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Life is Sucking
So, these past few weeks, I've just had medical stuff going on left and right. Some good, some bad, some neutral, and some that's scaring the shit out of me...
The first that happened was I went to see my neurologist. It was originally just to get a new prescription for my anti-convulsants. After talking for a little bit, we decided to cut my dose to half. Yay! So now, I'm only taking 150mg, which means I have to cut my pills in half now, but it's worth it. I go back in July to see how the new dose is working for me. But after 3 years with no seizures, I think I'll be just fine with the lower dose. However, later that afternoon, my doctor called mom, worried about my blood pressure. It was scary high while we were at the office, but we had written it off as the Monster I had on the way there (since the appointment was freakishly early). But because it was SO high, he said that if he had seen what it was while I was there, he would have admitted me to the ER right away to get it down (his office is across the parking lot from the childrens' hospital). So, as soon as mom got home from gramma's, she took me to the fire station to have my blood pressure taken again. It was still high, but lower. She then called the family primary care doctor, left a message, and they called me in new medicine for it that's working, but I can only take it at night and my normal meds in the morning because the new makes me sleepy as all crazy.
This past Tuesday, I went to see my pulmonologist. Good news: ............not really any. Bad news: I have a mass in my bottom right lung, and another mass on the left side (not in my lung, but I prefer not to say where exactly it is). Well, okay, the only good news is that it wasn't on my last x-ray/CT scan. He doesn't know what the left mass is, but it's not fatty tissue. So I have an ultrasound-guided needly biopsy scheduled for the Monday after next (the 7th of Feb). I have to go get bloodwork done this Monday, and then...I don't know what'll happen after the biopsy. I'm just scared. Mom says it's not a big ordeal, the procedure, but I'm just a wuss when it comes to hearing it and thinking about it. But hey...if I can be awake and conscious (although full of morphine and numbed in the general area) during a spinal tap, I think I can handle this. As long as I'm numbed and I don't watch/can't see what's going on.
I'm hoping that the masses are caused by something certain that I've told my mom about. It's a good theory, and if it isn't my Valley Fever causing them, and it is infection from something else, then...that actually is good. Because then we can go stright through to get my big work done with the ******* and then that will clear up the infection, as well as make my life better.
Earlier this week, my thumb started hurting like crazy. at first, I just couldn't rub it against anything. Well, to be exact, it was the crease opposite the knuckle. It got worse to the point that I couldn't bend it, and it started to swell up. The next night (Tuesday, I think) it was swollen more, and I couldn't straighten it. So Wednesday afternoon, mom took me to Urgent Care to have it checked. Turns out there's a tiny little bone in that area (like, smaller than a fish pin bone) and it was enflamed. How it happened, I don't know. Mom thinks I hurt myself carrying three two-liters in a plastic bag upstairs, I think I bent my thumb wrong in my sleep, gramma thinks I have brittle bones (so then I have to remind her that I didn't break, chip, or sprain anything), the doctor at Urgent Care thinks I was pushing remote buttons too hard or something. Whatever caused it, my thumb is feeling much better now (despite never getting my pain meds...thanks mom >< ).
Aside from that, I think I'm gonna start working out a little again. I'm getting a little squishy 'round the middle, hah. If I can just get rid of a little of my pudge (not like I have too much, but more than I care to have) before it gets too hot here (or by my birthday, mid-March), then I'll be happy. No more sucking it in so I can walk around in my swim suit this summer.
~CP
The first that happened was I went to see my neurologist. It was originally just to get a new prescription for my anti-convulsants. After talking for a little bit, we decided to cut my dose to half. Yay! So now, I'm only taking 150mg, which means I have to cut my pills in half now, but it's worth it. I go back in July to see how the new dose is working for me. But after 3 years with no seizures, I think I'll be just fine with the lower dose. However, later that afternoon, my doctor called mom, worried about my blood pressure. It was scary high while we were at the office, but we had written it off as the Monster I had on the way there (since the appointment was freakishly early). But because it was SO high, he said that if he had seen what it was while I was there, he would have admitted me to the ER right away to get it down (his office is across the parking lot from the childrens' hospital). So, as soon as mom got home from gramma's, she took me to the fire station to have my blood pressure taken again. It was still high, but lower. She then called the family primary care doctor, left a message, and they called me in new medicine for it that's working, but I can only take it at night and my normal meds in the morning because the new makes me sleepy as all crazy.
This past Tuesday, I went to see my pulmonologist. Good news: ............not really any. Bad news: I have a mass in my bottom right lung, and another mass on the left side (not in my lung, but I prefer not to say where exactly it is). Well, okay, the only good news is that it wasn't on my last x-ray/CT scan. He doesn't know what the left mass is, but it's not fatty tissue. So I have an ultrasound-guided needly biopsy scheduled for the Monday after next (the 7th of Feb). I have to go get bloodwork done this Monday, and then...I don't know what'll happen after the biopsy. I'm just scared. Mom says it's not a big ordeal, the procedure, but I'm just a wuss when it comes to hearing it and thinking about it. But hey...if I can be awake and conscious (although full of morphine and numbed in the general area) during a spinal tap, I think I can handle this. As long as I'm numbed and I don't watch/can't see what's going on.
I'm hoping that the masses are caused by something certain that I've told my mom about. It's a good theory, and if it isn't my Valley Fever causing them, and it is infection from something else, then...that actually is good. Because then we can go stright through to get my big work done with the ******* and then that will clear up the infection, as well as make my life better.
Earlier this week, my thumb started hurting like crazy. at first, I just couldn't rub it against anything. Well, to be exact, it was the crease opposite the knuckle. It got worse to the point that I couldn't bend it, and it started to swell up. The next night (Tuesday, I think) it was swollen more, and I couldn't straighten it. So Wednesday afternoon, mom took me to Urgent Care to have it checked. Turns out there's a tiny little bone in that area (like, smaller than a fish pin bone) and it was enflamed. How it happened, I don't know. Mom thinks I hurt myself carrying three two-liters in a plastic bag upstairs, I think I bent my thumb wrong in my sleep, gramma thinks I have brittle bones (so then I have to remind her that I didn't break, chip, or sprain anything), the doctor at Urgent Care thinks I was pushing remote buttons too hard or something. Whatever caused it, my thumb is feeling much better now (despite never getting my pain meds...thanks mom >< ).
Aside from that, I think I'm gonna start working out a little again. I'm getting a little squishy 'round the middle, hah. If I can just get rid of a little of my pudge (not like I have too much, but more than I care to have) before it gets too hot here (or by my birthday, mid-March), then I'll be happy. No more sucking it in so I can walk around in my swim suit this summer.
~CP