well sh*t
For anyone that doesn't know, I've spent the last three days in the hospital. As a patient as opposed to as a nurse. I was at work Thursday and I've been having an issue for about a week with shortness of breath--I thought I was *really* getting out of shape. But that night I was huffing and puffing after walking down the hall and I was next to the pulse ox so I measured my oxygen level: 83%. Not good, should be over 90%. My coworkers made me sit down and put portable oxygen on me. After I was back up to 92-93, I took off the oxygen to see if it was a fluke. No, my level dropped like a rock. Long story short, I had DH drive me to the ER an hour away because we live in the middle of nowhere and they admitted me with a shower of pulmonary embolisms i.e. blood clots in my lungs. A lot of them. Probably caused by the estrogen blocking drug tamoxifen that I have been taking since April to help forestall any occurrence of the breast cancer I had in January. I'm home on oxygen and will be OK.
Some days you just can't win.
Some days you just can't win.