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Here I go again…

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Well, I have had an interesting couple of weeks.  I have another week to go, maybe a week and a half, before I know what’s going on.  Here’s the story so far…

Thursday, July 23, I woke up feeling not so good.  I was having a very hard time catching my breath and my chest felt like someone threw a rock at me and my left shoulder hurt something fierce.  I decided it was time to take myself to the walk in clinic.  Fortunately, my own Doctor was on call at the clinic.  He asked me what was up, so I told him.  He listened to my heart and lungs for about that long then said he was sending me to the ER.  He said that they could do the same tests there in the office, but it would be a few days before he got the results.  The ER was faster.  So, I took my self to the ER (fortunately the hospital is next to the clinic) and the nurses there were waiting for me.  My doctor thought I was having a heart attack.  I called my Mom and Sister and Cindy came right over.  By the time she got there, they had me hooked up to two different machines and were in the process of drawing blood.  (I swear they took half my blood.)  She had a few errands to run and both the nurses and myself told her to go ahead, it would be a while before they knew anything.  After the blood draw, I got to go to X-Ray and get pictures of my chest and shoulders and all that fun stuff.  Then they put me back in my room in the ER.  Fortunately, they had the Disney Channel on, so I watched cartoons for about half an hour.

Eventually, the ER Doctor came in.  He said all my tests were clear.  No enzymes to show anything happened with my heart, blood pressure was normal, no infections or diseases were found in my blood, nothing out of the ordinary.  Okay, so what happened?   The ER Doctor asked where the most pain was and started to push on the area.  It hurt, so I said oww!  He smiled and said it wasn’t a heart attack, it was just separation of the cartilage between the breastbone and the ribs.  It would take 6 to 8 weeks to heal.  No heavy lifting and try not to cough cause it could start everything all over again.  Cindy got back just as he was releasing me, with the instructions to see my Dr. within a week.

So, okay.  Cartilage separation.  I can live with that.  The next Thursday I went back to my Doctor.  He asked when I was released.  I told him Thursday.   He said no, not when I was admitted, when was I released.  I said Thursday.  I told him everything the ER Doctor told me and I have to say, I have never seen my Doctor get so mad so fast, ever.  So he sent me to a cardiologist who looked everything over and said that while he didn’t see any signs of a heart attack, and that my heart looked good and sounded fine and that my lungs, all things considered, were good, he wanted to take a better look.  So, Next Thursday, Aug. 13, I, and my driver Cindy, leave here at 5 in the morning and go to Memorial Hospital in Colorado Springs for a cardiac CT.  Once again, I get my blood filled with all sorts of chemicals so the Techs and the Doctor can watch my circulatory system work.  Oh joy.

Bananas are good.

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According to my Doctor, my heart problem is two fold.  Mostly, I have a potassium deficiency.  Easily fixed by eating more foods with potassium in them,  Bananas come to mind first, then peanut butter then mushrooms, I have a list.  The other problem is not so easily fixed and brings up possible actions that go against the way I handle certain things.  The cardiologist made a passing remark about stress.  That this time of year can bring lots of stress into a person’s life.  My life brings a lot of stress into my life.  Since coming home, I’ve had two “episodes” and after examining them, I have come to the conclusion that they involve one person.  Here’s the problem, she can’t help herself.  She has, at the very least, Senile Dementia and that makes her difficult to deal with.  And as I have been asked to keep an eye on her, as part of my job, I have to deal with her – a lot.  I realize the dementia is not her fault and she can’t really control her situation, but when she has bad days, which are becoming more frequent, everyone suffers.  She volunteers at the Senior Center as the “money taker” for the lunch meal.  Except it takes her 5 to 10 minutes to make $2 change out of a $5 bill.  Half the time she can’t remember who has signed in and who hasn’t, and she has started mistaking women for men.  And when she has a bad day, she gets loud, and hateful.  The various people in charge of the lunch room and the lunch preparation have talked to her family, but they keep saying she has to keep her job.  The nasty part of me, especially after dealing with her after a bad day and having heart issues, the catty part of me, thinks its because they don’t want to deal with her for those two hours twice a week.  That’s so very unworthy of me, cause I know she has no control and may have an idea that something is wrong.

So, how do I tell her she needs to retire, or calm down or shut up cause she’s giving me heart flutters because I’m stressing because of her?  In truth, I can’t.  It appears no one can tell her.  So, how do I deal with her?  I can’t walk away cause she can’t really be trusted, which is so sad because, evidently, she used to be great at her job.  She’s been doing it for 15 years or so.  I can’t be rude to her.  So what do I do?  I guess there’s nothing I can do.  Here’s hoping I can figure a way to cope with her before I end up in the hospital again.  Oh dear.

On the whole, though, I am feeling so much better.  I am on a heart blocker, for the time being, and potassium supplements.  I’m going grocery shopping today to buy bananas and avocados and more peanut butter and spinach and mushrooms and tomatoes….