Life changes...sometimes, not for the best. So - we need to adapt!02:04 Jul 09 2013
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So - I went to that same-day clinic appointment last Tuesday morning. As soon as the doctor took one look at me - or rather, looked at the deep throbbing on the right side of my neck, in addtion to listening to my heart, she had me wheel-chaired to the head of the ER line right away. I knew something wasn't right, and it wasn't my usual ailments! Difficulty breathing, not being able to walk for long without stopping, weight gain (water), in addition to dizziness and sweating...a few hours later, while in the ER waiting for a room, I was told that I have congestive heart failure...Right now, I'm still thinking...WHAT THE FUCK???
This disease is nil on both sides of the family. I was asked if I've been to any foreign countries lately, asked about my diet, lifestyle...no one can tell me how I got it. The best guess is that I contracted a virus awhile ago, and it worked its way to my heart...gee - could it have been when I had the lung infection over 2 months ago? I sure in the hell have had no heart problems before in my life. Go figure. I thought that I was taking care of myself pretty well, yet Big Momma and I are in the same damn sinking boat now.
Anyway, I got a room around 11pm that Tuesday night; the next day, I got a roommate. Thank God that the woman - a 61-year old Puerto Rican woman - was normal. Carla was nice, and had a fun sense of humor...nevermind that she was hospitalized due to having a stroke, to add to her other ills. We both commented on how we lucked out on the roommate situation, as many of the other rooms were filled with crazy screaming homeless people...like the one woman who kept yelling that she wasn't 'a punk ass bitch!' or the howling man.
Everything was going along fine until I was given a water pill to make me pee out the excess water...and Carla was given something that gave her major shits. I gave up on using the restroom we shared when poor Carla started shitting all over the place...many times, she couldn't make it to the toilet. Yeah...it was gross. Whenever I had to pee, I had to rush from the bed with my heart monitor, raced down the short hallway, to use the nurses' restroom. It got a little easier to do once the heart meds they gave me were upped and adjusted. And it was a good thing that between the nurses and her visiting daughter, Carla got the shit off of her...That restroom remained a disaster though, as it would be splattered right after it got cleaned.
And I gotta' say - hospital food sucks. I know that they were creating meals for me that were especially for cardiac patients, but really? Stop with the eggs already...I hate eggs. They remembered to change the milk from no fat to lowfat, but the scrambled eggs just kept on coming...some of the egg dishes I ate because I had to.
Of course, being gone from home for 3 nights, I was worried about the kitties. I thought that I might be in the hospital for one night, and panicked, as I knew that I didn't leave enough food out for them. Imagine my relief on Friday afternoon, when I got home to four living cats. The food was all gone, but there was still some water left. I didn't have fun cleaning up the shit all over the bathroom floor, but hey...the drugs I'm now on allowed me to do what I had to do in order to clean up the place. (No more chest pains - yah)! Fed the cats, took a shower, and stared at the tv for hours...which is pretty much what I've been doing since I was released.
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BLOODLIFE
20:35 Jul 30 2013
Let's keep it like that shall we ;-)
Vampirewitch39
23:06 Aug 01 2013
Take care and you better come back. :)