13 posts tagged “medical”

Beech Forest in Spring

I wanted to go running before work this morning, but I woke up sicker than hell. The kind where you are doubled over in physical agony.

This medicine sucks.

I am considering not taking it tonight so that I feel good tomorrow.... but then... that would be bad wouldn't it?

I have noticed that if I wake up and just sit down and relax, I feel fine after about an hour. I could go running then, however I have to leave for work then. So my schedule of running on Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays still stands for now.

I know the kind of person that I am, if I plunge into something all Gung Ho then I will eventually burn out. I have to be patient with myself and tackle this as an entire life style change. Once I make this a habit I am going to be pretty good and happier.

Part of me wants to be sad and depressed but a greater part of me is staying upbeat and happy. Sure I am going through pain now, however I am looking forward.

Sabbath Bloody Sabbath

Black Sabbath

I have not said anything about my Uncle ... well... because there was nothing to say.
This is a huge problem.

There is a lady in the next room to my Uncle whom had an aneurysm a week ago and is now sitting up eating and talking to her family.

My Uncle stares at the ceiling... after the first week he stopped responding to the questions. He stopped trying to communicate with us.

The doctors are now taking him down from his medications. They want to be absolutely sure that a medicine is not causing him to be in this state.

Because... this is the point where they are assessing him and when they are done... in some undetermined amount of time... they will let us know if we should...

I am sorry... I cannot see straight through the massive amount of tears I am pouring now.

But what I am trying to say is that there might come a time now where we basically shut him down.

If those assholes at the first hospital had done something sooner, the pressure could have been off of his brain sooner... and he would have had a much better chance of existing in a cognitive state..  Instead... my Uncle laid in their parking garage for an undetermined amount of time.

However... right now... whatever is left inside of him... is not my Uncle. Is not the man I grew up with always and forever since day 1 in my life, who gave me my very first stuffed animal as a child, who showed me the wonders of movies and music and how to have a good time.

He introduced me to Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, Ozzy, Dio and Black Sabbath... he was the reason I was a metal head at a young age.

My Uncle was metal... he was a metal god.

Nothing new to report yesterday. Still the same.

What did I tell you?

My Uncle now is going through the Vasospasms.

Yeah, his condition is now "Guarded"

Oh and my wife and I cannot find where the potential water leak is in our house, she was just in the crawl space and it is VERY dry in there....

They are going to have to dig up our yard and rape me in the butt at $70/hour

Sorry kids... Christmas is canceled this year. The rest of our savings is going to pay for part of this.

FUCK .... everything.... just fuck it all.

Let's see...

• Pneumonia? Check
• Blood Clots all down the left side of his body including lungs? Check
• Back On Life Support? Check
• Knocked out tooth due to putting him back on life support? Check
• Contracted Aids somehow? Negative

Oh so he does not have Aids or Ebola yet... but I would not be surprised if that happens on Tuesday and Thursday respectively.

Could my uncle go through any more possible hell please?

My Uncle is now in surgery. He has a blood clot in his lung.

Wonderful eh?

They put him back on life support and they rescheduled his surgery.

I guess it was a nice try, but he suddenly could no longer breath on his own.

He was supposed to have surgery today and they asked for us to be here... I was at work, but I was the only one who could be here.

They did not do the tracheotomy.

Instead when I got here he was off of the life support, breathing on his own and he was furious with the nurses poking him.

He cannot really talk, he can say Yes, No and I guess so.

And he kept reaching for my hand. So I have been sitting by his side talk to him and holding his hand.

I have to run... I would write more at the moment but he is laughing... yes... laughing and he wants me near him.

Kool-Aid Man

My Uncle has his 2nd angiogram today. They will be taking him down there in the next half hour or so. I am glad that they are doing this. They were going to wait, but I suppose that since he became more lively yesterday they are ramping some things up.

Tomorrow morning he is on schedule to have the feeding tube put in, tracheotomy installed and his tires rotated and balanced.

That could happen as early as 7 am. So I am going to have to keep my phone close as I will be at work during this time.

Which means that yes his temperature did indeed go down and is once again normal. Plus the pressure inside his skull is at a very low number today.

I am looking at the bag of fluid on the back of the bed that is made up of the blood and fluid off of his brain. I cannot help but think it looks lilke cherry Kool-Aid.

I made that comment on day 1 here and I half expected the Kool-Aid man to burst through the wall and shout... "Oh YEAH!!!!"

(Ok this version of the video kind of sucks, but it was the only half decent one I could find. lol)

Crap... See how out of it I am?
It is day 8 folks... day 8... NOT day 7.

This goes to show you how out of our minds we are.