So today would be what I call the 11th day of the rest of my life. I suffered my pulmonary embolism attack on Thursday, April 21, 2011. I have decided that day was the worst and best day ever, for obvious reasons.
Amazingly, when I was in the hospital, none of my situation was actually being communicated to my Primary Care Physician. Whilst there, the thought did actually occur to me, but I figured that was just me being skeptical. She HAD to know I almost died, right? Apparently not.
I was required to get my blood drawn daily until my levels reached 2.0. The first day, as I waited to hear if I crossed the threshhold, no one called. No biggie, I would just proceed to take the pill and administer the shots to the stomach, and hope to hear from someone after TOMMORROW’S blood draw.
When I got to the lab, instead of being called right in, I was called to registration. It was then that I found out my lab results had gone to Dr. Durrani, but she didnt know why she was receiving them. To the lab, it appeared I misstated her as my PCP. “Apparently the hospital did not communicate with my doctor while I was hospitalized, which is why shes holding that information in her hand and wondering why shes receiving it.” They assured me that they would handle it from there, and apologized for the inconvenience. “Next time you come in, you just sign in. No registration. Easy peasy.” And that was the last I would see of the lab.
At my meeting with Dr. Durrani later that day, I was given orders to go to the Coumadin nurse. I had no idea this existed. A nurse, specifically devoted to monitoring and tracking patients on the blood thinner, would now be in charge of my case. I met with her today.
Karen explained that she would be seeing me weekly at first, and then less often depending how stable my blood levels are. Today, unlike the lab, I had my finger pricked. It wasn’t bad at all, but I had made it horrible in my head. When I first saw the little finger pricker, I decided I preferred the needle blood draw. I was just getting used to it, and now they change it on me??? I laughed to myself as I thought about it. I reminded myself how lucky I was to hear that I was at 2.0 today. Had I not been, I would be back later this week for more finger pricking. Fortunately, I dont have to come back until Monday, May 9. Yay me!
2.0 just barely puts me in the range, but it puts me in the range, nonetheless. I have decided that although there are many things that affect the potency of Coumadin, I am not going to drastically modify my routine of eating in any way. I admit, lately, after having been off from work, I have frequented fast food joints way more often than I ever would in one week, but, in general, I havent abandoned anything. As long as I am consistent, my nurse will prescribe a dosage that works for me and my lifestyle.
As for the bruising that comes and goes, I was assured that it would lessen. Of course, my second day on the stomach shots and upon rising out my hospital bed I see three black circles on my outer hip. No pain, just awful black circles. 9 days later, they are beginning to fade, but are still very obvious. I was hoping this would not continue to happen at randome intervals, so, it was a relief to hear that I would not be going around all summer looking as if I just got into the wrong end of a fight.
I was supposed to go back to work today…. Forgot to get a doctor’s note last week, so I had another day off. Once I arrived home from my appointment, I decided I really needed to take a nap. Honestly, I felt like I hadn’t slept in days. I am not really sure where that degree of tiredness came from. I decided I was just flat out tired. In addition, I decided this was my body’s way of taking time to repair itself.
Honestly, I am not at peace with my recovery. I do still have various tingles and aches and some sudden short bursts of discomfort. I dont want to rationalize any of it, but I also dont want to overreact. I underreacted during my attack and went 8 hours not seeking any help, not realizing what was happening to me and trying to avoid embarrassment of sirens lol. I figure if I am having any persistent pain, I will most certainly head to the ER. I havent had pain that i would consider consistent, but I have had pain that occurred in the same area. If it increases, it will not go undealt with.
Although I do not get to find out my Coumadin level for another week, I will most certainly post a few more times during the week. Feel free to drop a line and email me at: MizzOHIO@aol.com about your experiences, or with questions about mine.