Let’s start off with I am no longer super nurse, my wife is completely over her medical issues, and back to work full speed. Ok folks a new mental scale has been created, and I am still working the kinks out (I like kinky LOL). Based on this new mental image of my health and how I am reacting to inside and outside influences, I would rate this week at a solid 2.5. A lot of my improvement comes directly from the influence of the folks reading this blog. Your encouragement, your understanding, your patience makes it easier for me to mentally adjust. So thanks to you wonderful folks I am a solid 2.5. I will say a couple of you out there want me to have a 4 week. LMAO, I am not even going to go into what would have to happen for me to have a 4 week, but trust me winning the lottery would be part of it. LOL LOL. Let’s keep in on the KISS theory for a while.
Last week I was so caught up on talking about how woe is me that I did forget to share that I get to see Doc Skin. Those that know me, know that I have 2,037,215 freckles, very pale skin (though not quite vampire pale) and anyone that has seen my Navy picture, knows that at one time I had very bright red hair, now it is stately white. Also I have played golf for years, and always drove with my left arm out the window, all the earmarks of pending disaster. I see my dermatologist every 6 months. Usually that means that I leave the office with a multitude of freezer burns, looking almost zombie like. Sometimes they have to slice and dice. Last week I had to have a minor in office procedure which required seven stitches, but it’s nature compared to all the other crap last week was insignificant. The wound is healing well, and I haven’t gotten an ounce of sympathy. Gosh it doesn’t even pay to go under the knife. The stitches come out next Tues. I expect to be at the Dermatology office for about 17 minutes.
On Monday I had my monthly IVIG treatment, it went off without a hitch. On Tuesday (at Doc Infectious Office), I had an additional follow-up, Doc Infectious listened, showed the proper amount of bedside manner, and issued the order to remove the pic line. By the time I have my next IVIG treatment it will be thru my new Mediport.
I also met with Doc Lungs this week (Tues after the Doc Infectious appt), and he listened and concurred with Doc Infectious that my lungs sound quite clear considering the condition my lungs are in. We have a standing joke when they ask me to take a deep breath, I tell them “if I could take a deep breath, I wouldn’t need to be here.” We all chuckle. For those you that suffer you can use that line as your own with your doctor. Trust me unless you Doc is a complete ass, he will enjoy that remark.
I had my vitals taken several times this week so here are the highlights; bp = 98/64 (was low point during IVIG treatment), resp 100 which is generally where I am with that, O2 = as I sit here typing this is 94-95, temperature = 97.8 or so, weight = 274 is what I am claiming, I am a Pillsbury doughboy don’t forget, and the weight is coming down quite slowly.
I was in Dr “N”s office Wednesday and had to have a sonogram to determine if I had any blood clots and I DON’T. Then I met with the surgeon and we talked about the process for having the Mediport installed. Having a Mediport put in is out-patient surgery. Go in – in the morning, come out in the afternoon, normal activities immediately. Because I am considered high risk, they can’t put me to sleep for the surgery, so what will happen is that I will be given a major dose of local for the surgery site, and a mild sedative to keep me calm during the procedure. Everything will be fine, I expect to have this done sometime shortly after Thanksgiving. For those that are wondering what the hell a Mediport is, it is a port of entry into the body, thru a major vein where they can draw blood, give injections and administer any type of IV drug. Which to me means that when I go to the hospital or any other medical facility that needs draw blood or inject something, they can use this port, and reduce significantly the anxiety of being poked and prodded looking for a vein. For a hard stick like me, it means I won’t have 22 bruises on my hands and arms from them trying to find a vein.
“That’s all Folks!” this wraps up the 3rd November report. Take care, and again thank you for taking the time to explore my post. If you have any questions, please ask away. As always your comments are greatly appreciated. Take care Bill
OK folks this is 2 weeks in a row that I have gotten this out in a timely manner.