No, no, no. This same thing happened once somewhere back about 10/50/100/250 years ago. Therefore there is no climate change. Sheesh.
So, Tuesday my husband goes to the doctor. One of the things they discuss (after my husband has put it off for a while) is that he is having problems ‘rising to the occasion’ when we are having Happy Fun Times together. The doctor agrees that some pharmaceutical assistance could be warranted, and puts him on the Cialis daily treatment (as opposed to the ‘use it or lose it’ treatment).
Tuesday night he takes the first one of the pills. Within an hour or so, he starts having chest pain, shortness of breath, neck pain, etc. We agree that it is potentially related to the new medication, but it doesn’t go away, and in fact, gets worse, after resting for a while. Given he has a history of high blood pressure, we go to the heart hospital ER.
They look at him, wire him for sound, and his EKG is funky. His blood work (x2) comes back with his cardiac enzymes fine, but they decide to admit him for observation in order to run an echo and a stress test in the morning. He didn’t want to stay, but the ER nurse succeeded in freaking me out (and I should know better), so he did.
After a very short night, they run more blood work (still fine), do an echo, and do a chemical stress test. The stress test is fine; no blockages, good news. The echo shows a thickened ventricular heart wall. Guess what medication is expressly contraindicated with this condition? You guessed correctly - Cialis.
So, now he has a follow up appointment with a cardiologist, and is unable to take any of this particular class of drug. He is both pissed that he was right (that it was a medication reaction) and that he is back to square one with the Happy Fun Time situation.
I’m just glad he’s ok, but man, that’s not how I wanted to spend the last 24-36 hours.
Did they check with different cuffs, just in case one had gone wonky?
Impossible!
Reminds me of the time a local caregiver came in (to my husband) in a state of panic insisting that Something Must Be Done! Their client had gone in for a check of something or other and was found to have lost 30lbs. The following day said client returned to the clinic and it was discovered that the 30lbs had returned.(all duly noted on his chart) My husband’s suggestion that the scale may well have been wonky (and in light of no other symptoms) was not acceptable. Something Must Be Done! because a 30lb loss and gain of weight in 24 hours is Unacceptable and "Must be Treated. Now!
:rolleyes:
They took themselves off to a more sympathetic physician.
Not saying this applies to you Dr. Girlfriend. Sounds like you have other issues as well. Hope it gets solved to your satisfaction.
My BP used to be almost that low: 90-something over 60-something. Most memorable was a nurse who kept trying, and failing, to get my pulse to register on the BP reader cuff in the first place. Finally, he sat back, looked at me silently for a moment, and said solemnly, “You know, you have to be alive to be sitting there.”
We have been bucking up for a hard nasty winter. With the wet alternately cold and tropical summer, we figure that the winter will probably also be nasty.
I really don’t need this, my body hurts bad enough right now. Adding barometric change and cold damp environment to the mix will not make me a happy camper. 
This.
We went from alternating 50’s to 80-ish for a long period, then we plunged down into low-mid 40’s. This morning my co-worker asked what happened to Autumn that we went straight into Winter. I said “This is Autumn. Winter will be 20 below.”
Akin to my doctor saying “You’re remarkably healthy for someone so sick”. Thanks to the wonky kidneys, being overweight, and a smoker, I have high blood pressue. I’m on a routine of meds AND I’ve changed my diet, get more exercise, cut down on smoking. Last Dr’s visit it was 98/64. Now they say it’s bordering on too low. Make up my mind.
My whine o’ the day: I am craving beef stew. I have never made beef stew, TheKid won’t eat beef stew, and having a freezer full of beef stew sounds silly. Decided on my way back from today’s medical appointment, I would stop and buy a bowl. Panera? Nope. Byerlys? Nope. Even the mom and pop grocer near me didn’t have any. I knew I should have stopped by the Polish butcher shop restaurant. Their ghoulash is heavenly and it’s close to beef stew.
Dinty Moore. Made by the folks who brought you Spam and Hormel Chili.
I usually test that low at my workplace’s annual wellness screenings, plus about half of my doctor appointments. The nurse usually looks at me and asks if that’s common for me. I say yes, it gets recorded, no big deal.
In this case, that is not normal and should be looked at. And I’ll agree that draining lots of blood would seem to be counter-productive. 
Damn, **Kimballkid, **she’s already said that she’s got wonky kidneys and other problems. Are you trying to kill her? It’s not like Dinty Moore is even worth it.
Yeah. Our plant nurse has problems with that. I’ve got a really low BP and pulse, and the rest of the folks at our plant… don’t. When she takes my BP she always thinks I’m on the verge of passing out, and wants me to sit with my head between my knees “until I stop feeling dizzy”.
Um. I’m not dizzy. That expression? Is annoyed.
The one time she didn’t freak out, she recorded my pulse rate as in the teens. I used to be in the mid-20s regularly, but that – as the Dr. noted – is all-but-dead. (Dr. rechecked and it was 29.)
Try having a normal body temp of 94.6. Finally managed to get it documented at the base hospital, I got tired of showing up with what would be a dangerously high temp in a normal person to be told to go home and come back when it is over 100 …
[I was popped in for observation when I had a truly horrendous kidney infection, and over the course of 5 days it never got over 99, with bloodwork and imaging that scared my docs. They had not seen anybody hallucinate at 99 before.]
Heh, I had a nurse at work ask me if I was going to be OK, right before she gave me a flu shot. I said yes, and she said, “Because you’re awfully pale.”
:dubious:
I tend to buy foundation by choosing the shade that’s one above the absolute palest. That was me looking normal.
Through most of my teen years my normal was 97.4. Of course, I just checked it because I haven’t checked it when I’m feeling fine in many years. 96.5.
Goddamn it, washingtonpost.com, quit fucking around with your damn blogs! When you page down past a certain point there’s now a box (with the title of the blog’s next entry) that moves in from the right side of your screen and stays there. It’s got a close button on it, but when I move to the next page or reload the same one it comes back.
I’ve seen this on a bunch of other sites lately and it seems to be some kind of a fad. I don’t want things moving onto my screen unless I make them move there!
Noscript is no help in keeping that fucking thing from popping up either.
And why do they have to keep messing about with the fonts in the headlines too?
Dammit, why? Why can’t anybody just LEAVE THINGS BE?? What’s wrong with the way it was? What was wrong with it?? JESUS!
Fuck it, I just wrote a rant post and then tried to go "advanced’ and got an internal server error and it didn’t post.
forgive me… I’m a little drunk.
When I was younger, my BP was quite low. One nurse kept fussing with her equipment because obviously it was giving the wrong reading - couldn’t be that low! When I figured out what her problem was, I told her my resting BP always comes up as “dead”, at least until I have a cup of coffee!
It’s mine on a steady diet of lots of salt and as much caffeine as I can take without getting sick from it; my lowest recorded value is 60/40 and the German pharmacist who took it looked like she was ready to faint. The whole family has low BP on all sides, though - record holder is my paternal grandfather, who once clocked in at 10 over 5. That’s American scale, in other countries we’d call it 1 over half… his brother/doctor said “Ig, I have bad news.” “Oh yeah?” “You’re clinically dead” “Explains why I’ve been feeling like shit all day, then.”
This is right around my normal range, too.