Aye, I was back in the ER last night, and aye, it be Talk Like a Pirate Day. Cast yer eyes on Yarn Harlot's list of piratical knitting, the saucy wench, and the official TLAP page on knittin' like a pirate.
So enough with the dialect for the ER part. More after the jump.
I spent $30 in cabs yesterday going back and forth to the hospital! First the girls and I schlepped over there and back for my regular blood check-up to see where my warfarin levels are at. Turns out that my instinct last week was correct; my blood's way too thin. So we adjusted my meds and we'll check again in two weeks.
Then, right after lunch, my heart decided to perform a drum solo. My pacemaker didn't fire, nor, thankfully, did my ICD, and I don't exactly know what happened. But I was getting all kinds of erratic thumping in there, combined with a feeling of exhaustion and lightheadedness. I called the cardiology advice desk at my doctor's practice, and the nurse said I had to go in. I burst into tears--couldn't help it--and she said, "Oh honey, you HAVE to go, I'm looking at your chart and we just can't not send you, I'm so sorry."
Off I went *again* to the hospital in a cab, this time to the ER, after sending the kids across the street to the neighbors. John met me there. They took an EKG, drew some blood and looked at my enzyme levels (to see if I'd had a heart attack), and interrogated my pacemaker. Good news: Nothing wrong, and I got through it intact without freaking out too badly. Neutral news: My blood sugar is elevated and the ER doc said to contact my regular doctor about diabetes.
I've been getting diabetes warnings for some time now; I'm going to have to just start avoiding carbs as much as possible again. I got off track over the last year and need to start doing my Nourishing Traditions work again.
These last couple of weeks have been pretty hard. I'm really depressed. I feel a little less so today; surviving yesterday's trip to the hospital has left me a little more confident. When I'm depressed, in a complete reversal from my youth, I forget to eat. And when I forget to eat, I get in trouble health-wise. I need to get back into my cooking and fermenting rhythms or I'm going to be in big trouble, I think.
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