If I had it to do over again, I would have paid more attention in school. The things they were teaching would have come in handy at this age. For example, I never even knew my blood had gases. They tried to check my blood gases and I got embarrassed! Who knew? Terms are being thrown at me everyday and I am at a loss to understand. Julie asked me about my bun yesterday and I turned around to show her. Today Dr. Z told me that my bun was in line and I thought he was making a pass at me.
Over the past few years, I've learned that the human body is like a well oiled machine. When one thing is out of line, the rest of it has a hard time operating at maximum potential. When the heart has a rough time, your lungs won't operate the way they're supposed to and the kidneys require a certain amount oxygen to continue working. Once your kidneys stop, they never run the same afterwards. Similar to an automobile engine, when the timing is off, the car runs hot.
This was my most recent dilemma. I awoke last Saturday morning feeling dizzy. When you're a kidney patient, dizzy can mean your kidneys aren't working and your blood is getting polluted. When you're a heart patient, dizzy can mean your heart isn't pumping enough oxygen to your brain, similar to a stroke. You could just have Vertigo, an infection in the middle ear. I chose door number 3 and I got lucky, it was just Vertigo. Before I came to that conclusion, I first had to go to the cardiologist to get his okay, only to find out my potassium was ready to throw me into shock and eventually cardiac arrest. Fortunately I resolved that by calling the kidney specialist that put me onto the anecdote for high potassium and saved my life. Here's an interesting thought. What if my bout with Vertigo was God's way of alerting me to my high potassium, sending me to the doctor's for help. I take nothing for granted, and give God and Dr. Zaharia all of the credit. Dr. Zaharia called me today from his vacation in Park City, Utah to calm me and let me know that he was still on the job, even though he was officially on vacation. You can't find doctors like that anymore and I sincerely believe that he was sent by God to watch over me. How else would you explain it?
Three and a half years ago, I awakened in the middle of the night not feeling well. I went to the emergency room to be misdiagnosed by some ER doctor and handed off to another to completely screw up a stent that I was borderline for, poking a hole into the descending artery in my heart, causing me to require open heart surgery for another doctor to find an aneurysm that may have killed me? Coincidence or Davine Intervention, you decide...
Over the past few years, I've learned that the human body is like a well oiled machine. When one thing is out of line, the rest of it has a hard time operating at maximum potential. When the heart has a rough time, your lungs won't operate the way they're supposed to and the kidneys require a certain amount oxygen to continue working. Once your kidneys stop, they never run the same afterwards. Similar to an automobile engine, when the timing is off, the car runs hot.
This was my most recent dilemma. I awoke last Saturday morning feeling dizzy. When you're a kidney patient, dizzy can mean your kidneys aren't working and your blood is getting polluted. When you're a heart patient, dizzy can mean your heart isn't pumping enough oxygen to your brain, similar to a stroke. You could just have Vertigo, an infection in the middle ear. I chose door number 3 and I got lucky, it was just Vertigo. Before I came to that conclusion, I first had to go to the cardiologist to get his okay, only to find out my potassium was ready to throw me into shock and eventually cardiac arrest. Fortunately I resolved that by calling the kidney specialist that put me onto the anecdote for high potassium and saved my life. Here's an interesting thought. What if my bout with Vertigo was God's way of alerting me to my high potassium, sending me to the doctor's for help. I take nothing for granted, and give God and Dr. Zaharia all of the credit. Dr. Zaharia called me today from his vacation in Park City, Utah to calm me and let me know that he was still on the job, even though he was officially on vacation. You can't find doctors like that anymore and I sincerely believe that he was sent by God to watch over me. How else would you explain it?
Three and a half years ago, I awakened in the middle of the night not feeling well. I went to the emergency room to be misdiagnosed by some ER doctor and handed off to another to completely screw up a stent that I was borderline for, poking a hole into the descending artery in my heart, causing me to require open heart surgery for another doctor to find an aneurysm that may have killed me? Coincidence or Davine Intervention, you decide...
Mel
5/24/08
1 comment:
Now THAT was an AWESOME post, Mel!
:)
C.A.
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