I Survived The Treadmill Test

I walked on the treadmill for 8 minutes yesterday.  That may not seem like much to you but for me, that’s pretty darn good. Especially when they keep making it go faster and taking your blood pressure, plus, they keep talking to you.  It’s like “Stop talking to me and let me concentrate.”

I also just got some really good medical news.  I’ve been approved to get my IGG Infusions/Injections (whatever) at HOME!  Yeah.  That means, I can stay home and watch t.v. in bed with my animals on the bed with me (as long as my cat leaves the I.V. alone.)  I hate the thought of kicking her out of the room, but I may have to since she is a bit curious.  The nurse is going to come to the house and it is 100% covered by insurance.  They said it is more cost-effective this way.  Wow!

I thought I would include a pic of my new work-out outfit which I love so much.  Yes, this will motivate me to work out more, as well.

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Jane Fonda..Eat Your Heart Out.

 

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Test Didn’t Happen

So, my Cardiologist want s me to take Treadmill Stress Test or Myoview..part of which is a Lexiscan. It’s a two-day test.  One day of which I am on the treadmill for a bit and I have an I.V. in my arm and they inject some stuff in me at the last minute of walking and the other part of the test is resting along with radiology pics.  I was told to take all my a.m. pills, but the first day I messed up and only took my anti-rejection so they did the resting portion first and told me to return on Friday to do the treadmill part.  They also said NO Caffeine whatsoever (my headache medicine has caffeine in it) or coffee, etc. 12 hours before the test.  So, here’s the thing.  I woke up on Friday, the day of the test with a splitting headache (Migraine) and could only take a Tylenol.  I took all my a.m. pills on an empty stomach.  I was dry heaving before I even left the house but I said a prayer and figured I would get through.  I was wrong.  The cardiologist girl said, “You can have caffeine before this test.”  By then, it was too late.  Turns out, the radiologist had given me the wrong information.  I had the I.V. in and I was ready but I took one look at the treadmill with my throbbing head and knew it was not going to happen.  Plus, my stomach was starting to churn along with my head.  So, they re-scheduled the test to Monday and unhooked me.

Originally, I thought I could drive home but then re-thought quickly and had them call my husband from work to come pick me up. (We got my car today).  By the time he showed up, I was vomiting.  After I got home and tried to eat and vomited again, I finally took a pill and slept…woke up..ate some more and slept some more until 5 p.m.  During the time I was awake, I called the dr. and made sure a cup of coffee would be okay Monday morning.  I also called Security at the hospital to let them know my car was there.

The hospital system is so messed up.  They really need to give patients (especially patients who have migraines) like me the right information when it comes to caffeine.

Back To School Story-#3

Mr. Rensk-6th Grade (No Celaniey-Girl, not even close to his name…switch the letters around and figure it out.  No true names on WP.)  Before I get into this one, you need to remember that this was in the 70’s.  Teachers were allowed to touch the students without fear of sexual harrassment all the time.  Teachers were actually trusted.  Teacher molestation was unheard of at those times.

Mr. Rensk was awesome.  He read stories to us and let us sit on his lap while he did so.  He picked different children in the class, not just one so he didn’t play favorites but he had a favorite thing to do with me.  I was the smallest child in the room, heck I was probably the smallest and thinnest child in the school due the metabolic disorder I was born with and being sick a lot.  Anyway, just for fun, Mr. Rensk would see me at at lunch and with the other students egging him on..he would literally pick me up and put me in the nearesst trash can feet first.  Usually, it was an empty trash can or maybe a few papers at the bottom..like before everyone threw the trash away..and he would only leave me there for a minute or so so everybody could laugh and have a good time.  I was way to short to get out by myself and it was always in good fun.  I will always remember Mr. Rensk with fondness.

I am trying to go by grade but memories are coming back prior so I am going backward a bit with one class I remember.  While I don’t remember the teachers name;  I do remember when I did a bad thing in class.  Now usually, I was a good girl and did the work the best I could but alway’s flunked the tests.  You said the word, “Test” and I would completely blank out and it never mattered how long I studied or what I had known..unless it was spelling because I’ve loved words.  Anyway, in this class..whatever year it was; the whole class planted flowers to learn about how they grew.  Everyone must have been at lunch or left or something because it was me and a boy there and the boy said he had a “magic potion” that would make the plants grow faster if we sprinkled it on them.  All the plants were lined up in the window with the buds or sprouts or whatever starting to show.  Well, What would you do?  Wouldn’t your classmates be excited if their plants grew quicker and they had you to thank for it?  You guessed it..I fell for it.  He gave me some white powder and both of us put it all over the plants.  Imagine my surprise coming into class the next day I think, to find a very, Angry, teacher  telling the class to thank me and whomever the boy was for killing all the plants by putting SALT on them.  Then, when she asked me why and I told her what he said, she asked me if I was stupid.  I remember that.  That’s the day I learned that salt will kill plants.

Just so you know, salt will kill snails too.  My mother taught me that one.

Primary Doctor Visit

I saw my Primary today and am going to do labs for him on Mon or Tues plus he is going to put in an Authorization for a CT-Scan before an Ultra-Sound with my symptoms. My husband said I can change Nephrologists now if I want to which may be a good idea since my Nephrologist seems to intimidate me and make me nervous.  I just cannot seem to vocalize everything I need to with him.

My Primary also suggested a medication for memory but my husband would rather I not take anything.  I really feel my memory is getting worse but he is concerned about side effects especially with all my other problems I am experiencing now.  I need to look up the side effects plus I would have to get CHOC’s approval anyway before making a decision.  He did leave it up to me so I will have to pray and think about this one.

 

A Gross Post

Today I had to do a Stool Sample to send off to the doctor.  It was so gross that afterward I had to open the window and air the bathroom out for a few and it got me to thinking:

I don’t know how the Hoarders do it.  You know the ones who have dirty diapers in the bathroom and feces all over the toilet and on the floors.  Do they become immune to the smell?  We know they aren’t the snooty, high-class people who think their shit don’t stink..lol.  At least now I know that after only five minutes or less of smelling my own body excrement and wanting to get away, I cannot possibly become a Hoarder.