Bart! What is this with the arterial fibrilation! Can I tell you something you asked in the comment -- Protonix. That is what I used for my hearty-attacky acid reflux. But you, my friend, you won't need that. You are officially in the thoughts and prayers of some Mighty Good Stuff down this way. We love you and Mamie and Hannah, and will do anything for you that you need. Maybe you are having withdrawal from Gus's chicken wings. Eh? But I forgot to tell you that I'm all psychic and stuff, and not only will you get better, but you will kick some major ass-ibrilation. Switch from beer to red wine. It made my heart rate so good at a resting state that in the hospital, they told me it was too healthy/too low. We love you, and remember, Hannah's birthday's coming up, and you are going to need your strength. Long live on, m' brother, cheers to your beautiful wife, and that absolute gem of a truck-driving daughter.
Number Two, Just to Update:
Had some problems this week -- got something on arms and legs I thought was called petechiae, but it wasn't -- it was serum sickness from coming off my steroids too fast. Long story that I won't get onto, and if I tell you the difference between a bad case of petechiae and the onslaught of serum sickness, you will never be able to look at a muffaletta with cotto salami again. Steroids are Ze Naughty Goddess what gives with one hand and takes with the other, but you know, I'd suck up a serum made outta horses to get over this aplastic anemia business. Wait. That's what I did already. Skip that part, and God willing, my bone marrow will bake me up a nice batch of platelets without doing that. Watch me burn, baby!
Latest stats:
Wednesday, checked-in with what I thought was grody petechiae and terrible, lumpy hand and feet cramps; platelet count was 36K so was sent home until Friday.
Friday, diagnosed with serum sickness instead of petechiae, platelets @ 17k.
Asked doctor, "What did I do?" He laughed at me and said, "I did that to you, I gave you the serum!" Trust me, I love him and a laugh from him means he'll heal me.
But not after he brought in the cutest doctor also following my case -- looks just like Noah Wiley from the tv show, "ER", and he looked at my new afflictions, wide-eyed, and said, "Ohhhh...so...how ya feelin'?" And I busted out laughing and shook my head. He put his hand on my head, and said, "No more heart pains though?" I said, "Heart pains? What heart pains?" ("Can I have your autograph?" Must be getting better, eh?) Honestly, they should've taken photos of this serum sickness skin outbreak because it is a learning hospital, and it's set everyone's eyes to a size 12 1/2 so far.
So, got my a big shot of steroids and after bag of platelets, transfused @ 68k (I'll take it), and increased oral steroids to fight serum sickness.
Sunday (today), went in for platelet count, and it was hanging at 48k! This is good news -- usually, my track record would have been a low 10-17k, but baby, eat your greens and folic acid with avocados -- and, most importantly, take a relaxant -- Valium, Zoloft, whatever you need -- and watch "Creature Comforts" by Nick Park.
Going back to doctor next Tuesday. Let's see what that count is then.
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i just love creature comforts! they really crack me up. glad to hear you're still fighting, and it sounds good on the platelet front. fingers and toes crossed for you!
Bushra, my girl, you must have a magic touch with the fingers and toes crossing, thank you! -- running off to clinic this morning and will update shortly after!
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