Moving right along..
Yesterday I went for the heart workup. First of all, the doctor was so handsome, I almost didn't care about all the tests he was running and the exam he was doing.
Handsome doctor is about 50,silver in the hair, nice Jewish boy ( listen at 50 he is boy to me!) and the words he spoke to me after all was done were almost romantic..." Your heart is beautiful strong, healthy." He also said there was no cancer around the heart, that that heart is not to be blamed for my fluid retention or shortness of breath. So back to square one, which would mean my lung doctor sometime next month.
Now, for today. Leave here in about an hour for the hospital and to get the fluid drained from the left lung. Since this is my third time to do this, I am not relaxed. I have total recall of the other two times and how it hurt and how I felt afterwards, that 24 hours to recover, blah blah blah.
Tomorrow it is back to the oncologist to report in since she is sorta the center of all this and the one who had refered me to the lung man who refered me to the heart man. And, then, so far no appointments on the horizon. Won't that be nice, lead an almost normal life again.
Have to tell you a funny thing. Yesterday for some reason my battery on my oxygen went dead, which was okay cus I put in a new one, but after that the darn thing would not turn on. I played with it for about 45 minutes... moved it to different outlets, etc. and then began to worry about how long I could go without the oxygen and made a somewhat panic call to the company that services the oxygen generator thingee. A rep not only rushed over here, he was the manager of the company.
He got it all going in short order, the problem being that I hadn't gotten the battery in tight enuf. So okay, learned to always make sure that sucker is really in firm. Then this guy says to me, " there isn't any oxygen coming out of here , you haven't been getting any oxygen." What????
Now you have to know that the orignal guy who delivered all this equipment to me never showed me how to do some of the things like change the water bottle - just handed me an instruction book and split.
The new man showed me how you can tell if oxygen is coming out of the tube and that there is this little knob that has to always be turn to a certain position for the oxygen to come out. Well, it wasn't. I'm figuring that happend when daughter Karen changed the water last Saturday so that meant that from Saturday until yesterday I wasn't getting any oxygen with that thing on my nose 24/7. Maybe even longer. So what does this all prove ??? Maybe I don't need the oxygen all the time. Whatcha think? Don't see the lung man for a month but will surely tell him this little tale.
In the meantime , can really tell the oxygen is coming out, can feel the slight breeze before I put it in my nose and gotta say that I got a full night sleep last night with it on and working right. If Lee was still writing "Diagnosis Murder" this all might have given him an episode!
Now on this foggy morning here in Ventura -- all hot in the LA area and in the desert, humid in the east and here it won't get over 72 today and I love that --- time for me to get dressed and be ready to face that needle that looks miles long that will go in my back and drain that fluid.
Go buy " Burn Notice, the Fix" by son Tod. Will see if I can insert a link to the story on him writing that in here.
See ya later when I betcha I will really be breathing better with a lung not filled with fluid!
hahahahaha!!! Great post, Jan!
What a story! I bet you feel significantly better today and hope you slept like a baby!!!
Posted by: Cara OConnor | August 28, 2008 at 08:07 AM