From Minnesota......

The stress test final results turned out to be normal on the films but they are not thrilled with the extra beats my heart had during the test so to the cath lab I go.  The test will be on Monday. It seems like I may never be leaving The Mayo.  I was admitted to the hospital on Thursday night because they need to take me off of my blood thinners, my heart medicines and one of my migraine medicines so the potential for me to get very sick are real and they do not want that happening while I walk around Rochester unsupervised.  They want me to be under medical care at all times in case I have a heart attack, I stroke or I get a clot anywhere.  They think these things are unlikely but they could and have happened (when they were, also, unlikely) so they are not taking chances.  I guess this is the best hospital in the country for a reason.

Thursday when I got here and they went over my wishes should I code during the procedure, it was a hard conversation but an easy answer.  I want them to resuscitate the hell out of me.  And when they are done, keep going.  There is little else to report.  I have been in quite a deal of pain and so I have been sleeping a lot.  Plus, with the new semester starting, every awake moment is spent doing homework.  I have a team of about 8 doctors, per shift, working on my case and one of my morning doctors today was extremely good looking.  Too bad they only stay five minutes.  LOL  Maybe he will be back tomorrow, wish me luck.

Until next time.....from Minnesota.................

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

It Is Okay To Be Scared

Started this last night, dozed off during the writing....so here it finally is Today is NOT my favorite day.....I am completely exhausted emotionally and physically.  The reality of my life is that I have so many people who truly love me but I honestly don't think any one person understands me.  I recognize that it is difficult to understand another person's situation especially when they look at things completely different than you do.  I understand that my loved ones and support people look at life vastly different than me, but don't we all look at the world different than the person next to us?  Unfortunately, this lack of understanding has been difficult and painful for me because I need someone to go to bat for me sometimes when I don't feel confident in my ability to express myself. I know that it seems like I am saying that I can't take care of myself and guess what, I can't.  I NEED help sometimes, a lot of the time, in fact.  I need someone to...
Read more

Where's the manic train?

The bipolar is kicking my ass. Hard!  Everytime I feel like I have this all handled, life throws a curveball and this time I can't throw it back.  I am meekly rolling it away and life is throwing it harder and harder.  I have school. my billions of doctors appointments, my family and work.  I am physically and emotionally exhausted which for me are signs of depression and I am ignoring everyone of my rules to keep myself out of a depressive episode.  These rules include sleeping on a schedule, being a little vain (meaing staying on top of my grooming; I am often told I smell great and I take pride in that), and generally just keep propelling myself forward come hell or highwater.  Well I cannot seem to do that today or lately, for that matter.  I have felt like a lot of conquering my bipolar has been strength as well as a great doctor and medicine. I have been sleeping most of the day.  Sometimes up to twelve hours a day.  This is just craz...
Read more

The Rockstar

Image
Yesterday Ella got her tonsils taken out.  The surgery went very smoothly and for that I am grateful.  She has been a rockstar patient because she is by far the strongest 11 year old that I know, emotionally and physically.  She has complained very little and  only really speaks of pain when it is time for a dose of medicine.  Additionally, she is eating anything that she can get her hands on (that is safe for the healing) and the nurses were literally shocked when they called to check on her today. So when I think about the surgery and her strength throughtout, it brings me back to the gifts that bipolar have given us.  As I have often said, bipolar is a blessing and a curse.  In this instance, it is a blessing because my daughter has learned how to power through pain with grace and dignity. (I guess I sometimes lack grace, but I always have dignity.)  I never make the bipolar a point of shame because it itsn't and I ask for the help when I ...
Read more