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Thursday, September 10, 2015
I feel like I'm on the verge of a full blown panic attack. I haven't been this close to one in years. My chest is tight and I feel on the brink of hyperventilation despite trying to keep my breathing slow and even. I even called this past week after a particularly horrible trip to an asshole doctor seemed to set off PTSD-esq reactions in me. I can't stop thinking about that and dwelling and now I don't want to see any of my doctors because my anxiety sky rockets and this shit with Big Daddy's ex-job (long story). I'm done adulting. I can't. I'm about to break and I can't even get in to a counselor until sometime in October but I can't NOT say that I'm on the verge of freaking out and I can't just post this to my fb.
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I received an ARC for Autumn Thorns, due to be released on October 27, 2015 this past weekend.
Autumn Thorns is book one in Yasmine's newest Whisper Hollow series. It stars Kerris Fellwater, a spirit shaman whose family have been in charge of the dead/spirits for generations. Having read Yasmine's other series (repeatedly), I can confidently say that this series is looking to be yet another A+ series. Kerris is a smart, no-nonsense taking, STRONG character who lives in a very mystical town where the town itself seems to be alive and waiting. This world is a bit more dark and sinister than say, Otherworld and the Indigo Court series, but in a good way. Secrets abound in Whisper Hollow and things are not always as they appear. Truths stay hidden for years before being drug to the surface by the dead, rocking the lives of those still living, down to their very foundation. Who they are, or who they thought they were.
I'm currently RE-reading this book for the second time this week. The first time, I read in under 24 hours, staying up past 2 AM because I just could not wait to see what happened next. This time I'm reading it a bit more slowly so that I can savor the book. I can not wait until book 2 comes out next year so that I can once again immerse myself in the world of Whipser Hollows and see what else Kerris and her friends get into next! I strongly recommend this book to any and all readers of this genre, if you're a returning fan of Yasmine's as I am, I believe you will enjoy this book and I hope new fans enjoy it as well.
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Sunday, August 2, 2015
I'm guessing I kept all these updates bottled inside and everything just keeps building and building and now I'm word vomiting all over blogger. Every time I mean to update I'm just too tired to get log in and type it out. Which I really have no excuse considering it stays logged in on my phone and I'm pretty fast, but I'm faster on a computer, which I do not currently have. I get all psyched up to blog then fall flat. Especially if the idea comes at night because by then I'm all blah.
Anyway. Back to the issue at hand. My papaw is in the hospital. He had been falling quite a bit all of a sudden and that last fall, broke his hip. Again, major fiasco (seems all the hospitals are majorly dropping the ball). The first hospital in Rural City gave him morphine and eventually sent him an hour away to another slightly busy city in neighboring state. En route, his pain meds wear off and the EMTs refuse to give more stating that the hospital will when they get there (which I know they carry it, because they gave my daughter morphine (next blog post) in the ambulance. They get to the next hospital and the staff loses his info packet with his med list etc. They page the surgeon and deny him food/water because obvious but they won't/can't even give him pain meds until a doc signs off. For 2 hours an 82 year old war veteran begs for a cup of water (a total of 12 hours at this point with no fluids) or pain meds while staff claim to be paging the admitting surgeon. The charge nurse comes up with a single dose of morphine to last "until the doctor comes" that she had to "beg for" but still no fluids "because he's having surgery". The surgeon NEVER SHOWS so the call up a regular doctor to order meds and stuff and finally let him eat since it's obvious the surgeon won't show (so that's 4 hospitals locally that surgeons drop the ball here, my local hospital (teeth fiasco circa summer 2014 for SDiva), Rural Hospital #1 (from blog post pending for SDiva summer 2015 - she's trying to hasten my demise), Rural Hospital #2 - same city as #1 - for Papaw, this bigger city hospital (that's FOUR HOSPITALS within 2 hours of each other that dropped the ball). 1 cup of juice and dinner. Then NPO after midnight, for a possible surgery he's not on the books for since the surgeon never showed. And the surgeon whose name is on his chart "we don't have a surgeon here by that name". Um, it's on his chart. We didn't write it. So where did that name come from? Anyway, the next day, he's put on the books for 5 PM. So 24 hours with no fluid except 1 cup of juice, so far, and NPO after midnight, suddenly no morning surgery but since he IS having surgery (that evening) he must remain NPO. One meal and one cup of juice. For 36 hours. Not even fluids by IV. Goes to surgery for a 10 minute procedure, then spends 3 hours in recovery. The nurse has to be tracked down after surgery team sends family back to the orthopedic floor (from surgery waiting) and says he's groggy after the initial hour, so it'll be half an hour to an hour. Then for 2 hours they're waiting on transport. When he FINALLY gets to the floor, the nurse from recovery says the problem was not grogginess, that his oxygen was low and he wouldn't send him nor would a doctor sign off. So which nurse was telling the truth? The ones who didn't do anything right and had to be tracked down for updates? Or the other one. Then as soon as they hook him back up to everything, his blood pressure crashes (68/42 manual). I'm pretty sure I'M not even lucid that low and I'm USED to hypotension. They run blood, lactated ringers and sodium chloride. As soon as I get almost home (45 minutes) my mom texts me that they've called a code c (cardiac team) and that his heart rate is in the low 40s, they're pushing atropine and epinephrine and have the crash cart on stand by, and transfer him to CCU. On an oxygen mask. I drop Big Daddy and the kids off at midnight and head back and stay until 3:30. His sats are still off (the RT switches him to lower oxygen and a smaller mask) but they run blood work to see if he needs more blood and do a chest xray (clear), I head back home when his bp stabilizes. The next day he greatly improves. He is up, eating, talking, basically fine. Granted he's a sick old man, stage 3 kidney disease, hypertension, diabetes, etc but he was his normal self.
They move him BACK to the orthopedic floor, and within 4 hours he's transferred out because his oxygen is back in the mid 80s, he's disoriented, choking on food and combative. That is NOT how he was hours earlier. He was fine in CCU. Now they think he's had a possible stroke and may have pneumonia and a UTI. I know it's supposed to be normal but what the ever loving fuck man.
Once I finally got in to see my EP (took forever, had to wait BEYOND my originally scheduled appointment for my rescheduled one (as with all my reschedules there, it was because THEY had to reschedule, not me) to start on the recommendations from Vandy. I'd called a couple times asking if he would call something in for me so I could be trying it and then if it was going well/not helping, by the time we got to my appointment, I'd have already TRIED something on the list. No dice. And this summer got hot. Too hot, too fast. Big Daddy bought me a Frogg Togg Chilly Towel (the one linked). I love it. I even activated it once with super hot water and it still got really cool. It is definitely worth the price. I'm not a huge fan of the material it uses but I guess that's how it works? You can definitely tell it's not a "towel" or plain fabric but overall, when I'm sweating, dizzy and my heart rate is going crazy, I can deal with the rubbary feel. My only complaints are really cosmetic, the feel and the one I got has a zebra print and the print faded. I liked it so much I gushed to Big Daddy and he had his boss go out and buy several for the paving crews (obviously not the pink ones). They are so handy, especially this summer where I was basically unmedicated for my Dysautonomia. I was really struggling. (Disclaimer: this is not an official review, just me gushing, I did not receive anything for gushing).
Finally got into my appointment and Dr. M called in a couple of the meds on the list, Propranolol and Aldomet. It's not perfect but it helps a LOT more than all the other meds I've tried over the years. I like propranolol MUCH better than atenolol. It helps so much more. Watching my heart rate be somewhat NORMAL and not having to struggle AS much while doing things is awesome. I'm not so sure how affective the other has been but my heart rate is loving it.
My eyes have been bothering me more and more for a while now, I may or may not have mentioned it, but I went to an opthamologist several weeks ago. My vision is perfect/near perfect. 20/15 in one eye and 20/20 in the other. I'm thinking it would've been 20/15 in both if not for the blurring/photosensitivity. (As I'm typing this in a darkened room, I can barely see, so please excuse typos). I believe this one is brought about by an aura preceeding a migraine so I've taken meds to try and head it off. The Opthamologist, Dr. C, said a lot of it is dryness which could be caused by Sjogren's (which at that point, I had not been tested for). She told me to try *polarized* sunglasses instead of regular which helps a bit, and increase my use of eye drops from PRN to no less than 3x per day. Which also helps. Then she put something called a Punctal Plug in my left tear duct to try and prolong how long I hold my natural tears. If I see improvement she'll do the right side. I'm not sure how I feel yet (it's only been 2 days so far). She also ran the panel for Sjogren's because none of my other doctors would since they don't treat it. And mentioned having some kind of adrenal test. She referred me to an internist to coordinate all my doctors/diagnosis since problems like this arise. All these disorders are treated by different doctors and they have comorbid conditions that need yet another doctor. I have to basically fill out a request to see if one of the internists will accept me as a patient.
So lets do a run through.
Neurocardiogenic Syncope (NCS)
Hyperadrenergic Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (Hyper POTS)
Insulin Resistance Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (IR PCOS)
Inappropriate Sinus Tachycardia (IST - which I believe is replaced by the POTS dx?)
Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder (PMDD)
Migraines with and without aura
PACs and PVCs
Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo (BPPV)
Allergies (seasonal, food, environment, some anaphylactic)
*Adrenal problems also makes since because HyperADRENERGIC POTS, plus lots of Hashi patients also have adrenal fatigue. But again, none of my current doctors want to test for it.
Just keep swimming.
Well I suppose it is time for an update of sorts. I did go to Vandy but ... it was a giant fiasco. The day before my appointments they called MULTIPLE times. First was to tell me they DON'T have the medicine to perform one of the tests at my appointment time but would later that day or the next day. So, I could either try to squeeze it in, or extend my trip an extra day at the last minute. Then, someone else called and said my insurance wouldn't pay for anything and I'd have to pay several hundred up front for some of the tests but that one I could sign a waver and pay later. Again, last minute. Thanks for telling me I have basically LESS THAN 24 hours to come up with a few hundred dollars. Or opt out of some/most of the tests that had been ordered for 8 (EIGHT) months. THEN I get a call saying they can't figure out WHO ordered 2 of the tests. That neither Dr. B nor my EP had ordered them. So 8 months prior, some unknown entity, set up tests with no authorization and no one caught it until the day before. Keep in mind, all of this is going to hell before I had even left my house.
So the next day I go to my first appointment, check in and do what amounts to a poor mans tilt, valsalva etc. At like 9 AM. My next appointment was after 2. We go to lunch, walk around Vandy then walk around the mall. Head back and I'm sitting in the hall outside of the office where they have two tables and some chairs designated for patients. I was overheating and dizzy just relaxing and charging my phone. Around 1:15 or so (an hour before my appointment), Dr. Bs nurse, A, calls my name over the intercom. I go in and no one is there. So then she calls my phone and snottily informs me that my name had been called *several* times already. Firstly, I'm AT the door looking for you, secondly, no you haven't, at least not this way because I was just out in the hall, not on the other side of the building, and 3rd, my appointment isn't for another HOUR. What if I'd been at lunch or with my husband giving blood or still at the bloody mall 20 minutes away? So we get back and she's doing the basic stuff nurses do prior to doctors coming in and rattling on about trying to help speed everything up so we're not waiting all day. And then we sit in that room for over an hour waiting. You know, until past my appointment time. I'd have preferred to pass the time in the cool open hall. The best part of the entire trip (really the only good part) was the hour we spent with Dr. B working up a plan of action. If it weren't for that, the ENTIRE trip would have been a gigantic waste of time.
I don't know if they are just super unorganized or what (which is scary considering how high profile they are) but even AFTER all that, the clinic in OHIO called me to set up a visit, stating in exact words that A, Dr. B's nurse (by name) had sent out my file and a referral and that I needed to set up an appointment. NO ONE authorized that. Not Dr. B, not Vandy, not me, not my EP, NO ONE. When I enquired about it (because who am I to go against doctors orders if they feel I need to go, but no one had mentioned it to me so I figured I'd double check), Dr. B says it wasn't anyone there that it must have been my doctor. Even though I plainly stated the clinic said it was A (not a common name, either).
I left a review and the woman called once, on a Saturday while I was out, and never called back. And the number she called from was one of those disposal lines no one answers, just uses to call out.
All in all, I'd rate them 1 star. Simply because of Dr. Bs vast knowledge on this subject, the time he spent with us, and a treatment plan. If it weren't for that, Vandy would've gotten a negative/zero stars review from me. Their only saving grace was the doctor. Which that was the point of the trip so it ended well enough. Basically, I'd recommend Dr. B, but NEVER their clinic or Vandy. Maybe if he moved clinics. And changed staff.