I’m referring to the Bronchomonster from last year, folks.
Here’s the thing, I had this WHOLE long post written up (remember guys, it takes me a ton longer to get a post published these days for some reason) I mean, a full-on, several-hundred words post about how great it was to have NOT had to deal with this bronchial infection stuff the way I did last year. And you can just guess what happened after that, right?
Yep. I’m sitting here, sucking the nebulizer as I type. ARGH! Seriously, folks, I AM thankful that I haven’t had it all this time, since last year, it started in August and did NOT leave until mid-November!!!
I think it probably got a foothold in when I went to have out-patient surgery last week. GAH! What’s that about? Oh, well…you know since we knocked out out-of-pocket limit in the head back in March, Tommy and I have been getting all sorts of tests done and with a bout of weird “lady things” going on, my general physician wanted to send me for a consult with the gyno. Yay.
They’d already done a really painful ultrasound earlier this year looking for something else. I had to have that REDONE so there was that. Then I had to have this tissue sample taken and THAT was simply horrific.
DISCLAIMER: for the dudes who may be lurking out there, this is going to get really “woman-y” really fast, so brace yourselves for lots of uncomfortable info about what we ladies have to go through to keep our honey-pots healthy. There.
So they tried to do this tissue sample thing in the office. It was supposed to be a simple procedure, right? No. Not for Geannie. Nothing is ever really simple with me.
They had to change the speculum THREE TIMES! That thing is always painful to me since I’m made so weird in there anyway, but I had to lay there with one ill-fitting contraption in me while the nurse went to get another one, and then that one didn’t work either. It was MISERABLE! Then they started with the actual tissue retrieval. Um, NO!
What they told me was it would be a small straw-like thing that the doc would then “spin” around in there to grab a bit of tissue. Apparently, the first one collapsed on itself…I dunno, I guess it was defective and I’m thinking to myself it’s like when you get a straw with a hole in it and can’t drink your soda through it? Who knows. But yeah, then I had to wait while the nurse left AGAIN to get another one of those too. I was bawling by the time they were done.
Both the female doc and the nurse were apologizing profusely, but that didn’t make it any better. It was awful!
Early the next week, I get a call from the nurse telling me they hadn’t even gotten a tissue sample, just some “mucous” and I was waiting for her to say they had to do it again to which I was going to reply, “OH NO YOU DON’T! I don’t care if it all rots and falls out, I am NOT going through THAT again!!” But what she said was they wanted to do this as an out-patient surgery. The plan was a hysteroscopy with D & C. They had spotted a polyp which needed to be removed and biopsied plus I think they planned to just sorta clean all the thickened tissue out if needed. So I’m like, “General anesthesia?” which the nurse confirmed, so I said, “Okay, let’s do it.”
So anyway, I had that done last Tuesday and it was a breeze comparatively. Other than some minor cramping and the sensation that I’d been scrubbed out down there with a brillo pad, there wasn’t a ton of pain. All the rawness was gone and I was feeling pretty much back to normal the next day…except for a sore throat. The nurse told me that was from the tube they’d put down my throat during surgery.
But I knew it wasn’t.
I started doubling up on my elderberry syrup and vitamin C, but apparently, it was too little, too late. By yesterday evening, I knew I was in for a bout of the Bronchomonster.
I think probably having an infection (found out from the pre-op tests I had a couple bacterial infections brewing) my immune system was weakened just enough to let this awful broncho-stuff take hold. Oh, that and it just turned pretty cold around home, too. Not that the cold weather gives you a cold, of course, but it sure didn’t do my throat any favors on top of all the other stuff.
Thank God, though, the throat isn’t a big issue anymore. It’s this coughing, but–again, thank God– it’s nothing near like last year and hopefully, I’m getting on top of it soon enough to clear it up without any steroids or antibiotics. My good friend echinacea is going into the teapot today and I’ll be adding some other germ-fighting, immune boosting home remedies to the roster. Ha. If only it were that simple, huh?
I’m not even going to bore you with what the surgery/anesthesia/sick-getting has done to my blood sugars. I am throwing insulin at them by the vial and still, they’re staying up around 300, which adds to yuckiness. I’ve never had this much trouble with my sugar going high when I’m sick before. Usually, only steroids do anything close to this. UGH!
Okay, so there you go, folks. You’re pretty much up to date on the state of affairs in my world right now. I hope all of you are staying well and healthy! If you have any other good self-help, home remedies for me, please leave a comment! I’m open to ANYthing that’ll get me well ASAP!
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!