So, an update.
My right lung is inflamed. Wah-oo... (can you feel the love?) the doctor seems to think from something I inhaled.
I asked him why the left one isn't also if that is the case... the answer? "Possibly because your left lung is more efficient at coughing". hmmmm that makes some sense at least.
He seems to be of the opinion that my lung is inflamed due to something environmental, and that it hasn't been able to heal up properly, therefore the repeat episodes of coughing up blood. So to help it be able to heal up right he has put me on Steroids.... (ROID RAGE!!!!!)... well, actually an inhaler with steroids in it, for 8 weeks.
Hopefully that will be the end of that. Tada!
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Friday, September 3, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Today and a Linky
Okay, so I went in for the Bronchoscopy and there is good news and bad news.
Good News: They didn't find anything.
Bad News: They didn't find anything.
Well, at least I knew I'm not dying. I have an appointment with the doctor on the 2nd to go over stuff, more updates then. I hope he is able to answer some questions, because I would like to know "what now" for the next time I start coughing up blood... I really don't want to have to go through all that again.
On to another topic... my favorite! :) Here is an awesome post about one women's experience with how women are viewed from different cultures. I think it puts things into a good perspective.
Enjoy!
Good News: They didn't find anything.
Bad News: They didn't find anything.
Well, at least I knew I'm not dying. I have an appointment with the doctor on the 2nd to go over stuff, more updates then. I hope he is able to answer some questions, because I would like to know "what now" for the next time I start coughing up blood... I really don't want to have to go through all that again.
On to another topic... my favorite! :) Here is an awesome post about one women's experience with how women are viewed from different cultures. I think it puts things into a good perspective.
Enjoy!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Sooooo
I went to the ENT this morning. I was the first appointment of the day....
And I waited an hour before the guy actually came in, THEN he took a call on his cell phone within a minute of coming in and walked right back out the door. With anyone else I would have said something... but obviously I want this guy to do something for me, so I don't really want to piss him off. I understand if he was on call at the hospital and was that late, but from what I have heard he is always late (along with many of the professionals in his field).
Why is it that doctors seem to think you should value their time, but when it comes to it being the other way around... Nope, you're not important enough, even though you pay the bills.
Here are my solutions:
Phone issue: When you are on call at the hospital, make sure they text you. That way you can glance at your phone, get the message, finish up with your patient and be on your way.
Tardiness: As far as being routinely an hour or more late... if you want to start your day later, THEN DO IT, but don't make appointments for times that you aren't willing to be there. If you have to, then make sure your family knows to get you out the door on time. If you are over 15 minutes late I say the office should give out $15 Wal-Mart gift certificate for every 15 minutes they are late.... ei an hour would equal $60 in goods and the insurance wouldn't be the one benefiting, it would be the customer for their wasted time.
Anyhow, he stuck an obnoxious little wire thingy up my nose (it was a scope) and then down to my voice box. I almost gagged. Yay for prodding of the orifices. They didn't find anything except that it looked like I have a little reflux and inflammation... nothing that would cause me to cough up blood.
So they scheduled a bronchoscopy (where they stick the evil wire down in your lungs and look around) for the 24th. Basically they want to rule out the big nasties (aka cancer) first... even if it does seem unlikely.
So now I'm on an antibiotic, and anti-inflammation, and reflux meds.
And we wonder why the pharmaceutical companies have so much power in our government! Gafah!
And I waited an hour before the guy actually came in, THEN he took a call on his cell phone within a minute of coming in and walked right back out the door. With anyone else I would have said something... but obviously I want this guy to do something for me, so I don't really want to piss him off. I understand if he was on call at the hospital and was that late, but from what I have heard he is always late (along with many of the professionals in his field).
Why is it that doctors seem to think you should value their time, but when it comes to it being the other way around... Nope, you're not important enough, even though you pay the bills.
Here are my solutions:
Phone issue: When you are on call at the hospital, make sure they text you. That way you can glance at your phone, get the message, finish up with your patient and be on your way.
Tardiness: As far as being routinely an hour or more late... if you want to start your day later, THEN DO IT, but don't make appointments for times that you aren't willing to be there. If you have to, then make sure your family knows to get you out the door on time. If you are over 15 minutes late I say the office should give out $15 Wal-Mart gift certificate for every 15 minutes they are late.... ei an hour would equal $60 in goods and the insurance wouldn't be the one benefiting, it would be the customer for their wasted time.
Anyhow, he stuck an obnoxious little wire thingy up my nose (it was a scope) and then down to my voice box. I almost gagged. Yay for prodding of the orifices. They didn't find anything except that it looked like I have a little reflux and inflammation... nothing that would cause me to cough up blood.
So they scheduled a bronchoscopy (where they stick the evil wire down in your lungs and look around) for the 24th. Basically they want to rule out the big nasties (aka cancer) first... even if it does seem unlikely.
So now I'm on an antibiotic, and anti-inflammation, and reflux meds.
And we wonder why the pharmaceutical companies have so much power in our government! Gafah!
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
They Called.
Well, I have the start of pneumonia (or some other infection) and they still don't know what is causing it so I'm being referred to an Ear Nose and Throat Doctor. They are putting me on antibiotics until I can get in with him.
*crickets*
Still haven't heard what the MRI results are. Which I guess is good.... it means I'm not going to die within the next 24 hours, but it's bad in that we still don't know what is going on and I want them to call me back dangit so that we can schedule whatever else needs to be done to figure this crap out.
Grrrr.
Maybe I could offer to work for them once a week or so, just calling people back who have "normal" test results. hmmmm
Grrrr.
Maybe I could offer to work for them once a week or so, just calling people back who have "normal" test results. hmmmm
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Sorry.
Last week I didn't post as ALL. I had intended to, but first off, I didn't have much to say on Monday and didn't feel like anyone (myself included) would appreciate it if I just posted some random crap that no one (myself included) really cared about :)
Turbo turned 3 last Wednesday. He enjoyed the cake I made him and tried to hide in embarrassment with everyone sang "Happy Birthday" to him... and of course he made out like a bandit as far as gifts. The kid loves anything reptilian... what can I say?
He loves everything he got... and I'm glad I was able to be there.
Earlier that day I had started coughing up blood. Scary. But at least not as scary as it could have been. In February I had had a small experience with coughing up blood that only lasted a couple of minutes. But because it unnerved me so much I went the to doctor who had an X-ray and a D timer done, which came out normal. I had figured it was a fluke.... since sometimes weird things happen that can't be explained. They told me to call if it happened again. Which it didn't, until Wednesday.
So because I didn't die last time I figured I would be okay until I could get into the doctor this time.
Thursday morning I went into the doctor who was concerned. She said that other than coughing up blood (which I was still doing) I had no symptoms, which was odd. And because she doesn't like unexplained things and she tends to be proactive she ordered an MRI for Monday. She also gave me permission to still go to Utah on Friday night... so I did.
Anyhow, we will see what all happens come Monday.
Turbo turned 3 last Wednesday. He enjoyed the cake I made him and tried to hide in embarrassment with everyone sang "Happy Birthday" to him... and of course he made out like a bandit as far as gifts. The kid loves anything reptilian... what can I say?
He loves everything he got... and I'm glad I was able to be there.
Earlier that day I had started coughing up blood. Scary. But at least not as scary as it could have been. In February I had had a small experience with coughing up blood that only lasted a couple of minutes. But because it unnerved me so much I went the to doctor who had an X-ray and a D timer done, which came out normal. I had figured it was a fluke.... since sometimes weird things happen that can't be explained. They told me to call if it happened again. Which it didn't, until Wednesday.
So because I didn't die last time I figured I would be okay until I could get into the doctor this time.
Thursday morning I went into the doctor who was concerned. She said that other than coughing up blood (which I was still doing) I had no symptoms, which was odd. And because she doesn't like unexplained things and she tends to be proactive she ordered an MRI for Monday. She also gave me permission to still go to Utah on Friday night... so I did.
Anyhow, we will see what all happens come Monday.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
And the verdict is......
Insulin Resistant.
This is part of the reason I was getting poked a while ago. I went to my doctor cause I was worried about recent weight gain (almost 20 lbs since January) and the fact that thyroid issues run in my family.
So the doc decided to do a full physical. Blood work and all. Now, mind you, I have NEVER had a full physical that I can remember. Even my yearly "Girl" exams never included blood work, so this was interesting to me and I was glad it was being done, because I WANT to know about my health while things are still preventable.
I picked up the lab results the same day I had the blood work done and by looking over them myself I could tell things weren't right. Heck, even a ten year old knows when things are marked with HUGE letters that they aren't good. "High" is not good in math... need I say more? But it took me till today to know if my thyroid was okay.
The doctor gave me the option of meds or diet and exercise. I'll take "Diet and Exercise" for 1000 Alex! I don't want to be on meds unless there is nothing I can do about it.
Since I got the lab results I knew that there was something up with my insulin, so I started looking into diets etc for insulin resistance and diabetics. I bought a book. And I went shopping for low carb food. Isn't it AMAZING how many carbs are in EVERYTHING?!? Holy crap, and try finding "low carb" anything outside of meat. I know that there is such as thing as low carb bread and low carb tortillas etc... but I can't find them in town. Loverly. No wonder people are so overweight in the United States. Everything we eat has added sugar and/or aspartame etc.
Sooooo over the next several weeks (8) I'll be doing a "carb detox" then slowly reintroducing complex carbohydrates... then finally a FEW of the rest. Apparently the first three days are supposed to be the roughest because I'll still crave carbs like mad... but at least in their place I can have other foods. And I'll be starting to up my activity level a little at a time... a half hour to start with.
This outcome to my visit with the doc was the red flag I needed to kick my butt into gear. I really don't want to end up with diabetes or have heart disease at a young age. I sincerely hope that this change in the way I eat and act will help fix everything. Tonight I will take my measurements so I know when I'm making progress (I'm not a big fan of measuring by weight, I feel that it is kinda backwards.... doesn't muscle weigh MORE than fat anyways?). In fact I may include them on here to help make it all "stick" better and possibly make me more set on success.
Wish me luck! I'm starting tomorrow.
This is part of the reason I was getting poked a while ago. I went to my doctor cause I was worried about recent weight gain (almost 20 lbs since January) and the fact that thyroid issues run in my family.
So the doc decided to do a full physical. Blood work and all. Now, mind you, I have NEVER had a full physical that I can remember. Even my yearly "Girl" exams never included blood work, so this was interesting to me and I was glad it was being done, because I WANT to know about my health while things are still preventable.
I picked up the lab results the same day I had the blood work done and by looking over them myself I could tell things weren't right. Heck, even a ten year old knows when things are marked with HUGE letters that they aren't good. "High" is not good in math... need I say more? But it took me till today to know if my thyroid was okay.
The doctor gave me the option of meds or diet and exercise. I'll take "Diet and Exercise" for 1000 Alex! I don't want to be on meds unless there is nothing I can do about it.
Since I got the lab results I knew that there was something up with my insulin, so I started looking into diets etc for insulin resistance and diabetics. I bought a book. And I went shopping for low carb food. Isn't it AMAZING how many carbs are in EVERYTHING?!? Holy crap, and try finding "low carb" anything outside of meat. I know that there is such as thing as low carb bread and low carb tortillas etc... but I can't find them in town. Loverly. No wonder people are so overweight in the United States. Everything we eat has added sugar and/or aspartame etc.
Sooooo over the next several weeks (8) I'll be doing a "carb detox" then slowly reintroducing complex carbohydrates... then finally a FEW of the rest. Apparently the first three days are supposed to be the roughest because I'll still crave carbs like mad... but at least in their place I can have other foods. And I'll be starting to up my activity level a little at a time... a half hour to start with.
This outcome to my visit with the doc was the red flag I needed to kick my butt into gear. I really don't want to end up with diabetes or have heart disease at a young age. I sincerely hope that this change in the way I eat and act will help fix everything. Tonight I will take my measurements so I know when I'm making progress (I'm not a big fan of measuring by weight, I feel that it is kinda backwards.... doesn't muscle weigh MORE than fat anyways?). In fact I may include them on here to help make it all "stick" better and possibly make me more set on success.
Wish me luck! I'm starting tomorrow.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Getting Poked.
I don't like getting poked.
Now, don't get me wrong I don't mind someone poking me to get my attention etc (as long as it's not a hard poke... those hurt!), but getting poked with a needle is not my idea of a good time.
Then again, I don't know anyone who thinks that getting poked is a fun thing that you would want to do on a daily basis. When I talk about me not liking to get poked, I don't mean mild dislike. I mean freak out dislike. I have to make sure I don't see the needle going in or there is a possibility I could hyperventilate. And that is just joy of all joys I tell you. funfun.
To avoid that, I avoid needles whenever possible :) But when all else fails I count ceiling tiles. Cause I have never been in a place that pokes you that doesn't have ceiling tiles.
Today, my doctor decided I needed to get poked.... so into the lab I went.
As I'm waiting for them to stab me, the tech is looking at my arm... prodding it and whatnot.. and asks "where are they usually able to get them to work?". Not a question most people get asked. On top of the fact that I abhor needles is the fact that I have deep veins... and not just deep, but rolly too. Maybe that is where I get my fear? The fact that many techs in training have attempted to move the needles while they were STILL IN MY ARM? Very likely.
I ended up getting stabbed, not once (like it was supposed to be) but FOUR TIMES. By three different techs. Elbow, elbow, wrist, elbow.... no kidding.
UGH.
So what are your nutso fears?
Now, don't get me wrong I don't mind someone poking me to get my attention etc (as long as it's not a hard poke... those hurt!), but getting poked with a needle is not my idea of a good time.
Then again, I don't know anyone who thinks that getting poked is a fun thing that you would want to do on a daily basis. When I talk about me not liking to get poked, I don't mean mild dislike. I mean freak out dislike. I have to make sure I don't see the needle going in or there is a possibility I could hyperventilate. And that is just joy of all joys I tell you. funfun.
To avoid that, I avoid needles whenever possible :) But when all else fails I count ceiling tiles. Cause I have never been in a place that pokes you that doesn't have ceiling tiles.
Today, my doctor decided I needed to get poked.... so into the lab I went.
As I'm waiting for them to stab me, the tech is looking at my arm... prodding it and whatnot.. and asks "where are they usually able to get them to work?". Not a question most people get asked. On top of the fact that I abhor needles is the fact that I have deep veins... and not just deep, but rolly too. Maybe that is where I get my fear? The fact that many techs in training have attempted to move the needles while they were STILL IN MY ARM? Very likely.
I ended up getting stabbed, not once (like it was supposed to be) but FOUR TIMES. By three different techs. Elbow, elbow, wrist, elbow.... no kidding.
UGH.
So what are your nutso fears?
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
We're baaaack!
Hihi,
We have returned! Must be a curse ... I know! But much to your chagrin I'm sure we made it home safely. :o) Just kidding OF COURSE!!!
Anywhys...
We had fun in good ol' Utaho. We took the kids to a great children's museum there, went to a planetarium, took them to temple square on Sunday, and went to a dinosaur park. Needless to say we pretty much turned the whole doctors trip into a family vacation!
So this morning before we came home we went to the doctor. A behavioral specialist.
I was concerned because G has to be told to do things about 3 times before he ever moves to do them, he has a hard time concentrating when there is any background noise, and he can't seam to follow sequences aka "Go get your socks, then put on your shoes, and after that go get your coat on." He gets his socks and looses track of what he is doing. there are other things as well but that is the main part. Anyways. After the doctors played some games with him and had him answer some questions he basically said he isn't ruling anything out at this point as far as A.D.D. or other things but that with the lack of family history in the A.D.D. department he hesitated to say it was that.
What he did say was that he needs a hearing test (not a big surprise) to make sure he hasn't got any issues hearing high frequencies. Basically G is really intelligent for his age (tests at the level of a 6 year old) but his language skills are lacking (He tests at the 4 year old level where he is very nearly 5 years old). The doctor thinks that this may be the reason for the issues G is having with everything from following instructions to potty training issues (which Dr. said was closely related to language skills). He sent home some questionnaires for Jer and I to fill out and for G's teacher to fill out, he is also sending stuff to our pediatrician here in IF. he did say he wasn't overly concerned about G at this point but that we need to keep tabs on the situation and make sure that if it continues or gets worse by the time he is in kindergarten then we may need to do more testing.
Anyways, I feel good about the doctors visit. he seamed competent and very personable and like he was being proactive as far as our concerns about our son go. Overall I liked him and was so glad he didn't just try to brush us off and tell us it was all in our heads. :)
I plan on posting some pictures of our trip tomorrow once we are settled again.
We have returned! Must be a curse ... I know! But much to your chagrin I'm sure we made it home safely. :o) Just kidding OF COURSE!!!
Anywhys...
We had fun in good ol' Utaho. We took the kids to a great children's museum there, went to a planetarium, took them to temple square on Sunday, and went to a dinosaur park. Needless to say we pretty much turned the whole doctors trip into a family vacation!
So this morning before we came home we went to the doctor. A behavioral specialist.
I was concerned because G has to be told to do things about 3 times before he ever moves to do them, he has a hard time concentrating when there is any background noise, and he can't seam to follow sequences aka "Go get your socks, then put on your shoes, and after that go get your coat on." He gets his socks and looses track of what he is doing. there are other things as well but that is the main part. Anyways. After the doctors played some games with him and had him answer some questions he basically said he isn't ruling anything out at this point as far as A.D.D. or other things but that with the lack of family history in the A.D.D. department he hesitated to say it was that.
What he did say was that he needs a hearing test (not a big surprise) to make sure he hasn't got any issues hearing high frequencies. Basically G is really intelligent for his age (tests at the level of a 6 year old) but his language skills are lacking (He tests at the 4 year old level where he is very nearly 5 years old). The doctor thinks that this may be the reason for the issues G is having with everything from following instructions to potty training issues (which Dr. said was closely related to language skills). He sent home some questionnaires for Jer and I to fill out and for G's teacher to fill out, he is also sending stuff to our pediatrician here in IF. he did say he wasn't overly concerned about G at this point but that we need to keep tabs on the situation and make sure that if it continues or gets worse by the time he is in kindergarten then we may need to do more testing.
Anyways, I feel good about the doctors visit. he seamed competent and very personable and like he was being proactive as far as our concerns about our son go. Overall I liked him and was so glad he didn't just try to brush us off and tell us it was all in our heads. :)
I plan on posting some pictures of our trip tomorrow once we are settled again.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Worries
I hate this time when my babies are between 4-7 months old. Not the babies themselves. They are wonderful. But because of my fear of them not getting enough to eat.
If you don't know we had a real scare with Gavin when he went to his 6 month "well baby" checkup at the pediatrician. He had lost a full 2 pounds and me being the naive and ignorant new mom that I was, I had thought that he was just getting longer/"taller". Well, after countless wonderfully fun medical tests (everything from a chest x-ray and MRI to blood work) on a 6 month old no real reason was really found... besides of course the fact that my milk may have come up short.
With Myranda I didn't even really try to nurse past 4 months old due to the fear that she would go hungry... after the first signs that my milk may be going out I instantly switched her to formula.
Well, with Liam I'm doing my best to do all I can to continue nursing... but I still have this nagging fear that I will be naive and stupid again and not realize what is going on until the poor kid has suffered.
So, instead of just loving the heck out of this age of my children, I spend the whole time with a nagging fear in the back of my head that something will go wrong and they will be hurt because I wasn't intelligent enough to see what was going on. And in my opinion this is the age that babies are the cutest DARN IT!!!
*sigh*
If you don't know we had a real scare with Gavin when he went to his 6 month "well baby" checkup at the pediatrician. He had lost a full 2 pounds and me being the naive and ignorant new mom that I was, I had thought that he was just getting longer/"taller". Well, after countless wonderfully fun medical tests (everything from a chest x-ray and MRI to blood work) on a 6 month old no real reason was really found... besides of course the fact that my milk may have come up short.
With Myranda I didn't even really try to nurse past 4 months old due to the fear that she would go hungry... after the first signs that my milk may be going out I instantly switched her to formula.
Well, with Liam I'm doing my best to do all I can to continue nursing... but I still have this nagging fear that I will be naive and stupid again and not realize what is going on until the poor kid has suffered.
So, instead of just loving the heck out of this age of my children, I spend the whole time with a nagging fear in the back of my head that something will go wrong and they will be hurt because I wasn't intelligent enough to see what was going on. And in my opinion this is the age that babies are the cutest DARN IT!!!
*sigh*
Hmmm. Maybe this is the reason behind my paranoia about my childrens safety... ie stairs/windowells
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