Well I hope all my Irish friends have long survived Monday the 17th. Having a splash or so in my system, I quietly celebrated, and didn’t turn any shade of green. Not being green made the week more pleasant LOL. Today my excuse is that is that I just got a late start putting this together, and besides knowing that music will be involved. Today we are starting with a classic. The very first time I heard 1st Vince Gill’s “Go Rest High on That Mountain” was at my Mother funeral, it made me cry that day and every time I hear it now I cry. And when my time comes this song will be featured at my funeral. I have included a link for your pleasure. Because even songs that reach deeply into your soul can be a pleasure to hear and be touched by. Sidebar — as much as I love Vince Gill I only have one other song of his on my IPOD, the other is A Satisfied Mind. Now moving on to music provided by the Dixie Chicks, I am looking forward to “Not Ready to Make Nice!” it is probably one of the most heart-felt songs I have every heard.
Last week I gave my health an overall rating of a 2.5. When I was addressing that rating I said that it sneaking towards 2.75, well it is still sneaking towards 2.75 and if I can get any breathe back I will indeed move it to a solid 2.75, but as long as the SOB is the ruling body, the best I will rate a week is 2.5. I have no other significant medical issues driving me. I don’t have any aches or pains, no headaches; all systems seem to be working properly. Though today I am beat, exhausted, sleeping with one eye open. I was up until 2 am this morning, watching my beloved U of L barely beat Manhattan Univ in the first round of the NCAA Tournament, it’s a wonder I have any fingernails left.
In the past I have been quite willing to grade on a curve, and equally willing to change my internal scale to accommodate what the disease is doing to me. I have decided to maintain the grading scale I had before my last hospitalization. This is my reality, changing the scale each time I need to justify my changing health isn’t fair, and it doesn’t present an honest picture. When I started my blog, its’ foundation was honesty, and to show how I progressed thru the illness. I have come to realize that changing the scale really isn’t the honest approach. I suspect there will come a time in the future when a 2.5 week is a damn good week. I might consider adding a Mental Scale, that reflects how my head is doing dealing with the disease, and other issues that I encounter as it regards to the disease.
This all came about because last week I made an off-hand remark that my brain adjusts much quicker to my disease than my body. Folks’ there is a lot of truth to that statement. Attitude is everything. My attitude has carried the load, and has allowed me to press on. Sidebar – moving on to Joe Cocker now, “I get by with a little help from my Friends.” Which folks you are, and your help does help (without the getting high part). The fact remains for COPD or any other traumatic disease the patient’s attitude will do just as much towards their recovery or functionality as taking all the required medicines does for their body.
Let get the vitals out of the way for the week ending 03/21/14
INR = 1.7 taken 02/17/14 – dosage increased to 6mg Coumadin daily
O2 level @ 2.5 LPM = 92/93 average O2 for the week
Peak Flow = 250 taken 3/20/14
BP 128/76 = taken 03/20/14
Heart rate = 108 taken 03/20/14
Temp = 98.7 taken 03/19/14
Weight = 272 taken 03/20/14 – damn it – looks like I ate the gift horse
So ends the general health aspect of my “How I Feel This Week” report for the week ending 3/21/14, moving now to the word of the week discussion aspect.