10/21/2011

 Some day, I promise you, I’ll be able to write an entry that doesn’t have a single word about my health issues…unless it’s a happy entry.  

Today isn’t that day, though.  

Sorry.  You’ve GOT to be as tired of reading about it as I am about dealing with it.  

I saw my primary Doctor, Dr. Handsome (because he IS), yesterday.  He had already read over my charts; all the other doctors I’ve seen have done a good job of transferring my medical records to him, which is practically a miracle.  So, when he came into the room he was armed and ready.  Immediately he said, "Well, I hear you’ve been a really sweet lady lately!"  I laughed and then winced and said, "My husband would argue with you on that."  His eyebrows went up, "Still in a lot of pain?"  "Yes, and I think I tweaked my back somehow.  I can hardly walk today."  He checked me out and then stood back shaking his head.  "You just keep coming up with surprise after surprise, don’t ya?  Looks like it could be inflammation putting some pressure on the sciatic nerve.  Does your butt hurt, too?"  YES!  

So, I started my rainy day with a pleasant case of sciatica and a prescription for a 10 day supply of Vicodin.  

He gave me an A1C glucose test that came back 7+, which I understand isn’t good considering it’s supposed to be under 7.  I received my glucose meter, some lancets and a prescription for some Metformin (diabetic drug).  I have to see the patient educator next week to learn how to monitor my glucose, how much and what I can eat and when to take my meds.  

I asked him to clear up some confusion I had about all the nerve pain I’ve been dealing with.  He said it’s way too early in my diagnosis to assume any neuropathy, since that’s a condition that usually occurs after YEARS with diabetes.  What’s most likely causing my nerve pain is a combination of inflamed veins and muscles, high blood sugar and muscle atrophy.  He thinks that once the blood sugar is controlled and my veins are fixed, most, if not all of the pain, will subside and eventually go away as I work to strengthen my legs again.

"Yay!"

When I asked him for more information about the veins in my legs, he said that the primary veins (the ones that run next to the femoral arteries) in both legs are pretty severe.  I asked how the doctor is supposed to be able to treat them since he obviously can’t collapse a primary vein, like he’d do to a secondary vein, and he said, "He won’t collapse or strip them.  He’ll tie them just enough to control the blood flow so your legs and feet won’t get flooded like they are now.  You’ll be amazed at how much better they’ll feel once that’s controlled."    

"Yay, again!"

Then I asked him, "Okay, so is it the high glucose that’s causing me eye and ear pain?"  He grabbed his otoscope and said, "Yes, it could but lets have a look anyhow."  

Guess what?  I have a double ear infection!!!

"Booo!"

I’m telling you people, Mother Nature is a nasty, vile, evil woman whom I must have really pissed off at some point in my lifetime because she just won’t stop with the abuse!  

My next adventure in Medical Mayhem is November 2nd when I go to see the Vascular Dr. to set up a date for surgery.  

*gulp*

Hubby went in to see his Prosthetist yesterday.  He had been having some trouble with the leg making it difficult to walk right.  It reminded me of how he was walking in his old, broken down leg –  a clown doing a high wire act.  He kept insisting it was because of the type of foot they put on it, so, the Prosthetist put a different foot on it and added some cushion inside of the socket.  As soon as Hubby took his first step, he could feel the difference.   When his Dad dropped him off yesterday, he stood in the front doorway and said, "Lisa, check it out!"  He walked the length of the house without a single wobble or limp.

 "Yay!"

I finally spoke with Mrs. M., our former family advocate.  I was right about my assumption of that school these people are trying to get me to transfer Wesley to.  She said the place was Dive.  The teachers are untrustworthy and highly opinionated and I’d be jumping from the frying pan into the fire if I sent him there.  I could almost hear her spitting fire about them.  Ha-ha!  

So, nope.  Wesley won’t be going to that school.  I’ll attend the MFE/IEP meeting on the 31st, have them hand over the results of the testing and then make preparations to have my son removed from his current school.  If the damn school board has an issue with that, I’ll give them my full, uncensored opinion of their brilliant professionalism and see what they have to say about THAT!

Later that same day I have an appointment with Wesley’s Pediatric Psychologist to get her final ruling on his diagnosis.  I’ll have all the paperwork in my hands to turn over to her and I’m confident that she’ll make his PDD an official diagnosis.  

It’ll be a horribly long day, having to depend on hired transportation, so, I’ll have to remember to pack some food and drink to take with us.  It’s Halloween night, too, and I’m afraid my poor son won’t be able to go Trick-or-Treating.  He’ll be terribly upset about it but there’s nothing else I can do.  I was lucky to get the 3:00 appointment when someone cancelled because she’s booked up through February.  I’ll find a way to make it up to him.  He doesn’t need all that junk, anyhow.

Ugh!  Until next time….