Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Deja Vu

Last Spring was a tale of Emergency Room sagas; I think everyone in our family except for Michael went at least once, some of us twice. I'm sure we made some one's Jaguar payment - maybe even two. This year I carried on the tradition all by myself.

I had this strange pain in my right leg for a couple of months, so finally went to N.Fulton and had it checked out (I was fearful of a blood clot). After an EXTREMELY painful exam, they concluded there was no clot and sent me home.

Less than 1 week later, on the day of Will's confirmation, I awoke with a strange chest pain that went all the way around my chest, like a large rubber band being pulled tighter and tighter. I was also nauseous, so reluctantly I stayed home and missed his confirmation. When Michael got back home, he took me to the ER at Crawford, and they said I had a "mild" heart attack, because some enzymes were elevated. (Later, the Cardiologist decided it wasn't really a heart attack). During the exam, I mentioned my right leg pain. They checked and found not one, but TWO blood clots. They put me on Lovanox shots 2x a day and Coumidin. The Lovanox was truely a pain. My insurance company took forever to approve it, and it left ghastly bruises all over my arms, legs, and tummy. The Coumidin is no big deal, except I have to go every week to get my blood checked. Then they adjust the Coumidin dosage according to how my blood test comes out. Dr. says I'll be on Coumidin for approx. 6 months.

Now, it's nearly time for our long awaited trip to Louisiana, and my heart Dr. hasn't released me to go. I went to the clinic yesterday and had my blood taken for the Coumidin test, and the nurse is supposed to call me today with the results and with the Dr.'s green light (I'm hoping!) to go on the trip.

During all of this, I was tagged with new labels, "Pulmonary Hypertension" and "Congestive Heart Failure". The second one is kind of weird, because it sounds so scary, and (to me) it seems that if you have "Heart Failure", you would be dead. Well, I'm not dead, but I am told I have "Heart Failure". Hmmm. I suggested to the nurse that they should call it something less ominous.

Anyway, this Spring I was in the ER or Inpatient 4 x so I guess we've made our Jaguar payment for the year. Maybe we're done for awhile - I can always hope. Wonder if we'll ever get the car that goes along with all these payments?