Migraine.
Bob saw a vascular surgeon this morning who explained everything.
His symptoms had nothing to do with carotid arteries. Carotid arteries do not cause pain. They do not cause blurred vision. They do cause loss of sight (not permanent), usually in one eye, opposite the side of the blockage. They do cause other stroke symptoms.
He has a 75% blockage of an artery on one side of his neck. It is nothing to worry about now. He will just need to have a yearly checkup.
For now, not to worry.
Apr 29, 2009
Apr 27, 2009
The Nightmare Goes On
To make a long story short and because it would be too complicated to tell anyway, I will just say I saw my new doctor this morning. For the third time.
I had a cat scan Friday morning and got the results today. Surprise! It's not healed!
The REAL surprise. I am back in the boot. For six more weeks.
To add insult to injury, he yanked the toe nail off the big toe on my bad foot. Is there any other foot?
I had never had anything like this done before. I was VERY nervous all morning thinking about what was coming. I ALMOST had a panic attack by the time I sat down in his office.
Now I know why.
Never, EVER again will I let someone do that to me. Three shots. Each worse than the last. The former bunion site was saved for the end. That one almost put me through the ceiling.
We stopped for lunch on the way home. Not because I was hungry but because I had the bright idea to take one of my left over pain pills from the surgery, thinking it would kick in about the time the shots wore off.
Something made me sick. Real sick. I even woke Bob. Can't really believe it was that pill as I took it for a week after surgery and never had this kind of reaction to it. It was a miserable 24 hrs. following the office visit.
Six more weeks in a boot!
I had a cat scan Friday morning and got the results today. Surprise! It's not healed!
The REAL surprise. I am back in the boot. For six more weeks.
To add insult to injury, he yanked the toe nail off the big toe on my bad foot. Is there any other foot?
I had never had anything like this done before. I was VERY nervous all morning thinking about what was coming. I ALMOST had a panic attack by the time I sat down in his office.
Now I know why.
Never, EVER again will I let someone do that to me. Three shots. Each worse than the last. The former bunion site was saved for the end. That one almost put me through the ceiling.
We stopped for lunch on the way home. Not because I was hungry but because I had the bright idea to take one of my left over pain pills from the surgery, thinking it would kick in about the time the shots wore off.
Something made me sick. Real sick. I even woke Bob. Can't really believe it was that pill as I took it for a week after surgery and never had this kind of reaction to it. It was a miserable 24 hrs. following the office visit.
Six more weeks in a boot!
Apr 18, 2009
Dig Me A Hole !
I went to therapy Friday morning as usual. Bob drove me. I had a question for one of the three women who work behind the counter, so Bob went ahead to sit down
After I had finished, I walked over to sit by Bob. In the process of sitting, I reached down, put my hand on Bob's thigh and gave him a gentle squeeze. Something I have done a hundred times in 42 years.
THEN
From across the room, a familiar voice. "Hey!" "What"re you doing?"
I looked across the room, and there sits Bob.
THEN
Seconds of complete bewilderment pass. My hand leaves thigh fast! My hand hits me in chest hard! I am having trouble breathing! My mind isn't helping me one damn bit.
I wish those damn women behind the counter would quit laughing! I can't think!
I sneak a peek. Oh my God! No prayer answered here. There aren't two Bobs!
I manage to get across the room and into a chair by Bob without fainting.
Those laughing women are REALLY getting on my nerves!
I say, "What the hell are you doing over here?" "You ALWAYS sit over there!"
I can't understand a darn word he says!
Now, he, those darn women, AND the patient across the room are laughing. I don't see what is so damn funny.
All kinds of thoughts are racing through my mind. I can't come up with a way to get out of here! Bob seems perfectly fine and doesn't need an emergency procedure at the moment, so that is not an option! If I just had a hole!
STOP the laughter! I can't think!
At this point, unknown thigh is taken to the south wing of the building. I will be taken to the north wing very soon and I think I won't have to "face" unknown thigh again.
Not to be.
Unknown thigh returns almost immediately. I have no choice. I muster what little dignity I have left and look up. Unknown thigh is watching me.
I do the right thing. I apologise. I explain my "honest" mistake. Same build, same shoes, same jeans, same color hooded sweatshirt, both have gray facial hair and both wearing caps. (God DID help me here. Mouth didn't say they had the same thighs.)
Will those women NEVER stop?
Unknown thigh responds by hiking his pants, sticking out his chest and saying,"No problem. Made my day"!
I hope those damn women have wet pants all day!
Ignoring unknown thighs actions and remarks, I graciously thanked him for accepting my apology, as I hadn't yet figured out how I would explain to my grand children why Grandma is a registered sex offender.
THERE! I hope those women choke!
My name was called, and I made my exit.
After I had finished, I walked over to sit by Bob. In the process of sitting, I reached down, put my hand on Bob's thigh and gave him a gentle squeeze. Something I have done a hundred times in 42 years.
THEN
From across the room, a familiar voice. "Hey!" "What"re you doing?"
I looked across the room, and there sits Bob.
THEN
Seconds of complete bewilderment pass. My hand leaves thigh fast! My hand hits me in chest hard! I am having trouble breathing! My mind isn't helping me one damn bit.
I wish those damn women behind the counter would quit laughing! I can't think!
I sneak a peek. Oh my God! No prayer answered here. There aren't two Bobs!
I manage to get across the room and into a chair by Bob without fainting.
Those laughing women are REALLY getting on my nerves!
I say, "What the hell are you doing over here?" "You ALWAYS sit over there!"
I can't understand a darn word he says!
Now, he, those darn women, AND the patient across the room are laughing. I don't see what is so damn funny.
All kinds of thoughts are racing through my mind. I can't come up with a way to get out of here! Bob seems perfectly fine and doesn't need an emergency procedure at the moment, so that is not an option! If I just had a hole!
STOP the laughter! I can't think!
At this point, unknown thigh is taken to the south wing of the building. I will be taken to the north wing very soon and I think I won't have to "face" unknown thigh again.
Not to be.
Unknown thigh returns almost immediately. I have no choice. I muster what little dignity I have left and look up. Unknown thigh is watching me.
I do the right thing. I apologise. I explain my "honest" mistake. Same build, same shoes, same jeans, same color hooded sweatshirt, both have gray facial hair and both wearing caps. (God DID help me here. Mouth didn't say they had the same thighs.)
Will those women NEVER stop?
Unknown thigh responds by hiking his pants, sticking out his chest and saying,"No problem. Made my day"!
I hope those damn women have wet pants all day!
Ignoring unknown thighs actions and remarks, I graciously thanked him for accepting my apology, as I hadn't yet figured out how I would explain to my grand children why Grandma is a registered sex offender.
THERE! I hope those women choke!
My name was called, and I made my exit.
Apr 16, 2009
The Sistine Chapel
I received this in an e-mail from Sherry today. It is just amazing.
You MUST look at it. Really, really look at it.
If you look closely at the bottom of the screen you will see 7 directional tabs.
First I went to full screen. Before you do this, remember, when you want to get out of full screen you will have to RIGHT click on it and go to exit full screen.
Then I started playing with it. I zoomed in so close I could actually see the cracks in the ceiling!
If you hold your cursor down on some of the arrows, it will take you on a panoramic tour. You can even feel like you are walking down the isle.
Hope you enjoy it as much as I have.
You MUST look at it. Really, really look at it.
If you look closely at the bottom of the screen you will see 7 directional tabs.
First I went to full screen. Before you do this, remember, when you want to get out of full screen you will have to RIGHT click on it and go to exit full screen.
Then I started playing with it. I zoomed in so close I could actually see the cracks in the ceiling!
If you hold your cursor down on some of the arrows, it will take you on a panoramic tour. You can even feel like you are walking down the isle.
Hope you enjoy it as much as I have.
Shame on Me
Pre-conceived notions.
The setting is "Britain's Got Talent". It is a Simon Cowl production which , for those of you who know his formats, should give you a clue as to what the show is like.
The next contestant is Susan Boyle. A 47 year old, middle aged, unemployed "dowdy" looking woman.
Simon interviews her and she says her dream is to be a professional singer and aspires to be like Elaine Paige, a world renowned British singer.
You see the reaction of the audience, the reaction of the judges and, if you are honest, you totally agree. This is going to be awful.
Then she starts to sing.
SHAME on me.
The setting is "Britain's Got Talent". It is a Simon Cowl production which , for those of you who know his formats, should give you a clue as to what the show is like.
The next contestant is Susan Boyle. A 47 year old, middle aged, unemployed "dowdy" looking woman.
Simon interviews her and she says her dream is to be a professional singer and aspires to be like Elaine Paige, a world renowned British singer.
You see the reaction of the audience, the reaction of the judges and, if you are honest, you totally agree. This is going to be awful.
Then she starts to sing.
SHAME on me.
Apr 15, 2009
Update on Update
Bob's doctor called today while we were out.
When Bob got to talk to his doctors nurse he found out he has an appointment on the 29th at the Nebr. Heart Hospital with a vascular surgeon.
He has stenosis. If you think I am going to explain it to you, you are so wrong. You have to get the technical details for yourself. This way I can't mis-quote anything.
I really dread walking into that place with him again.
Why do I feel another SIMPLE procedure in the near future?
When Bob got to talk to his doctors nurse he found out he has an appointment on the 29th at the Nebr. Heart Hospital with a vascular surgeon.
He has stenosis. If you think I am going to explain it to you, you are so wrong. You have to get the technical details for yourself. This way I can't mis-quote anything.
I really dread walking into that place with him again.
Why do I feel another SIMPLE procedure in the near future?
Apr 13, 2009
Update
Bob saw his doctor this morning and gave her what information he could. She tried to get him in for a doppler today but couldn't. Her diagnosis, TIA with headache and blurred vision. He will have it done in the morning.
Donata wondered what kind of doctor Bob saw Saturday. Kellie and I were wondering that too and then we REALLY wondered what kind of ambulance service we have around here.
Bob's room was right across the hall from the nurses station and we could hear everything that was going on. Kellie had a clear view of them, but my vision was blocked by the curtain. We heard an ambulance crew on their way in. They had a woman experiencing arm and jaw pain. The nurse asked if this was a cardiac alert. The crew member said, loud and clear, "this is not a cardiac alert". Kellie said the nurses looked at each other and rolled their eyes. I am no longer sure what constitutes a heart problem in women if those signs aren't clear enough.
Jerry once said, if you have to go to the hospital, don't do it on a weekend. He said the only ones working then are those that don't want to be there. I SO believe he is right! (For once.)
More tomorrow.
Donata wondered what kind of doctor Bob saw Saturday. Kellie and I were wondering that too and then we REALLY wondered what kind of ambulance service we have around here.
Bob's room was right across the hall from the nurses station and we could hear everything that was going on. Kellie had a clear view of them, but my vision was blocked by the curtain. We heard an ambulance crew on their way in. They had a woman experiencing arm and jaw pain. The nurse asked if this was a cardiac alert. The crew member said, loud and clear, "this is not a cardiac alert". Kellie said the nurses looked at each other and rolled their eyes. I am no longer sure what constitutes a heart problem in women if those signs aren't clear enough.
Jerry once said, if you have to go to the hospital, don't do it on a weekend. He said the only ones working then are those that don't want to be there. I SO believe he is right! (For once.)
More tomorrow.
Apr 12, 2009
A Trip To St. E'S
Saturday morning, sitting at the kitchen table in jammies, sipping coffee with hair going in all directions and Bob calmly tells me he has had blurred vision and a headache since last night.
I don't know if presentable even describes me but 15 minutes later we were out the door and headed for the emergency room.
As we walked in, me limping, the nurses hurried to get me a wheel chair. I said I wasn't the one needing a doctor. I needed to have my husband checked for a possible stroke. They left me standing and took Bob right away. After the paper work they took me back to him.
After bloods tests, a cat scan, an EKG, 2 tylenol and five hours, they let him go home. Diagnosis: Migraine. Neither Bob nor I agree with that.
I wasn't at all impressed with the doctor. By the time he finnally came in to see Bob, he wasn't even aware of how high Bob's blood pressure was when I brought him in. Didn't have the information where he could read it and as far as we know, never did go somewhere to check Bob's vitals.
We left feeling somewhat assured that he was ok, and promply went to Carlos O"kellys and had an outrageously unhealthy late lunch.
Later, feeling greatly releived and having had a good meal, I started in on Bob again. I told him in no uncertain terms was he to wait twelve hours and then off handedly tell me symtoms like that. These things I need to know ASAP! Leave the unimportant (diarrea kinda things) details for later. Not blurred vision with a headache! I threatened him with verbal AND physical abuse if he did it again ! Sorta felt like I was talking to one of my kids 35 years ago. I hope he listens better than they did.
It is 4 AM Easter Sunday morning and Bob seems ok. I know because I checked on him. He said he was fine and had been up twice to pee. Not the information I was after but his speech was good and he was laughing so I am not worried. It occured to me to check around the stool, but with guys that wouldn't neccessarily indicate a vision problem.
Bob's blood pressure cuff is on the kitchen table and he is checking it often. He is going to see his own doctor tomorrow and then I will feel better.
For now, don't worry. All seems well and any further symptoms will be handled immediately!
I don't know if presentable even describes me but 15 minutes later we were out the door and headed for the emergency room.
As we walked in, me limping, the nurses hurried to get me a wheel chair. I said I wasn't the one needing a doctor. I needed to have my husband checked for a possible stroke. They left me standing and took Bob right away. After the paper work they took me back to him.
After bloods tests, a cat scan, an EKG, 2 tylenol and five hours, they let him go home. Diagnosis: Migraine. Neither Bob nor I agree with that.
I wasn't at all impressed with the doctor. By the time he finnally came in to see Bob, he wasn't even aware of how high Bob's blood pressure was when I brought him in. Didn't have the information where he could read it and as far as we know, never did go somewhere to check Bob's vitals.
We left feeling somewhat assured that he was ok, and promply went to Carlos O"kellys and had an outrageously unhealthy late lunch.
Later, feeling greatly releived and having had a good meal, I started in on Bob again. I told him in no uncertain terms was he to wait twelve hours and then off handedly tell me symtoms like that. These things I need to know ASAP! Leave the unimportant (diarrea kinda things) details for later. Not blurred vision with a headache! I threatened him with verbal AND physical abuse if he did it again ! Sorta felt like I was talking to one of my kids 35 years ago. I hope he listens better than they did.
It is 4 AM Easter Sunday morning and Bob seems ok. I know because I checked on him. He said he was fine and had been up twice to pee. Not the information I was after but his speech was good and he was laughing so I am not worried. It occured to me to check around the stool, but with guys that wouldn't neccessarily indicate a vision problem.
Bob's blood pressure cuff is on the kitchen table and he is checking it often. He is going to see his own doctor tomorrow and then I will feel better.
For now, don't worry. All seems well and any further symptoms will be handled immediately!
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