes or so, I decided to get up and get ready for the day by taking a shower.
It's always a "tossup" for me to decide what to do about the irregular heart beat. It usually returns to "normal" after a few hours. I have additional medication to help, but nothing seemed to work and it had been three days. I took my shower and walked five feet into my closet to get something to wear. The next thing I remember is coming face to face with the carpet in my closet. Interesting.
"He" has had a kidney stone since Thursday and the pain had not subsided. He called to discuss the next step. We decided we would "both" go to the ER. (The family that gets ill together...) I had several "episodes" of weakness while en route to our "familiar" local ER.
I found out my heart rhythm had returned to normal; my episodes had subsided; and, I can't take hot, hot showers any more. According to the "expert" at the hospital, the extreme heat of the shower makes the blood vessels constrict and lack of oxygen can make you pass out. Hummmmm.
I was released; He was admitted. Precautions warranted additional tests for him. I was going home and get some rest. Backed the car out of the space, ready to buzz home, and heard the familiar "THUMPING" of a flat tire. (Icing on the cake.) Finally decided to have it towed to his tire place, called Mock to come to get me, and waited. And, waited. And, waited.
The tow truck arrived; Mock had not. It had been 45 minutes. We live approximately 15 minutes away. The tow truck man (He had to have cash) took the "limping" vehicle away. Still no Mock. He was dealing with our cities "finest." 61 in a 45. I suddenly felt a large drop on my shoulder and after 5 more, there was a deluge from the sky. I was soaked through all my clothing by the time I got back to the ER drop off area. And, still no Mock, and no cash. (Is God trying to tell me something?)
Twenty minutes later, Mock showed up with all his paperwork, and we were off to the credit union to get a check cashed that I had received in the mail. Traffic was heavy as we made it to I-drive, got money, had to get gas, and finally made it to the car, paid the poor tow man, and arranged to have the tire fixed.
It was after 2, and we were both starved. Tried to drive through Mickey-Ds, but it was torn up for remodeling. Had to drive about 10 miles away. "Megan" from the tire store called. He had a "razor blade" in the tire. Not fixable. She assured me that she would work her magic and get us a good deal.
I was TOTALLY wiped. We headed for home, food, and Ween. After consuming appropriate amounts, I felt the bed calling my name. Ween and I woke up about 6. I had to go to Charles' and get some things, then we headed back to the hospital. (Ween didn't go.)
Julie and Bret were there and we stayed until "they kicked us out." Mock went to get the car and I sat down on a bench beside a black lady wearing a lovely red dress. I did what I do best, I started talking. She had been there all day with her son, Steven, 41, who was experiencing some problems with the stent of his dialysis tube and had an infection.
I listened as she explained Steven's situation. He has been on dialysis 10 years and gone through so much during that time. He's on "the list" for a new kidney, but no hint as to how long. Her last words to me, as I got up to get in the car, "Keep the faith."
God has a way of jerking me up short. Reality is - my day could have been a lot worse. In perspective, I was grateful for just a "kidney stone."
It's always a "tossup" for me to decide what to do about the irregular heart beat. It usually returns to "normal" after a few hours. I have additional medication to help, but nothing seemed to work and it had been three days. I took my shower and walked five feet into my closet to get something to wear. The next thing I remember is coming face to face with the carpet in my closet. Interesting.
"He" has had a kidney stone since Thursday and the pain had not subsided. He called to discuss the next step. We decided we would "both" go to the ER. (The family that gets ill together...) I had several "episodes" of weakness while en route to our "familiar" local ER.
I found out my heart rhythm had returned to normal; my episodes had subsided; and, I can't take hot, hot showers any more. According to the "expert" at the hospital, the extreme heat of the shower makes the blood vessels constrict and lack of oxygen can make you pass out. Hummmmm.
I was released; He was admitted. Precautions warranted additional tests for him. I was going home and get some rest. Backed the car out of the space, ready to buzz home, and heard the familiar "THUMPING" of a flat tire. (Icing on the cake.) Finally decided to have it towed to his tire place, called Mock to come to get me, and waited. And, waited. And, waited.
The tow truck arrived; Mock had not. It had been 45 minutes. We live approximately 15 minutes away. The tow truck man (He had to have cash) took the "limping" vehicle away. Still no Mock. He was dealing with our cities "finest." 61 in a 45. I suddenly felt a large drop on my shoulder and after 5 more, there was a deluge from the sky. I was soaked through all my clothing by the time I got back to the ER drop off area. And, still no Mock, and no cash. (Is God trying to tell me something?)
Twenty minutes later, Mock showed up with all his paperwork, and we were off to the credit union to get a check cashed that I had received in the mail. Traffic was heavy as we made it to I-drive, got money, had to get gas, and finally made it to the car, paid the poor tow man, and arranged to have the tire fixed.
It was after 2, and we were both starved. Tried to drive through Mickey-Ds, but it was torn up for remodeling. Had to drive about 10 miles away. "Megan" from the tire store called. He had a "razor blade" in the tire. Not fixable. She assured me that she would work her magic and get us a good deal.
I was TOTALLY wiped. We headed for home, food, and Ween. After consuming appropriate amounts, I felt the bed calling my name. Ween and I woke up about 6. I had to go to Charles' and get some things, then we headed back to the hospital. (Ween didn't go.)
Julie and Bret were there and we stayed until "they kicked us out." Mock went to get the car and I sat down on a bench beside a black lady wearing a lovely red dress. I did what I do best, I started talking. She had been there all day with her son, Steven, 41, who was experiencing some problems with the stent of his dialysis tube and had an infection.
I listened as she explained Steven's situation. He has been on dialysis 10 years and gone through so much during that time. He's on "the list" for a new kidney, but no hint as to how long. Her last words to me, as I got up to get in the car, "Keep the faith."
God has a way of jerking me up short. Reality is - my day could have been a lot worse. In perspective, I was grateful for just a "kidney stone."
Sunday, July 15, 2012
AHHH/ C0LLEGE LIFE
Trevecca College (Now University) is the college that I went to for the first year+ of higher education. I was older than the "regular" students as I worked 3 years after high school. My loving "emotional" parents, Marie and Darrell, gave me the money for my first quarter's tuition. My biological "father" told me I was too stupid to go to college, and would not support me in any way.
Arriving the day before the Summer Session started, I was able to take a class, and stay in the Senior Dorm. It was a dream come true. I was finally "somewhere else." Wonderful, crazy times and I got to explore the college without the hoards of other students. I devoured all I could and basked in the glow of learning. I thought I had died and gone to heaven, especially inside the new Library building. I have always loved learning.
On my 22nd birthday, July 12, I received a call. I think it was Susan, but I can't be definite. (Not important anyway.) My brother, Charles, was missing. He had been taking his final tests in Yokohama to receive his pilot's license. He was a missionary in Japan, traveling quite a bit for the church, and decided flying would be easier and quicker.
The authorities "thought" he had crashed in the water surrounding the area, but he had not been close enough for that kind of "ditch." His airplane was found on July 15, his daughter's birthday, broken apart on the side of one of the mountains. Everything during the next few days is a blur. I remember being at the church for his service, but not much more.
Charlie, to me, was the ultimate brother. I thought he could walk on water; so smart he made mostly A's in college; and, knew everything. I remember being numb; going through the motions of talking with people, and yet trying to avoid everyone.
He was cremated in Japan and his ashes were placed in a niche in a garden there. At the time, they did not embalm nor bury bodies; not enough land. His wife and children came back to the US, without him. I know they are remembering him today, just as I remember Tom on April 7. My best wishes and prayers are focused on them today.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Change - One thing for sure
Didn't make Konas. "He's" still in pain. We decided to postpone it until next week-end, or whenever. It's always a special occasion when we get together, so we will celebrate then.
Vicki dropped by last night. She was on her way home. Chloe and Ween played, Vicki worked on my bike, and I watched. I'm getting really good at that, and of course, holding down the couch. I need Chloe to come over more often, She wore Ween down. That's the most exercise she's had in a long time. Ween was so tired that she went to bed directly after she ate and didn't get up until this am.
Nothing planned for today. More resting. I had some twinges in my back yesterday. Picking up Ween is a chore and I guess I shouldn't be doing it. I'll try to be more careful about HOW I lift her.
Only tomorrow will we know whether we can go to church or not. I hope all "He" needs is rest. We'd like to go, but we'll see.
I'm not sure how I feel about the new pastor. I've heard him preach and he's just okay. New pastor has changed the Acapella Service to include instruments too. And, starting next week, we're going to a 9:00 service instead of 8:45. I know 15 minutes isn't much, but it's still a change. Like I said, I don't know yet. We'll see. I'm not opposed to change per se, but I really enjoy Acapella music. For me, the instruments are too loud and hurt my ears. I have almost stopped going to concerts for the same reason. Even the ear plugs don't help. They cut out the noise, but also the music. I guess I'm turning into an old "poop head." Interesting turn of events, hummm?
Vicki dropped by last night. She was on her way home. Chloe and Ween played, Vicki worked on my bike, and I watched. I'm getting really good at that, and of course, holding down the couch. I need Chloe to come over more often, She wore Ween down. That's the most exercise she's had in a long time. Ween was so tired that she went to bed directly after she ate and didn't get up until this am.
Nothing planned for today. More resting. I had some twinges in my back yesterday. Picking up Ween is a chore and I guess I shouldn't be doing it. I'll try to be more careful about HOW I lift her.
Only tomorrow will we know whether we can go to church or not. I hope all "He" needs is rest. We'd like to go, but we'll see.
I'm not sure how I feel about the new pastor. I've heard him preach and he's just okay. New pastor has changed the Acapella Service to include instruments too. And, starting next week, we're going to a 9:00 service instead of 8:45. I know 15 minutes isn't much, but it's still a change. Like I said, I don't know yet. We'll see. I'm not opposed to change per se, but I really enjoy Acapella music. For me, the instruments are too loud and hurt my ears. I have almost stopped going to concerts for the same reason. Even the ear plugs don't help. They cut out the noise, but also the music. I guess I'm turning into an old "poop head." Interesting turn of events, hummm?
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Home
Finally home. Charles drove but I don't think he really felt like it. He's still in pain but should subside soon.
We're celebrating tomorrow w/all the family at Kona Cafe. I really like their food, but it's expensive. Julie's choice. Works for me.
My "Saran Wrap" missed me. Bob used to say I was her food source but I think it's more than that. She's so spoiled and likes things her way. I think it's more that and some love thrown in. I miss her when I'm gone.
I have another appt tomorrow to start therapy. I can't actually exercise until next week because of my back procedure but I'm really looking forward to it. My back pain is gone so I think this will work now. Still having a problem breathing but hope to get that under control soon.
Can't wait to celebrate.
We're celebrating tomorrow w/all the family at Kona Cafe. I really like their food, but it's expensive. Julie's choice. Works for me.
My "Saran Wrap" missed me. Bob used to say I was her food source but I think it's more than that. She's so spoiled and likes things her way. I think it's more that and some love thrown in. I miss her when I'm gone.
I have another appt tomorrow to start therapy. I can't actually exercise until next week because of my back procedure but I'm really looking forward to it. My back pain is gone so I think this will work now. Still having a problem breathing but hope to get that under control soon.
Can't wait to celebrate.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
Being at MAYO at 8:30am is quite a task in itself. That means we have to get up at 4:00am and be on the road by 5:00.
We arrived and hit the ground running, as they say. It was an extremely full day of appointments - MRI, bloodwork, drs to see, procedures to have. We left about 4:00 pm, and headed for the closest Red Lobster. I got to choose and coconut shrimp sounded good; it was. We left the restaurant to come back to our hotel. (another part of my birthday present - staying over night on the beach.)
I had made arrangements to have dinner at Aida's but I was so totally drained that I begged off. She is so sweet and so are the boys. I hate to have missed them. It's a good thing we didn't go because "My driver" suddenly experienced intense pain and we had to go back to Mayo ER and spend another 3 1/2 hours determining he had a kidney stone.
Not exactly how I planned to celebrate, but he got the medications he needed and is now sleeping for the first time in approx 21 hours. ENOUGH SAID? HAPPY HAPPY.
We arrived and hit the ground running, as they say. It was an extremely full day of appointments - MRI, bloodwork, drs to see, procedures to have. We left about 4:00 pm, and headed for the closest Red Lobster. I got to choose and coconut shrimp sounded good; it was. We left the restaurant to come back to our hotel. (another part of my birthday present - staying over night on the beach.)
I had made arrangements to have dinner at Aida's but I was so totally drained that I begged off. She is so sweet and so are the boys. I hate to have missed them. It's a good thing we didn't go because "My driver" suddenly experienced intense pain and we had to go back to Mayo ER and spend another 3 1/2 hours determining he had a kidney stone.
Not exactly how I planned to celebrate, but he got the medications he needed and is now sleeping for the first time in approx 21 hours. ENOUGH SAID? HAPPY HAPPY.
Saturday, July 07, 2012
Thelma and Louise
Kali called yesterday and has ANOTHER "wonderful idea." She is "an idea man" if there ever was one. The truth be told, some of them are actually pretty great. Others - not so much. I'm not sure which this one could be.
Her counselor has told her of a RETREAT type spa that is close to us, provides 21-28 day programs that help with weight loss, depression, and wellness issues of any kind. She assures me that Medicare pays for it, we can go and stay as long as we want up to 28 days, be on a strict regime, rest and relax, and participate in group activities, and counseling. I even called Barb and suggested it to her. "He" thinks its a good idea; so does Mock.
It is for only 28 days. It does sound like a good plan. I do need help in a lot of areas. I'm thinking seriously about doing it. She says she wants to go for the month of August. The only problem I see is that Kali has a very short attention span and by next week, she might be on to something else "interesting."
We have been cohorts in many escapades. We taught together for several years and retired about the same time, both due to health issues. We both remarried, and she's already divorced. We both have sons and are outspoken, even if our opinion isn't solicited. Yes, a lot in common. I always end up saying, "It's another fine mess you got me into Ollie." I hope that's not the case this time. And, whatever will Ween do without me?
Her counselor has told her of a RETREAT type spa that is close to us, provides 21-28 day programs that help with weight loss, depression, and wellness issues of any kind. She assures me that Medicare pays for it, we can go and stay as long as we want up to 28 days, be on a strict regime, rest and relax, and participate in group activities, and counseling. I even called Barb and suggested it to her. "He" thinks its a good idea; so does Mock.
It is for only 28 days. It does sound like a good plan. I do need help in a lot of areas. I'm thinking seriously about doing it. She says she wants to go for the month of August. The only problem I see is that Kali has a very short attention span and by next week, she might be on to something else "interesting."
We have been cohorts in many escapades. We taught together for several years and retired about the same time, both due to health issues. We both remarried, and she's already divorced. We both have sons and are outspoken, even if our opinion isn't solicited. Yes, a lot in common. I always end up saying, "It's another fine mess you got me into Ollie." I hope that's not the case this time. And, whatever will Ween do without me?
Friday, July 06, 2012
Life is so Daily
This week has again been a roller coaster of emotions and appointments. Up and down; date changes; miscommunications. I returned the heart monitor on Monday. Tuesday I began having the "dancing" motion but it didn't last long, thank God. Maybe the Coumadin is working. Celebrated the 4th by watching TV and petting Ween.
I had my blood check yesterday and it was 2.3. That definitely is good. Tania was happy; the lab tech was happy; Ween was happy. All was good. Had to change several appointments with Tania, as our schedules are overlapping for the next few weeks. Did not get the results of my ECHO. According to Drs office, it hasn't been processed yet. It's a good thing I'm not dying or anything. It was done on the 29th. Two weeks seems a long time to get it processed, but what do I know.
I had an appointment to have bloodwork done this morning. Left late, got there with just a script, but it was the wrong one, so I had to cancel that one and reschedule for Tuesday. Nothing available on Monday.
I have several appointments for MAYO on Wed. I hope this will be the help I'm looking for with my back. I am also having an MRI, and see a cardiologist. I hope to see Aida again. I miss seeing her, and the boys.
I have a pile of paperwork on my table and need to take care of it. Some day when I'm rich, I'll have a secretary to take care of that stuff. Dream on, Sheila.
I had my blood check yesterday and it was 2.3. That definitely is good. Tania was happy; the lab tech was happy; Ween was happy. All was good. Had to change several appointments with Tania, as our schedules are overlapping for the next few weeks. Did not get the results of my ECHO. According to Drs office, it hasn't been processed yet. It's a good thing I'm not dying or anything. It was done on the 29th. Two weeks seems a long time to get it processed, but what do I know.
I had an appointment to have bloodwork done this morning. Left late, got there with just a script, but it was the wrong one, so I had to cancel that one and reschedule for Tuesday. Nothing available on Monday.
I have several appointments for MAYO on Wed. I hope this will be the help I'm looking for with my back. I am also having an MRI, and see a cardiologist. I hope to see Aida again. I miss seeing her, and the boys.
I have a pile of paperwork on my table and need to take care of it. Some day when I'm rich, I'll have a secretary to take care of that stuff. Dream on, Sheila.
Monday, July 02, 2012
Heart Beat
Friday was the "ECHO" at my cardiologist office. I wore a heart monitor for 24 hrs after - until 3 on Saturday. I had two extra heart beats during that time so I indicated it on the machine.
Experienced another TIA on Sunday. It wasn't as bad as the last one so the Coumadin must be working. I was taking a shower and when I got out I felt it coming on, quickly got dressed and reached the bed in time to lay down without falling. Mary happened to be here so she was standing by in case I needed to go to the hospital. It slowly subsided but there were "after shocks" so I laid still for a few hours. By then, I was still feeling the vertigo but was able to talk. Mary insisted I needed to eat. I usually have nausea during this time, but the food seemed to help.
I had a very hot shower. I don't know if that brought it on or what did exactly but I'm beginning to sense the signs and can usually get to a chair or couch before it is full blown. I had the vertigo most of the day and couldn't go to church, but the "episode" was several hours after the vertigo started.
Interesting, huh? I go back to MAYO on July 11. More tests. I am also seeing another cardiologist there. Dr Dorcher arranged it for me. He thought there was not enough being done from the signs I described. He's a sweetheart. He actually cares for his patients.
I've started another blog. This is creative musings from my "distracted" brain. I generally do "stream of conscienceness" writing; some of it will not make sense to anyone but me. I've been encouraged to write, so here I go.
Experienced another TIA on Sunday. It wasn't as bad as the last one so the Coumadin must be working. I was taking a shower and when I got out I felt it coming on, quickly got dressed and reached the bed in time to lay down without falling. Mary happened to be here so she was standing by in case I needed to go to the hospital. It slowly subsided but there were "after shocks" so I laid still for a few hours. By then, I was still feeling the vertigo but was able to talk. Mary insisted I needed to eat. I usually have nausea during this time, but the food seemed to help.
I had a very hot shower. I don't know if that brought it on or what did exactly but I'm beginning to sense the signs and can usually get to a chair or couch before it is full blown. I had the vertigo most of the day and couldn't go to church, but the "episode" was several hours after the vertigo started.
Interesting, huh? I go back to MAYO on July 11. More tests. I am also seeing another cardiologist there. Dr Dorcher arranged it for me. He thought there was not enough being done from the signs I described. He's a sweetheart. He actually cares for his patients.
I've started another blog. This is creative musings from my "distracted" brain. I generally do "stream of conscienceness" writing; some of it will not make sense to anyone but me. I've been encouraged to write, so here I go.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
One More Time
During this tropical storm Debby, my son drove me to Jacksonville. Three hours later we are at the Lab, doing Dr ordered blood work in the Davis Building. ("He" has been so gracious with his time. I do appreciate him and all he does for me.) Once again, plans go awry.
After labs, we head for the Mayo building with him pushing me in a wheel chair. We check in on the 1st floor, move to the 5th floor and are told that they aren't ready for me until 12:30. It is now 10:30. They advise that we can go eat. The cafeteria is back in Davis building. He wheels me back over to Davis, I eat. He just had something to drink. Afterward, we have to traipse back across the campus to the Mayo building.
We arrive at the 5th floor waiting area at approximately noon, and settle down to wait again. As I have said, Mayo is very exacting with their scheduling. Today was no exception. At 12:30 the nurse comes out, takes me back into the procedure rooms area and I undress and put on the "fashionable" procedure wear. And, I wait.
Donna, the assigned nurse, came back into the "holding" area and sits down in the other chair. "I see you are taking Coumadin. When did you stop your medication?" I didn't know what she was asking. I HAD NOT stopped the pills. "We have a slight dilemma." My thought was "We who Paleface?" (Old joke)
She asked if Dr Dorcher had advised me to stop the meds. I said if he did I had not remembered. They can't do the procedure while I am taking the meds, and my cardiologist must "sign off" on the procedure. (Someone at Mayo had dropped the ball.) Sooooooooo, basically we made a six hour trip to have blood work done. And, they had not even included the PTINR test to check the clotting level. It's time to head for home.
After labs, we head for the Mayo building with him pushing me in a wheel chair. We check in on the 1st floor, move to the 5th floor and are told that they aren't ready for me until 12:30. It is now 10:30. They advise that we can go eat. The cafeteria is back in Davis building. He wheels me back over to Davis, I eat. He just had something to drink. Afterward, we have to traipse back across the campus to the Mayo building.
We arrive at the 5th floor waiting area at approximately noon, and settle down to wait again. As I have said, Mayo is very exacting with their scheduling. Today was no exception. At 12:30 the nurse comes out, takes me back into the procedure rooms area and I undress and put on the "fashionable" procedure wear. And, I wait.
Donna, the assigned nurse, came back into the "holding" area and sits down in the other chair. "I see you are taking Coumadin. When did you stop your medication?" I didn't know what she was asking. I HAD NOT stopped the pills. "We have a slight dilemma." My thought was "We who Paleface?" (Old joke)
She asked if Dr Dorcher had advised me to stop the meds. I said if he did I had not remembered. They can't do the procedure while I am taking the meds, and my cardiologist must "sign off" on the procedure. (Someone at Mayo had dropped the ball.) Sooooooooo, basically we made a six hour trip to have blood work done. And, they had not even included the PTINR test to check the clotting level. It's time to head for home.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Back to Jacksonville
Sounds like a country-western song; if not already available, I think I'll write it. Blood work and a procedure for my back; so much fun. "He" is taking me. This is supposed to relieve the pain I'm having. Dr talks surgery, but I don't want that unless it is the VERY LAST option.
It is a total day of fasting tomorrow. I don't really mind that so much as I do waiting. Mayo isn't as bad as most places. They usually stay to a strict schedule and minimal waiting is their directive. I like my doctors there. They actually seem to care.
Wed is "blood check" day with my regular GP. And, then on Friday, I'm back to my cardiologist for more testing.
My life seems to exist just to see Drs. Although they are extremely capable and kind, I'm really over the "thrill" of the visit. To me, its like eating the same meal 3 times as day, 7 days a week with no changes in the menu. I still haven't been able to get to the PT that is waiting for me. I'd really like to do that. It probably will help more than anything else.
I would love to get into the water again. It has rained so much, it is not only hard to get into our pool between storms, but the water is also too cold to use it. The temperature of the water adversely affects my over all body temperature. It needs to be at least 80 degrees for me to be able to tolerate it. It would be nice to have solar heating available.
Today is another day of holding down the couch. Ween and I have already "assumed" our positions.
It is a total day of fasting tomorrow. I don't really mind that so much as I do waiting. Mayo isn't as bad as most places. They usually stay to a strict schedule and minimal waiting is their directive. I like my doctors there. They actually seem to care.
Wed is "blood check" day with my regular GP. And, then on Friday, I'm back to my cardiologist for more testing.
My life seems to exist just to see Drs. Although they are extremely capable and kind, I'm really over the "thrill" of the visit. To me, its like eating the same meal 3 times as day, 7 days a week with no changes in the menu. I still haven't been able to get to the PT that is waiting for me. I'd really like to do that. It probably will help more than anything else.
I would love to get into the water again. It has rained so much, it is not only hard to get into our pool between storms, but the water is also too cold to use it. The temperature of the water adversely affects my over all body temperature. It needs to be at least 80 degrees for me to be able to tolerate it. It would be nice to have solar heating available.
Today is another day of holding down the couch. Ween and I have already "assumed" our positions.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Good News; Bad News
Once again supporting the AMA - the doctor "de jour" was my cardiologist. The "echo" showed an enlarged upper chamber on one side. I am still having the "afib" problem so he is once again increasing the meds. I am to go back next Friday to see if there is any change and to have another echo. If not, surgery is recommended.
If we have to go the surgery route, it is a procedure called Ablation:
In cardiac ablation, doctors insert thin, flexible tubes (catheters) with electrodes on the tips into a blood vessel in your arm, groin or neck and thread them through your blood vessels to reach your heart. Doctors then apply heat (radiofrequency energy), a laser or extreme cold (cryoablation) through the catheters to destroy (ablate) abnormal heart tissue causing your heart rhythm disorder (from Mayo Clinic website)
It is, once again, a wait and see game. I think that is worse than actual procedure. I find it much easier to be a patient than being a fixture in the waiting room.
The President is visiting the Magic Kingdom - EVERYTHING SHUTS DOWN for his visit. Traffic, parks, and various sundry areas. It is such a mess when he visits. I hope he likes the weather.
Ween and I are watching the clouds roll in with the beginnings of a storm coming closer and closer. I love storms. Oh not out in it, but watching the fierceness and presence of God. Living on a preserve, it is awesome to see the lightening skip across the water, trees bending to the pressure of the wind, and the large, hard raindrops that are released by the dark clouds. Ween is fine with watching it from inside; outside, not so much. Right now she is ignoring all the signs of the outdoors. Sleeping is a hard job; but, someone has to do it.
If we have to go the surgery route, it is a procedure called Ablation:
In cardiac ablation, doctors insert thin, flexible tubes (catheters) with electrodes on the tips into a blood vessel in your arm, groin or neck and thread them through your blood vessels to reach your heart. Doctors then apply heat (radiofrequency energy), a laser or extreme cold (cryoablation) through the catheters to destroy (ablate) abnormal heart tissue causing your heart rhythm disorder (from Mayo Clinic website)
It is, once again, a wait and see game. I think that is worse than actual procedure. I find it much easier to be a patient than being a fixture in the waiting room.
The President is visiting the Magic Kingdom - EVERYTHING SHUTS DOWN for his visit. Traffic, parks, and various sundry areas. It is such a mess when he visits. I hope he likes the weather.
Ween and I are watching the clouds roll in with the beginnings of a storm coming closer and closer. I love storms. Oh not out in it, but watching the fierceness and presence of God. Living on a preserve, it is awesome to see the lightening skip across the water, trees bending to the pressure of the wind, and the large, hard raindrops that are released by the dark clouds. Ween is fine with watching it from inside; outside, not so much. Right now she is ignoring all the signs of the outdoors. Sleeping is a hard job; but, someone has to do it.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Four Days In Hell
Probably the most frustrating thing about my "four days in hell" is once again being misunderstood. It has been a reoccurring theme throughout my life. And, yes, it still makes me angry. Maybe I don't make myself clear. Maybe I am trying to give too much responsibility to others. Either way, that's what had transpired and landed me at "The Farm."
I had to have someone unlock the bathroom door for me. Permission to bath is also required. Eating and "group" meeting times are rigidly dictated. There are absolutely no electronics allowed. They search your room and belongings all through the day. And, a really big AND, I miss Ween.
I didn't have anyone to "lick" me awake, if I could finally sleep. I didn't have to stumble around trying to let someone go outside. I didn't even have someone to share my food.
Yesterday I "got" to see the Grand Pooba (Psy Dr) He determines if someone can leave. He sees me for all of three minutes and he can evaluate my competency? POWER. It's a wonderful thing. You have no power or opinion there. You are a face that moves in front of a body.
I have been blessed to be able to travel. Tijuana, other border towns, Paris' train station, an interesting shop in Israel. I guess I was surprised about the facilities - mold in the shower, shower curtain is fall down, window blinds broken, floors dirty to name a few things. On the positive side, there was hot water for a shower, I have clean linens (uniforms) to wear. And, don't get me started on the uniforms that "the guests" must wear. Plain street clothes for the staff, and paper blue scrubs for those not yet admitted. All possessions are taken away and stored "somewhere." You are supposed to get them back when you check out.
Food is edible up there on 4 W; not so much in the "holding" area. It took approx 14 hours to get admitted. I had to stay in two different areas before finally moving up to the fourth floor. They did have bag lunches in that area. I'm not sure how they could improve those except by adding a cafeteria. It's a bag lunch.
Cameras are all over. I even had one in my room. It's supposed to be because of my heart condition. My room mate is interesting too. About 14-16 and sometimes acted like she was 4 or 5. She screams on a level almost out of normal hearing range. She's required a "handler" most of the time. They gave her a shot the first night and she slept after that.
Short of being in an arena at a sporting event, the noise level raises to a slight roar. My day is usually very quiet and like it this way. It is indigenous to an ant farm with super bowl speakers on crack. The walking dead in the halls have blank looks on their faces. There is also laughing for no apparent reason, screaming, shouting at invisible targets. Medicated or need meds, I don't know. I just know my TOTAL goal is getting out.
I had to have someone unlock the bathroom door for me. Permission to bath is also required. Eating and "group" meeting times are rigidly dictated. There are absolutely no electronics allowed. They search your room and belongings all through the day. And, a really big AND, I miss Ween.
I didn't have anyone to "lick" me awake, if I could finally sleep. I didn't have to stumble around trying to let someone go outside. I didn't even have someone to share my food.
Yesterday I "got" to see the Grand Pooba (Psy Dr) He determines if someone can leave. He sees me for all of three minutes and he can evaluate my competency? POWER. It's a wonderful thing. You have no power or opinion there. You are a face that moves in front of a body.
I have been blessed to be able to travel. Tijuana, other border towns, Paris' train station, an interesting shop in Israel. I guess I was surprised about the facilities - mold in the shower, shower curtain is fall down, window blinds broken, floors dirty to name a few things. On the positive side, there was hot water for a shower, I have clean linens (uniforms) to wear. And, don't get me started on the uniforms that "the guests" must wear. Plain street clothes for the staff, and paper blue scrubs for those not yet admitted. All possessions are taken away and stored "somewhere." You are supposed to get them back when you check out.
Food is edible up there on 4 W; not so much in the "holding" area. It took approx 14 hours to get admitted. I had to stay in two different areas before finally moving up to the fourth floor. They did have bag lunches in that area. I'm not sure how they could improve those except by adding a cafeteria. It's a bag lunch.
Cameras are all over. I even had one in my room. It's supposed to be because of my heart condition. My room mate is interesting too. About 14-16 and sometimes acted like she was 4 or 5. She screams on a level almost out of normal hearing range. She's required a "handler" most of the time. They gave her a shot the first night and she slept after that.
Short of being in an arena at a sporting event, the noise level raises to a slight roar. My day is usually very quiet and like it this way. It is indigenous to an ant farm with super bowl speakers on crack. The walking dead in the halls have blank looks on their faces. There is also laughing for no apparent reason, screaming, shouting at invisible targets. Medicated or need meds, I don't know. I just know my TOTAL goal is getting out.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
UNTITLED
I am greatly upset at the "misunderstandings" that people have recently made .
IF YOU HAVE CONCERNS ABOUT ME, DO NOT CONTACT ANOTHER MEMBER OF MY FAMILY TO FIND OUT ABOUT ME.
Kindly contact me. Or, better yet. Keep your concerns to yourself and discuss them with God. He knows what is going on and doesn't fault me or misunderstand me.
I am old enough to make my own decisions and really do not appreciate anyone's input unless I ask for it.
This is all I have to say about the matter - If you don't like what I write, don't read it.
IF YOU HAVE CONCERNS ABOUT ME, DO NOT CONTACT ANOTHER MEMBER OF MY FAMILY TO FIND OUT ABOUT ME.
Kindly contact me. Or, better yet. Keep your concerns to yourself and discuss them with God. He knows what is going on and doesn't fault me or misunderstand me.
I am old enough to make my own decisions and really do not appreciate anyone's input unless I ask for it.
This is all I have to say about the matter - If you don't like what I write, don't read it.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
TIRED
Anyone who has kept up with me, knows how my life has been spiraling. As I told my doctor, "I am sick and tired of being sick and tired."
I have tried to do what is right. I have tried to hold it together. I am too tired to try any more. Please don't make a big deal out of this. I know things are constantly changing, but they have not changed for the better in the last 10 years. I'm too tired to fight any more.
Please forgive me.
(An excerpt from a story in the writing stage by Sally Kirk.)
I have tried to do what is right. I have tried to hold it together. I am too tired to try any more. Please don't make a big deal out of this. I know things are constantly changing, but they have not changed for the better in the last 10 years. I'm too tired to fight any more.
Please forgive me.
(An excerpt from a story in the writing stage by Sally Kirk.)
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Practicing Medicine
You realize, of course, doctors are just "Practicing" medicine. Every time I go to another office; every time I wait in a crowded noisy waiting room; every time I have to get weighed I try to imagine my life without doctors. I wouldn't have any place to go or have expectations of wonder over what is their diagnosis. My life would be so boring.
I'm being referred to another doctor to have an "Echo" done; meds have been changed again at both places today; and, blood was checked for clotting level - 3.7 - a little high so we're changing that too. Where would I be without my doctors.
I stopped at the store and got dinner. Mock was off today but had to do the doctor thing too. He's still on restricted duty so he's back in a park tomorrow. He is going to "sweat" again. I remember those days. That was one of the reasons I changed for an inside job - heat, sweat, sun poisoning, all those good things. He can hardly wait. I'm sure he will have several "scenarios" to tell me about. Oh what a day.
I'm being referred to another doctor to have an "Echo" done; meds have been changed again at both places today; and, blood was checked for clotting level - 3.7 - a little high so we're changing that too. Where would I be without my doctors.
I stopped at the store and got dinner. Mock was off today but had to do the doctor thing too. He's still on restricted duty so he's back in a park tomorrow. He is going to "sweat" again. I remember those days. That was one of the reasons I changed for an inside job - heat, sweat, sun poisoning, all those good things. He can hardly wait. I'm sure he will have several "scenarios" to tell me about. Oh what a day.
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