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playing catch-up


That’s what you can consider this post.  Me trying to update you on all that’s been going on with me and the hubs in the health and medical happenings department.

I’ve indicated a few times that he and I both have been really busy getting all sorts of tests done and then, when something comes up on a test, having some procedure or other done.  Unbelievably, this year it’s been mostly him having procedures.  More about those in a sec…

So far this year, I’ve had a mammogram (joy. not.), an eye exam (got my new glasses & can see MUCH better now, YAY!) I’ve had several blood draws, which is usual for me, I had another sleep study done (after about 8 years?!) and have a new C-PAP machine now, I had my first stress test and echocardiogram done looking for the source of my constant fatigue, that led to seeing a cardiologist and having my first-ever heart catheterization done, which came out fine, I’m finishing up my allergy shots along with getting weekly B12 injections, and now I’m going to physical therapy to get my shoulders and neck back into shape after going for years with constant stress-related pain.

Ha, I told a friend the other day if I could just get some new teeth (I want to get implants as soon as I can) and some liposuction, I’d be almost good as new!

As for my poor hubby, Tommy’s had a bunch of tests run as well.  I finally talked him into seeing my doctor and he really likes her, just like I said he would.  She has been working to find the source of his stomach problems.  He’s had scopes done, both directions, which led to the gastroenterologist telling him again to get off the NSAIDs.  He thought he WAS off them, but come to find out, the meds his old doctor had put him on for the pain in his Achilles actually was another form of NSAID, so his stomach had gotten all messed up again.

He was so worried about having to stop them since every other time he’s gone off pain meds, he has been just wracked with pain and barely able to walk, let alone anything else.  So we began looking for natural anti-inflammatories.  I found a good source for tart cherry juice concentrate and started him on two cups of that a day along with drinking “golden milk” which is a turmeric drink.  Turmeric is a very powerful anti-inflammatory as well.

After having his allergy tests done, we found out he is highly allergic to a ton of foods, weird things that are so common it was pretty discouraging to think about how we’d avoid them.  Like apples, tomatoes, and vanilla!  Just sit there a minute and think about how many foods are made with those ingredients!!

He has done really good with changing his eating habits but soon, his stomach really started to bother him.  I’ve been telling him for the past several years if he didn’t lose some weight, he was going to regret it.  He’s the type who will do the opposite of what you tell him just for spite, so he’s not been trying at all to modify his eating.  So now, with several doctors telling him it is a MUST that he eat differently, he’s finally on board.

When our doc began testing to see what was up with his stomach, she mentioned gall bladder, which put us on the search for ways to avoid having to get it removed.  That’s when we did the gall bladder/liver flush.  Tommy ended up doing it twice but still had to get his taken out.  Turned out he didn’t have stones, but instead his gall bladder was just grossly infected.

They had a horrible time getting him sedated, or rather, intubated and we left the surgery center with a letter from the doctor and anesthesiologist to keep with us in case he ever had to be sedated again.  Seems he has a very small airway along with a strange alignment of his esophagus that makes it impossible to intubate him in the normal way.  He has to have a bronchi-scope instead, which is a whole different set of tools for the anesthetist.  During his gall bladder surgery, they had to stop everything while the other tools were located and brought to the operating room.  Apparently, it was very stressful and maybe even dangerous to have to do this.  I didn’t understand all that she was telling me, but she said to make sure the doctors got that letter before he has another surgery or sedated procedure.

After the surgery, Tommy seemed to start doing better.  His terribly bloated stomach went down which made us realize that he’d probably been sick with that for a couple of years!  We didn’t realize it was bloating instead of just weight gain!  However, he has continued to have pain in his upper/mid back area.  So our doc sent him for another CT scan to check his kidneys.

This would be his fourth scan-type test this year after an initial ultrasound, then a CT for the initial stomach pain, then a HIDA scan, now this CT and then, after finding cysts on his kidneys, they sent him for another ultrasound to see if the cysts were something serious.

Turns out they aren’t and now doc wants to send him to the chiropractor thinking his back pain is muscular instead of internal.

I wasn’t thrilled about that since I’ve been a ton of times to this chiropractor without getting any relief for my neck and shoulders.  I really love the gal that works on me at physical therapy.  She’s a former masseuse so she also does some massage on my neck and shoulders, which helps a lot.  She’s trying to help me build up the muscles that are weak from years of trying to accommodate my misalignment due to pain.  The reason the chiropractor hasn’t worked for me is because all those muscles are so tight, even when the chiro aligns me, my muscles will pull things back out.  Until my muscles are retrained, any alignment isn’t going to stick.

I’ve been to the PT three times now.  Yesterday was an unusual day, though.  I was late getting there, which made me nervous and stressed anyway.  She put me on this bike to do hand pedaling and then over to the pulleys to do some exercises when I began to feel extremely tired.  Tommy texted about that time to tell me my sugar was pretty low.  I had seen it about the same time and walked over to my purse to get something to treat the low blood sugar with…but all I could find was one solitary Tootsie Roll!!  My little zip bag I keep stuff for lows in was empty!!  ARGH!  I remembered then wiping that out when we were on vacation but never thinking to restock it once we got home.

By this time, I was beginning to sweat and feel shaky.  I texted Tommy, who had been planning to come by the therapy office to get his computer out of my car.  He had already come and got it though, so he was already gone when I asked if he could bring me a Mt. Dew or something.  By this time, the therapist had noticed something was up with me.  I told her what was going on and she spotted the number on my CGM app on my phone… it was 54 at the time and trending straight down.

She said, “Is that what your sugar is?!?”  “Um, yeah,” I told her.  Then she and the receptionist both started to wig out a little.  I felt so stupid having to tell her I had NOTHING to treat the low in my purse NOR did I have my glucometer with me.  I’d left it at home charging, thinking I shouldn’t even need it.  But now, I could have used it to be certain what was going on … to determine if the CGM was correct or not.  Obviously, it was, though because I began feeling really crappy.  The therapist ran to get me something she’d brought to work with her.  They were some kind of health-food choco-peanut butter things and I ate them, feeling like an idiot having to eat up her food!!  She told me it was fine and said: “they aren’t that good, but here…”  LOL!  I guess maybe I was doing her a favor by eating them??  Ha!

I knew they weren’t going to do the trick though since they weren’t very sweet and had a lot of protein in them.  Tommy called me about that time and told me he was coming to bring me something to eat.  Then I felt horrible that I was making him have to come all the way back because I’d forgotten to restock my purse.  I told the ladies (only the receptionist and therapist were there at that time) that my husband was bringing me something when the receptionist said she had a Mt. Dew and some honey in her car.  I told her not to bother, that he would be here soon.

The therapist said, “Go get your stuff.  I’m not going to sit here waiting on him while she passes out on me.”  Sigh.  So, I downed the soda when she came back and handed it to me, mumbling ‘thank yous’ and ‘I’m sorry’s’ between gulps.  They both assured me it wasn’t a problem, so I relaxed a little.

By the time Tommy got there, I was in the middle of getting the post-hypo freeze and slowly, my numbers started to come up from LOW to 42. He sat down on the table beside my chair and during the recovery, the subject of his medical stuff came up and he asked the therapist some questions about what would be best for him to do.

When I was finally up in the 90’s, they had decided between themselves that the therapist would text our doc to ask if she could see Tommy and try to help his back before the chiropractor.  I ended up not having any therapy yesterday, which stunk, but I think Tommy and I both felt better about him possibly getting to be in with the therapist instead of the chiro.

We will see what becomes of it all.

By this point in the game, we only lack a few hundred dollars meeting out out-of-pocket limit, so we are going to get all the therapy and tests done that we can and take full advantage of our insurance!  Lord knows we’ve sure spent a buttload of money on our health this year and it’s barely April!!

I sure do wish I could get my teeth done on the medical insurance, though!!  Siiigh.  Oh well…

Oh!  I forgot to tell you that in the middle of all this, we took a short vacation to Destin!!  It was actually “prescribed” when I was back in with our doc, talking about all the various appointments we had already had and those coming up soon, she said, “You guys need to take a vacation!”  I asked her to write a script for it.  Ha.  Anyway, we had bought this three-day package last year and it was going to expire soon, so we decided to just do it.

It was fun and nice to get away, but next time we go to Florida, it definitely needs to be longer than just three days.  Hopefully, that can happen before we get too old to travel by ourselves.  Heh.

Okay.. I think you’re all caught up now!!  Later!


good news!


Praise God! I went on the 30th to have the mammogram done to check the lump in my left breast. The one my GP didn’t even check but instead just said, “Go get a mammogram.” and ordered a regular scan.

I did that (regular yearly mammogram) December 30 of last year. It showed nothing, but when I was there and told the technician about the accident when I rammed the handlebars of my bike into my breast and it left a horrific bruise, then the lump showed up… she asked me what the doctor had said about it.

I told her he didn’t even check it. She said, “Well, he’s only got a scan ordered.” so anyhow, that’s why I got worried. I thought if there was some other way they checked you when you had a lump, then I needed to see someone who would give a flip about it. I mean, a doctor who would at least check the thing to see if it warranted further investigation.

And yes, this is the same guy who told me that if I’d only keep my sugars under control, I wouldn’t have had this undiagnosed, by him or 4 other doctors at that time, rash that I’d had for over 8 months, even though during that time, my A1c had gone DOWN (meaning my blood sugars were doing better and at 7.1, were not at ALL the cause of the rash as he wanted me to believe)

I’m telling you, I’m so mad at this arrogant jerk-of-a-doctor, I could just spit. That kind of thing infuriates me to no end!!

Anyhow, so we went to Lexington with my films from the December screening in our town. I really liked this place but man, was it busy! They did the scan then sent me back into this waiting area where all us women sat in short little pink robe dealies. I was doing okay except I’d started coughing again.

I’m sick to death of this lingering cough and I know all those women were thinking, What is UP with that woman who keeps hacking!?! but I just couldn’t make it stop. I finally ate a couple Lifesavers and that helped, but then, some woman walks by my chair and into the changing room right behind me. The doorway to this room was right beside my left arm. I thought I was going to choke to death right then and there. A technician followed her into the room to discuss her scan and I thought we would have to call for someone to resuscitate her. That woman had on enough perfume for a whole nursing home. I mean, it was BAD! It was like a thick, stinky fog descended on the whole area!!!

I gasp for air a couple times, then I got up because the two ladies next to me seemed to think I was a loon already. I stepped over past them toward the door they had brought everyone in from the main waiting room…then finally I opened the door and stepped out in the hallway.

Ah! Thank God, fresh, unpolluted air!!! I stood out there for about 3-4 minutes but since it was full of doors for the offices and a couple check out windows, it wasn’t really a good place, so I went back into the waiting area only to be choked again.

I dunno what kind of perfume that chick was wearing, but it REEKED! It wouldn’t have been so God-awful smelly if it didn’t smell like she’d bathed in it!! And you know how they do when they give you instructions… use the wipes to take off any deodorant, lotions or PERFUMES. I’m not sure, maybe that brought her back out there to make her do it again??!!!

I have been accosted by overly-perfumed or -cologned people before, but this was horrific! I don’t know if it’s because I have become more sensitive to things in general or what, but I thought I would die before that stench got diffused.

I used to think people who made a big deal about not being around strong scents were nuts and rude (and honestly, some of them just ARE!) but when those things do this to your physical well-being?? I have a different view of it now. The same way that to me it seems rude for someone to come walking into a place having just tossed their cigarette, drafting a plume of smoke in with them then plopping down right beside me, it’s just as rude to assault people with your chemical-laden scent of choice.

Think “hint of” when applying your fragrance, not “whop you upside the head”, please?

*long sigh* Um, I digress…

So anyway, after my scan and perfume assault, they called me back into one of the changing rooms to go over the results. YES!! Right then and there! It turns out there IS something there, obviously since I could feel it. The doctor called it an “oil cyst” and said it was a natural response to a bruise like the one I’d had. She said it sort of encapsulates the bruise, or collected blood and it should eventually dissipate over time. She said it was normal to be tender and not to worry unless I noticed any changes.

They will call me a couple months prior to schedule my yearly mammogram for next year.

I am SO impressed! And that’s not all…

That morning, I decided not to wait any longer to see about getting treatment for the yeast infection I had going on. I’ve been on that erythromycin for almost 2 weeks now, so I knew it was coming. I called the place in Lexington, where I’ve only been the one time, and contacted the prescriptions line, gave my name and other information and let them know that I needed some Diflucan for the yeast since OTC products just don’t work for me anymore.

I received a call back in LESS THAN AN HOUR to confirm what I needed and to let me know they’d be calling it in.

I haven’t been this impressed in a LONG time, let me tell you! I usually have to beg and do contortions and end up having to be seen to get a simple Diflucan from The Arrogant GP. This was just SO nice!!

And they didn’t wait til the end of the day to call it in either. We picked it up from my pharmacy in another maybe 45 minutes. I got the med into my system ASAP! AND they gave me two doses instead of the normal one. So perhaps I won’t be bothered with this yeast again before I’m done with this antibiotic.

Woo!

If it wasn’t for the 80 mile drive, I’d look for a GP in Lexington. It seems that we’ve become accustomed to mediocre medical treatment in this town and the doctors, at least many of them, are more than happy to dispense it when they feel like it.

Ugh.

Okay, so back to being thankful that there’s nothing to worry about with my breast. Thanking God for getting one more thing off my Worry List! Yes!!

Jeremiah 33:6 — “Behold, I will bring to it health and healing, and I will heal them and reveal to them abundance of prosperity and security.”



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