I'm Feeling Broken

So, Monday morning I had my appointment to have a biopsy done done one of the masses my biospy done. At 8 AM. I was awake at 4.30, with extremely low blood sugar (for me, at least), clocking in at a grand old 71. So, I was awake, I was starving (I wasn't allowed to eat after midnight, but I had stopped at 11.30), I was thirsty as hell (not allowed to drink anything more than barely enough water to get my meds down), I was cold, I was scared...I was overall grouchy.

We get to the hospital a little after 6, get me checked in, and head on up to out-patient. They take me back, have me change, and then they tell us...They're doing the biospies on BOTH masses. Um, what now? I was expecting to be there for about an hour or so total after they take me back, and then they tell mom that I would be back for at least an hour and a half, not counting recovery and whatnot. I was so tired that I didn't care, I just wanted to be sedated so I could go back to sleep.

Three. Hours. Later...

I'm in recovery, I see mom there, I'm thinking, "Okay, everything's good. Night night." And I'm crashed out again while we waited another TWO HOURS for my final x-ray to make sure nothing was wrong. So, I go had gone in for a procedure that would have had me out of there by, the latest, probably 10 AM, and end up getting nome at almost 4 PM.

At least mom bought me McDonalds on the way home. All I had told her was I was craving French fries, and she got me chicken nuggets (my fave thing from there) AND fries. Yum. Go mom!

I was SO SORE that afternoon and yesterday. They went it just below my shoulder blade to get a sample from my lower right lung. I can't really stretch my arm out now, I can't wear a normal bra (which is fine at night, but during the day it bothers me only having a looser sports bra on), not able to wear tank tops (which is MISERABLE while I'm inside, because my room gets REALLY warm at night), and it hurts trying to take deep breaths. And when I cough. Or sneeze. Or yawn. Or blow my nose. Or bend over.  They didn't even give a prescription for painkillers. I had to go and buy my own Tylenol last night. Sure, it was only 98 cents, but still. I could have gotten prescription painkillers for free. Oh well. At least I have something to help me.

On the not-so-serious medical side...My legs have been so swollen lately. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm taking my water pills, my blood pressure pills, my potassium pills, been drinking more water than soda, hardly using any salt on anything, laying with my legs propped up so they'll be higher than my heart...Nothing's working. Anybody have any suggestions on what I can do? I'm ready to take double water pills (which are already twice the strength of my mom's...), even if it does mean having to pee every hour or so...lol.

And of course I've been stuffed up for the past week or so. I don't know what it is, but I'm betting it has something to do with all the stuff in the carpet right now. When I'm outside or somewhere other than home, I can breathe pretty okay. But at home, I clog up real fast. I think we just need to dust and vacuum desperately.

Here's hoping I get over all this crap soon...

~CP