Oh what fun it is around here! I was back in the hospital last week, but only for 2 days. Water in my lungs again because of a stupid cold, plus just an over abundance of water in my body. Stupid kidneys, stupid water...especially stupid kidneys! Ah well, life goes on. I do however have my bag packed to go back to the hospital as my creatnine levels (protein in my pee, I think) are outrageous and I just escaped dialysis by the skin of my teeth last week, however, creatnine steadily going up, so just waiting for the results of a blood test I took today.
Holly will soon be tested to see if she will be able to give me one of her kidneys. At first, I was dead set against it, but have been reassured 100 times that she is at a very low risk for diabetes, so, although I'm not totally convinced quite yet, It won't hurt to see if we're a match.
But we must remember, we are dealing with a 'Holly' here. Ever since this discussion has been on the table, she uses it to her advantage. 'Mom, your kidney feels like scrambled eggs, could you make them like only you can?' O.K. she may have me over a barrel now, but once it's been determined that we are a match, she had better get out the frying pan, because I've been on youtube and have a pretty good idea how to remove a kidney. I may do it myself. Surprise Holly! All I need is...um..vice-grips, an anvil and a bazooka. Oh no, sorry...that's knitting.
Anyhoo, I am really sorry my posts are so health oriented as really, I don't have anything else going on right now that doesn't include clowns, pasteurized milk and rubber sheets my kidneys.
I absolutely love that strikethrough feature we have on blogger and my New Year's resolution (Tory-come-lately!) is to use it at least once during each post.
I will try to post on a regular basis, but if I'm away, I am probably in the hospital getting my kidneys stapled to my bottom lip or something, and I will post in 7 years the minute I get home.
Take care!
Life has been crazy the last couple of days. Hubby and I were to go up to our 'love nest' yesterday, but he has had a fever the last few days. Yesterday, when he woke up we noticed his leg was red and inflamed. I should have been a Dr., I knew it was his cellulitis acting up again. Sent him to the clinic who sent him to the hospital for I.V. antibiotics. He picked me up on the way and I went with him to keep him company. OMG!!! I hate hospitals. It's the boredom I can't deal with, the waiting. And we all know how hot hospitals are, so I dressed appropriately in capri's and a T shirt. It was quite cool outside but I knew I'd be in the horribly hot hospital. I nearly froze to death!! This hospital had the air conditioning on full blast. I swear I saw a dog sled team go through emergency! Luckily I was able to keep myself amused by making snow balls and hitting the sick and the lame while they weren't looking! Nothing quite says welcome to Canada like a snow ball in the back of your turbin.Anyway, hubby gave me $20 and I hit the change machine. Then I hit the vending machines. Had about 10 drinks then spent 20 minutes looking for the bathroom. That wasted some time. Tried to read a magazine, but of course, I forgot my glasses. Could hardly see the magazine, never mind the print.Finally, they called hubby in and we were told to go into a room where there was already a woman in one of the beds. Hubby got into the second bed. The woman was eating lunch and it smelled really terrible. More waiting. I wanted to scream. Can't stand being bored. Finally, I just couldn't sit there anymore. Took the instruments off of the wall and starting looking into my hubby's eye's and ears. Yup, they were still there, in my professional opinion. After tiring of that, I began to rifle through all of the drawers and cupboards in the room. I remember at one point looking over at the woman in the other bed and she was sitting there looking aghast that I would do such a thing. 'C'mon live a little, Lady!' I thought. So, I continued my rifling. Oooh, rape kits! I looked at hubby and thought better of it. He's a sport, but let's not push it. Then I looked at the lady...maybe not. Finally, the Dr. came. He was the youngest Dr. I'd ever seen. As a matter of fact, he came in the room on a skateboard and kept his stethescope in his book bag. They hooked him up to the I.V. It was all said and done after half an hour and we were free.I called Holly to let her know what was going on. 'I have something for you.' I said. 'Ooh, is it food?' She sucks as an anorexic! 'No,' I said, 'better. Hospital/Michael Jackson masks for our trip to see your sister!' She was thrilled, which is kind of wierd. She has a fear of getting other people's germs. She said that when she's on the train, if anyone looks at her funny with her mask on, she'll tell them she's very ill and make them feel bad for thinking she's just strange, even though she is. This should be a fun trip.Anyway, hubby goes in for another I.V. today and that should set him right. Have a good weekend everyone.
