Today is Tuesday, July 5. I’m going to warn everyone right now that this blog is going to be packed full of errors. I’m not going to do anything about any of them, so I hope you understand stand it OK. I haven’t written for a while, but a lot has happened. I’ve been wearing a boot every day. Dang there all day. Been pretty sore. I’ve been going to physical therapy twice a week, and doing pretty well. David canceled my appointments this week for me, because I won’t be able to make either one of them. Courtney, Ryan, and Warren, all came in this weekend for the fourth. We had a wonderful visit. We finished laying our floor just in the nick of time. Last night, around 10 PM, I was sitting in my recliner when my chest begin to hurt. I thought maybe I had cracked a rib, but just a short while later another pain hit. Then another. I told David to get the car keys and please take me to the ER because I thought I had some pulmonary embolism‘s. Long story, short, I do. David stayed with me in the ER till 5 AM, at which time I sent him home because they were going to admit me. Turns out, that happened after an additional five hours in the ER. I was miserable. They didn’t put me in the oncology unit this time. This time, I was put in cardiology. I am on five N. They have doubled the nursing staff in this section of the hospital. I am in room 5806 and hospital at UT Health. I have no idea when I’m getting out, I just know this hurts like a booger. I am on 4 L of oxygen and I can’t seem to control the pain very well. I have to be careful not to send my vitals into the toilet every time they increased my dosage of pain medicine. I am tired, miserable, and in a world of hurt. There’s no sugarcoating in this this sucks. I will try and write more later when my brain comes out of this fog.
6/16/25 I’m back. By a show of hands, everyone that loves my charts, and patient portals, etc. raise those hands high! Hmmmm, I see none going up. I have sent messages on my patient portal on several occasions and heard nothing back. So, I call the office and leave a message, because you never get a real person the first time. No one calls me back. I think I might drive to the office tomorrow. ….. sigh. On a good note, my ctDNA test came back negative. Hooray! And I go back to MD Anderson in Houston in two months. I have an endoscopy in three weeks. I see my rheumatologist in two days. I need to get my dermatologist to take a look at my head. It’s been five weeks since she cut that open and it still has not healed. It’s still scabby and bloody. So, I still cannot get in the pool. And I have to stay out of the sun. It looks pretty icky on the top of my head, I’m sorry to say. David and I celebrated my good news by going to Shreveport this past weekend. We had a good time. Th...
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