What she said
Sorry it took so long for me to join this week, but I was sorta busy yesterday.
If the CIA is looking for a new[del] torture method[/del] enhanced interrogation technique, I have some thing to nominate: a transjugular liver biopsy under local anesthesia. No amount of fentanyl that they gave me blocked the hell I went through yesterday.
“BBBobbio, why under a local?” you ask. Good question. Seems that amongst all the things screwed up in my physiology, I am also hyperkalemic, which means I have too much potassium in my blood stream. That revelation yesterday was a surprise, because the transplant doc has known about it for 2 years but never said anything to me. The high potassium is at a level that is OK in everyday life, but it meant I could not have Versed, the gift of God Himself for twilight anesthesia. The combo of Versed and high potassium creates a risk if heart arrhythmias, and I like having my ticker behave normally, thankyewverrymuch.
I had a choice, go through with it under local, or reschedule and take some heavy duty diuretics to bring down my potassium. After talking to the transplant doc, who was of the opinion that Versed was OK but the final call on that was the radiologist’s, I opted to tough it out. My decision was based on my son’s October wedding, I have to hoard as much time off as possible to go, and rescheduling would have been problematic.
So, off I went to the fluoroscope room and was prepped. Got an armful of Fentanyl, but unfortunately, not enough to enjoy a head rush. I had to lay flat on my back with my head turned to the left the whole time, and was not supposed to move no matter what. Absolutely let them know if I felt pain.
In all honesty, 95+% of the time I felt nothing, or had a sensation of cramping in my right shoulder equivalent to an overdone workout, annoying but tolerable. It was at the end when they pulled the catheter out that they had to scrape me off the ceiling. The cramping was on the same level and similar in sensation to the gall bladder attacks that started this medical fiasco. I said ow a lot, flinched, and kicked my legs, but my head and shoulders stayed still while they wrapped up.
After we got home, I had a wave of nausea which was expected, and was the result of liver irritation, but that passed overnight. Today, I feel mostly OK, with some mild pain at my incision, and an ache in my abdomen, once more on par with muscle overuse.
To the secondary plot of yesterday’s tale, I made another batch of Amish Church cookies to take to the transplant coordinator’s office while we were at Georgetown. Several times, before the coordinators got their cookies, I looked the other way while some disappeared, and I was forced to promise the transplant office receptionist her own batch when I show up in another week or two for the followup. Sucks to be me… 
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What is it with the orthopedists in this county? I called one office twice, and it rang and rang and rang and rang… Not even an answering machine. The other office I called doesn’t have a local number, even tho they’re in Leonardtown, and none of the doctors there are affiliated with any local hospital. Not good.
So I guess I’ll be driving to Prince Fred to see the same practice that did FCD’s back. I like them fine, but it’s a long-ass drive from home, and an even longer drive from work. Dammit. They do have an office in Solomon’s - maybe I can get an appointment there. That would help.
Meanwhile, in addition to my arm and shoulder hurting, my neck hurts from having to hold it in an awkward position so my arm doesn’t hurt. Why am I falling apart all of a sudden??
And it looks like I’ve got to go to Prince Fred - so I’ve got an appointment tomorrow at 2:30. rah.
Mooooommm How did you injure it?
At irk and I am in a very foul mood for no reason at all. Grumble, boo, hiss.
And Blurf
**Butters **- believe it or not, I just slept on it! About a week ago, I woke up with an achy shoulder, and since then, the pain has affected my upper arm, lower arm, shoulder blade, and now my neck, because the only way to be pain-free is to hold my head down and to the right, which is very awkward. I’ve been taking ibuprofen, hoping it’d work itself out, but it’s been a week with zero improvement. Dammit!!!
Welcome to my world.
Contratulations, batboy!
I’m reasonably sure they are equal opportunity lifeshitters. Not because they want to fuck your life, just because fucking your life happens to be part of the way they make money. The fuckaditty is collateral damage.
Today after work I’m going to drive aaaaall the way home so I can sleep in My Own Bed and then tomorrow go see the Taxman. If everything goes as usual, the Taxman will need to return me about half of what he’s taken for last year. The withdrawals do not take into account the deductibles I have for being a human being, so come tax time I get money back (no interest, though).
I don’t expect it to get much better due to having become an employee again, as the area where my withdrawals are being done and the taxman I actually pay to have different deductibles (think working in a different state from the one where I’m a tax resident). But that is for next year. For now, gimme my tuppence!
Huzzah! My watch was found at the yoga studio, and my brux case was found on the end table in the living room. I’ve given up on the Fitbit.
FCM, at least you got an appointment within 24 hours. Maybe you just need a good massage. A medical massage! Get yer minds outta the gutter.
If only a massage is the answer… but I do think some PT will work wonders. We’ll see what the pro says!
Realtors today - in two hours. After they come, I get to vote. Yay - I’m sure there’s a reason California has primaries so late they are irrelevant. It’ll come to me.
Off to tidy. I had housecleaners coming yesterday, but they cancelled. So we’ll hope for sorta tidy. It’ll be dirty though. Sigh.
{{{Bobbio}}}
Major depressive crash, to the point of dripping tears while driving.
And DH, so far as I can tell, doesn’t give a [beep]. He’s whining about HIS problems, which he is making ZERO effort on, while I’m desperately trying to find a job so we can survive. Then he bitches at me about how he can’t cope with my emotional condition today.
Nettie hugs to you
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And more hugs to anyone else who could use one.
Tonight I go to get my hair cut. The appointment a couple of weeks ago got cancelled and I’m getting a little woofy.
(((((Nettie))))) and (((((Bobbio))))). (Can I haz cookies, too? Or a recipe?)
Beautiful warm sunny day, and the roads are better than anyone hoped - our rain event was more steady/all day than sudden deluge. (2.46 inches, according to the state extension service weather monitor a mile away. I just found the website, and am having fun with historic weather data. Because.) If you listen closely, you can hear the grass growing. Will try to cut it Thursday - after the danger of bogging down the tractor passes, but before we lose a kid or dog in the undergrowth.
I think I have to replant the kitchen garden - either the birds ate all of the seeds, or they washed away in a big downpour a few weeks ago. We may be eating the first melons in September at this rate! But the gardenias are blooming, and the front porch smells heavenly.
Have chicken thighs thawed for dinner. No clue what they will become yet. Maybe I’ll throw them on the grill and make cole slaw and stuff. Dunno.
Heading up the road in a few. My best friend has just “inherited” a bunch of goodies from long-term clients (She drives a taxi, and gets a lot of business from one of the local colleges. A bunch of “her girls” just graduated, and cleaned out apartments, and Sis brought home a whole truck load for The Boy to loot.) Vacuum, desk chairs, etc. So, woot! Mimi and Papa are buying a bedroom suite, and Ma and I have scrounged up kitchen goods and linens, and the apartment furnishing may be complete!
Happy Toosday!
I have a bad case of the grumpies.
Sari I have been a very foul mood all day. For no reason at all. Just aggravated with the world.
The recipe can be had, for the right price… 
Actions by TVCTPYouO, or the sound of the universe cocking the fuck with you gun?