It’s Saturday morning, only Ed and I are awake (OK Jim’s at work) The house is quiet except for Dad’s TV, I’ve had my first cup of coffee and I changed my blog graphics. Spring comes next week! I do understand that I live in South Western PA and Spring still can mean snow and cold temps, BUT I’m still excited. Warmer weather, flowers, the birds are back (including the buzzards)
A lot has happened in the time that I was not posting. Dad was in the VA for five days, we’re still not sure what happened there. He had gone to his club to shoot for a little while and when he came home, he just seemed off. He admitted to me that he had fallen asleep for over an hour out there. That alone wasn’t cause for alarm. Dad can sleep just about anywhere, and he has. That’s just Dad. But when he said that he had lost feeling in his hand on the drive home and he was slurring his words a bit more than usual (Dad is hard of hearing, he mumbles at times, OK lets be honest, Dad is almost deaf and mumbles a lot.) He agreed to go to the VA after he slept for a little while, I got on the phone with my sisters. As soon as Jim came home from work, we took him down to Pittsburgh (everything is down… I am the perfect Yinzer. We go down the road which is UP a huge hill either way… Just go with it.)
- I am incredibly grateful that Dad is ok. Even if we don’t know exactly what happened.
- He LOVED the nursing staff. I am so happy that they took such good care of him.
We now know a few more ways to get in between hospitals. The Oakland VA is right behind The University of Pittsburgh and just up the hill from Presby and Montefiore. If by chance I end up with Dad and Jamey in at the same time, it won’t be a killer, PLUS it’s a quick bus ride from Children’s. And lets face it, Western Psych is right there too in case they all drive me insane(r). BUT if Dad ends up in the VA at the same time Jamey is in Presby, he better get used to hospital food cause MCDonald’s is way down past Penn, and this girl ain’t walking that hill unless Starbucks is calling (and Presby has it’s own Starbucks.) I do NOT know how the college students do it. Those hills are murder.
Jamey’s main pain medication is an off label use of a medication used to treat nausea and to increase appetite in Cancer patients. It does help with the pain, it does nothing for HIS nausea and loss of appetite. BUT with the dosage he’s on, the pharmacy needs time to order it. The companies control how much the pharmacies can order. It’s something we know, we understand and we make the appropriate changes. Dr Garcia hasn’t been putting refills on it, so I’ve been calling the pain clinic when he’s down to a little over a weeks worth so that they can call it in. This month turned into a mess. I’m not exactly sure what happened, but it’s fixed, so I’m not going to stress about it. Meeting the “new” doctor probably helped that. He apologized for the confusion, I explained the situation, everything’s good. The new doctor in at the Pain clinic is very nice. I looked up his profile online, the picture looks not a whole lot like him. Dr Sinha looks a whole lot like the cartoon character of Aladdin, but more grown up and cuter.
This is most definitely a younger picture of him (not that he’s old, he’s very much a young doctor.) and his face is a bit slimmer, but the smile is great and he has gorgeous eyes. I quite imagine a lot of pre teen and teenage girl pain patients are going gaga. And he has a wonderful personality. I’m sure sometime in the future, we’ll butt heads, I normally do, but we started out on the basis of mutual respect which was very nice.
- He cleared up the entire pharmacy issue without me completely loosing my temper (no tears!)
- He listened to both Jamey and I about different ideas that were outside the box.
- He gave me the website for every FDA clinical trail going on in the US Clinical Trails
- He decided to try a new drug that is showing some promise (I had just heard of it, thought we were seeing the nurse practitioner and figured I would bring it up to Dr Garcia.) He’s contacting Hepatology to get their opinion.
- I like him. That’s rare for a new doctor with different ideas.
I finally broke down and went to get this cold checked out. I was having trouble walking up one flight of stairs let alone all 3 in this house. Twenty five years ago, I went to the ER because I was loosing my second pregnancy. Something happened there that I still don’t completely remember and I don’t trust doctors. I remember that it hurt, a lot. And I was bleeding everywhere and I lost my blooming mind. On the upside of that, I have discovered that it is possible to make up your own cuss words int he middle of screaming. It is completely amazing that I walked out of there without a psych evaluation. I had a complete nervous breakdown.
Anyhow, the verdict was bronchitis with bronchial spasms. I was prescribed an antibiotic and steroids, and if it hadn’t gotten better, I could have called in for an inhaler. I’m giving it a little while longer until I at least finish the steroids. It is not completely cleared up yet. But I can at least go up two flights of stairs before I am huffing and puffing. I of course got the lecture on not having a PCP, (I knew it was coming) or a chart. Or going to a doctor in about 9-10 years… I know I’m the one in the wrong there, but if you would see me before an appointment… Heck I talked my doctor out of a recheck after Ed was born (c section, my cervix never opened, no sense in checking if it was closed) and the only reason I went back after my gall bladder surgery was because they put a drain tube in. I wasn’t keeping that, and the thought of removing it myself, scared me more than going to the doctor. I’m actually glad I did, it was the weirdest feeling in the world when that thing came out. And the doctor never touched me when I went to the ER with my cluster headaches… He just prescribed one thing that didn’t work, another that did and I’ve learned how to control them on my own.
- I am feeling a bit better.
- Bronchial spasms are dangerous. Not a good idea to leave that go.
- I have a chart now!
Years ago, I found a little website called Pixel Scrapper. They make the cutest darn digital scrap booking supplies. I use a lot of them in my graphics. A lot of their work is on this site. I finally took the plunge and started working with their templates and adding my own colors. And I’ve been having a lot of fun with it. It’s calming. I’ve always admitted that I’m a graphic addict. This is my “fix” (hey theres a lot worse things to be addicted to.)
- I love that they work so hard and share their work with others.
- I’m learning a new version of Paint Shop Pro (my favorite graphic software)
- I get to share pretty things on my blog.
- I can finally express my true self the way I want.
I’ve been having a good time with it, and I can completely customize almost everything 🙂 I just wish I had the talent of the ladies there.
Jim is home, the weekend has officially started. It might be chilly and damp outside, but Spring will be here Monday. Dad and I saw this great idea on how to repot Mom’s vines. There are currently 9 vines in the windows that are a pain in the tush to keep watered. What we saw was a floor vase with a log as a sort of trellis and the vines wrapped around it growing upwards. I should ba able to repot them all into two. Watering them would be so much easier because I’m always afraid that I’ll destroy the carpeting and the floorboards with water damage. And the vines will be so much healthier. Some of these are actually older than I am. They were my Grandma’s. Gramma will come back and biff me if I kill off her plants, just so ya all know. That will be my spring project as soon as it’s warm enough. And we’ll be down a whole lotta plants 🙂
- Mom’s plants will be saved
- No more trying to catch water droplets before they hit the carpet.
- No more anyone complaining about if the plants have been watered!
Time to jump off here and spend some time being ignored by my husband and kids. Enjoy the weekend all!