Well I'm doing great for a recipient. Not complaining. It only gets worse if we do.
The pain in my left side has lessened, leading us to believe it is fractured ribs from coughing.
I have a few new aches though. My right ankle wants to rebel on my walks. Couldn't it do this when I have to clean the house? I continue to walk, just a little slower until it goes away.
Insulin is doing great. The Endocrinologist is happy with the results-just not with me doing it and telling him later. It would be easier if doctors offices were easier to get in touch with, no answering machines and waiting 24-48 hours for a response. I miss the days of old fashioned doctors offices. You know, when I was a person not a patient and my phone calls mattered enough to not send me to a machine. I realize this can't happen with a transplant center, they have way too many sick patients to answer each and every call personally. Even though I must say that everytime I'm prepared to leave a message, Melissa answers the phone and throws me off track. She's such a wonderful coordinator.
The endo discovered I have alot of sinus drainage we need to take care of immediately. He asked me if I'd ever taken antibiotics. LMAO......! Me ? No-never. I told him Dr. Baz prefers Levacquin and he wrote a script for Zithromax. I knew what Melissa would do, so I just called her and she called in the Levacquin. We could save so much paper if we were listened to. But I also know that I'm a "scary" proposition for most physicians. Just not Shands Lung transplant. I'm just another recipient. Thank goodness for that.
Being alone for a few days me & the boys are gonna have a great time! I've got the dining table set up for "design time" and they get to relax. I'm taking a class on Medieval history so gonna work on that a little, make a few pendants, take more photos and then take a nap.
Hey, we all need our nap time..
Hopefully this blog will be the culmination of all my years attempting to write a book about surviving an organ transplant. I've survived 3 organ transplants & have a pacemaker. Life is GOOD! I am truly BLESSED! Years ago I titled my book "At the end of my rope" for 2 reasons. 1.Physically: Being tethered to oxygen for 20+ years. Hence, the rope. 2. Psychologically: There are times when I literally feel At the end of my rope.
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Thursday, November 5, 2009
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