The last two weeks of April I began to feel very sick and in a lot of pain. I chalked it up to just getting old. But the pain became unbearable and once again my heart started racing. Off to the ER again. The ride to the hospital was a nightmare. I swear that driver found every single large pothole. I was rushed into the special room for heart patients only. I know that room very well. Within a minute or so, I had two IV's going. One was for blood. (So that is why the medic asked my blood type in the ambulance!)
I had complained to Pirate the night before that I felt I was being overmedicated with the Coumadin. "Oh Mom, you aren't happy unless you can find something wrong."
Sure enough. When I had my leg amputated, as it is with the majority of heart patients, being placed on Coumadin is the usual common practice with surgery. The problem was that no one ever entered into my records just how long I should stay on it. Some days the dosage was at the very lowest, other days way too high. The high ones are what caused the problem. And when they couldn't get a reading they liked, the dosage went up. It seems I had been slowly bleeding to death from my intestines. And I also had a massive internal infection in my digestion tract. By this time I was black and blue from head to foot. I not only was losing blood internally, but a number of the discolorations erupted and I was losing blood that was also.
The doctor I had been assigned to sat down with me last night and explained every little tidbit of information he had at hand. He then gave me the words I wanted to hear. He said, "You will be discharged tonight and on your way home to sleep in your own bed." When I heard those words, I told him I could give him a great big hug and kiss. He leaned forward and returned just the hug. But I did give him the kiss. So here I am. I still am in some pain, but not like two weeks ago. I have a plethora of antibiotics and some pain meds.
Pirate says I have all of my coloring back. He asked me if I was going to sue. Absolutely not! I reminded him of our family motto. "If you didn't do an honest days work for your money, then you don't deserve it." Case closed.
One last word from Pirate. "Hey Mom., guess what. For the very first time you were right and I was wrong." Then he ran into the bathroom to hide! Chicken!!!