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Feeling Awful

Jul 29, 2009 - 10 comments

Well, I woke up this morning about 1:30 and every inch of my body was screaming in pain - where my skin touched the mattress, where the covers laid on me, etc....... MY SKIN HURTS.........Even my shower hurt - well, the pressure of the water, while at the same time the heat felt good because I was freezing.......

Yep, I'm also cold - almost to the point of shivering, but then I get like a hot flash - which doesn't last very long - just a couple of minutes.  AND my heart rate is up....... Just walking (more like plodding) in from the parking lot caused me to be out of breath and my heart rate over 90 (that was almost 45 minutes ago and it's starting to come down now)........ I took an aleve just before I left home at 4:00 am, but so far it hasn't done any good - if I don't get some relief, I might have to take sick leave, but am wondering if that will do any good, since it hurts, no matter what position I'm in......... so would I be any better off at home???  And my usual hard boiled egg and 1/2 glass milk is not sitting too well, either........

The only advantage of going home is that IF I am getting the flu, which I doubt, I won't pass it to my 3 "office mates" - one guy's wife is about 7 months pregnant; our dept secretary (not an office mate) is under SO much stress that I don't think she has the resistance to fight anything...........Going home would be the courteous thing to do............

Injured Toe - Would be Funny, If It Wasn't So Painful

Jul 06, 2009 - 6 comments

When it heals, I can laugh about it.................

I had to go to Walmart yesterday to pick up a few things and while there, I got a 6 pack of protein drinks, which I keep on hand for a quick meal when I don't have time anything else.  We had several bags, each with a small amount in, with the protein drinks in a bag by themselves.  As we left the store, I had taken all of the bags from the cart, in one hand.None of the stuff was heavy, so hubby was just strolling along beside me.  As we were walking towards our truck, one of the bag handles was pinching my fingers, so I stopped briefly to switch some of the bags to the other hand.  

As I did this, the bag with the protein drinks (remember, this is a "6 pack") slid completely out of my hand and fell to the ground - uh, well, not quite - it *fell* to my big toe before hitting the ground.  The bad thing about this is that I have no nails on either of my big toes (removed many years ago due to being ingrown), so when this carton of drinks hit, it really got me.  Right away, I could see my toe turning red, but thought it was only going to bruise, so I picked up all the packages and we continued to walk on to the truck.  After a few steps, I felt something "squishy" in my flip flop, only to look down and see blood spurting from my toe.  With every step I took, another drop of blood spurted....

As we were quite a ways from our vehicle, I had to just stop and lean against a pole, while hubby took the packages to the truck and then drove back to pick me up.  Fortunately, we only live a short distance from Walmart, so it only took a few minutes to get home.  I rode with my foot on the dash because every time I put it down, blood would begin spurting.  

After we got home, hubby helped me get it cleaned up good, so we could assess the damage.  Apparently, that 6 pack of drinks hit just right because it split my toe all the way across from one side to the other and it went in at an angle so is fairly deep, but left the skin in kind of "flap".

We bandaged it good and I sat with my foot up for the rest of the afternoon and evening, but even at that, it was still seeping.  By this morning, though, it looked like it was going to be okay, so I showered and got ready for work as usual. I have one pair of shoes that is rather sloppy on my feet, so I put a fresh bandage on the toe, put on my sock and shoes and went my merry way.

Of course, when I got to work, I was limping a little, so my supervisor asked about it and I explained what had happened, but assured him that I thought I would be able to make it through the day......... Well, how wrong could I have been??

I went about my business as usual, and along about 9:00 (I start working at 5:00), it felt as if my toe were "wet", so I stopped and took off my shoe and sock.  Yep - as I was walking around doing my job, my toe was spurting and by then, the bandage was wet and would have been soaked through in a short while.  I decided that it was probably time to come home so I could get the bandage off and open it up the air in hopes that it would dry out some and stop oozing, so I did come home.  

As soon as I got home, I removed shoe, sock and bandage; poured some peroxide over the toe and just left it uncovered.  That was about 12:00.  I slept for a while, then fixed some lunch and I've since been surfing MH looking for something interesting going on.  

Just being uncovered for a few hours and keeping it up, has made a huge difference in the way my toe looks and it has stopped bleeding, though it's still "thumping" quite a bit.  I will leave it uncovered overnight and try again in the morning to go to work.  I will have to bandage it, though or I will risk getting sock lint, dirt, etc in the wound - I hope that doesn't make it worse again.  

I thank everyone who has seen my moods and sent notes.  It's so kind of you and your concern is very much appreciated.  Thank you.  

Okay - now you're free to giggle about how silly this all sounds....... I don't mind a bit.......

When Pets Leave Us Behind..

Jun 19, 2009 - 10 comments

I guess everyone can see my mood as SAD because we had to put our 20 yr old cocker spaniel to sleep this morning and it's a very sad day at our house.  

My husband got her from the animal shelter 13 yrs ago.  At that time, she was 7 years old and was due to be euthanized within a day or two because her previous people had passed away.  Her name was Heather and it only took her a few minutes to win our hearts and rule our heads.  She had such a cute dainty little face and when she'd **** her head and "smile" at us, we couldn't help but laugh at her and she usually got whatever she wanted.  After a day at the groomer - talk about struttin' her stuff............. Her hair was a bright brownish gold color but was actually getting gray in some places, especially around her face.

In 2006, we got another dog, beagle mix who was then 2 years old, named Francis (after the hurricane in 2004).  I never really cared for the name of Francis and HER previous owners had called her Franny.  Anyway, she's built like a tank and just not "feminine" enough to be EITHER Francis or Franny, so I took to calling her Frankie - suits her perfectly.  

Anyway, when we first brought Frankie home, Heather was a bit "miffed" - like she thought she would lose her "standing" in the family, but it didn't take long for her become "the boss"...... She made sure Frankie ALWAYS knew her place..  

A few years ago, Heather developed  arthritis in her hips pretty bad, so the vet had her on Rimadyl and she's been taking that for several years.  In addition to that, her teeth were bad and gave her a lot of pain.  She was deaf and her eye sight was deteriorating steadily.  Over the past few months, she had gotten so she wouldn't eat unless either my hubby or myself got down on the floor and "hand fed" her - literally....  She had recently developed a habit of pawing/digging/scratching at the floors, like she would if she were digging a hole in the dirt.  We never did figure out what THAT was about...

Recently, she had spent most of every night wandering around the house - keeping me awake, with her toenails clicking on the laminate floors and her heavy panting (which we learned today was caused from pain) when she came beside the bed to let me know she needed to go outside - IF she remembered that's what she was supposed to do.  She also had some alzheimers (sp?) going on -- we have a "doggie door" from the screen room to the dogs yard by the house and often she'd go out and just wander around looking up at the sky; poor thing had no idea where she was or what she was supposed to be doing.  Even with ALL that wrong with her, she still LOVED the daily walks around the "big yard".  That's when we put both dogs on leashes and walk them "away from home".  

Yesterday when hubby got home from work, she was chasing crickets in the screen room (which was a favorite past time for her) and shortly after when he leashed both dogs for their walk, she could hardly go at all.  Last night, my hubby spent most of the night awake holding and stroking her to keep her from the "digging activity" and she finally fell asleep.  This morning as he was getting ready for work, she had gone into the bathroom with him and found a spot that she was comfortable with, so that's where she stayed for well over an hour after he left for work.  

Later, when I got up and was on the computer (checking out MH) she laid at on the floor at my feet (more accurately ON my feet) and whenever I got up she'd follow me.  She was not interested in eating OR drinking anything.  Even when I went to the bathroom, she'd go with and lay at my feet.  When I took my shower, she crawled into the corner behind the toilet (very small space) and wouldn't come out.  

After going to work, my husband called home and asked what I thought about her.  I said that I had an appt for a hair cut this morning, but after I got done, I planned to get her in to see the vet.  

That's when he asked the question we had both been trying to avoid.  Even though we both loved her and shared her care, she was pretty much HIS dog, so I felt that HE should be the one to make that decision.  He decided to come on home from work and take her to the vet himself - she was still laying behind the toilet in the bathroom.  He had no appointment, but they got him right in.  

The vet looked Heather over and told him that she WAS in great pain.  Although there are meds we could give her for the pain and alzheimers, what would her quality of life be like?  The pain would never fully go away.  My husband and I had already discussed that it we kept her with us, we would be doing it for US not HER.  Meds would only have prolonged the inevitable and quite likely would not have made her very comfortable anyway.  She WAS, after all, just a few months away from 20 yrs old - and she'd lived a long, happy life.  

My husband made the only decision he could make and did what was best for her.  He said "Farewell".  

Losing a pet is SO much like losing a family member and we all handle our grief differently.  My husband is rather at loose ends right now, not quite knowing WHAT to do, but totally exhausted.  He's already shampooed the carpets and cleaned up the stains from the times Heather didn't make it outside - now what??  He's taken away the steps that he made and put beside the bed so she could climb up, since she was no longer able to jump up.  Her bed is sitting in the kitchen waiting for the cover to get washed and dried - then what will we do with it?  Frankie MIGHT use it, but most likely not because even she knows that was Heather's bed - Heather made sure of

I'm handling my grief by writing this journal.  We will always miss our pretty little "golden girl", but her spirit will always be with us.   I'm sure by now, she's young again and free of pain, chasing her beloved crickets once more.  

Rest in Peace, Heather.  

Tracker Discrepancy

Jun 15, 2009 - 0 comments

The units for Free T3 and Free T4 are pg/dL and ng/dL respectively rather than ng/dL and mcg/dL as listed on the tracker.  I don't know how to convert my #'s to match the units of the tracker.  

I'm also on generic levothyroxin which is not listed as a med.  

As of June 30, I am on 75 mcg generic levothyroxin + 5 mcg cytomel.