Most days when I blog, I’m mainly trying to keep you updated on what is going on with my hearing situation, and also trying to share with you anything that I think you might find interesting, or might not know pertaining to hearing loss, or an insight that I have learned from my experiences. Today, I am writing in part to decompress. I want to share what has happened, but frankly, it frightened me and humbled me and I feel that I handled it all just fine, but I’m truly thanking God just for being alive right now!
If you’ve been following my blog from the beginning, you know that over the past year I’ve experienced quite a few side effects from being on prednisone. One of those is fluid retention which involved my ankles being swollen (my face and neck, too) and being more out of breath than normal. I’m used to dealing with that. Even as I finished the prednisone recently, I noticed that those symptoms really hadn’t improved as much as I would have liked – only a little bit. I’m quite used to dealing with that. On Friday night, I met with Debbie to work on sign language stuff. During the course of that meeting I sat in basically the same position for several hours before I got up. My ankles swelled up quite a bit. When I went to for a bathroom break, I noticed that I was really out of breath – more than I’ve been even on prednisone. I just thought that I sat in one position for too long and decided to move around more, drink more fluids and watch my sodium. I also noticed that I developed some mild congestion during that time and a slight cough. Saturday, as I posted before, was a very busy day. It involved more sitting at a meeting and again I noticed how much my ankles swelled up (more than usual) and how out of breath I was. At the bridal tea, I had to walk upstairs to get to the room where it was, and I couldn’t believe how out of breath I was. It took a very long time for me to get it back. I was embarrassed and still just thought I needed to work a little harder at getting rid of any excess fluid. Sunday and Monday were the same. I also noticed some mild shakiness in my hands. By Tuesday, I woke up and it seemed like there was a slight change in the congestion in my chest. Just felt a little heavier. None of the other things had improved at all, and I had an uneasy feeling that I needed to get checked out, so I decided to take myself to the doctor. We had a big snow that morning and I had told my son to take my 4 wheel drive car to work. That left me with his car. I walked out and it was pretty buried in snow. I knew I wouldn’t be able to dig it out. I came back inside and called my doctor. They connected me to a nurse line, and long story short – she told me that I needed to get to an urgent care or emergency room right away. Chet came home a few minutes later and we headed to an urgent care. Once there, I was really out of breath even at rest. They did some initial tests and sent me by ambulance to the ER in St. Louis Park. There they told me that I had all of the classic symptoms of blood clots. My D Dimer (a blood test) was 5 which is 5x what it was a few years ago when they sent me to an ER to look for clots. I had noticed some soreness in an area behind my knee and in my calf that I those was muscular but turned out to be clots. When I change out of my pants at the ER my entire lower leg was bright red! Three years ago when they checked, they didn’t find any clots, but this time they found multiple clots in both legs. They knew because of my breathing that I also had them in my lungs. I was admitted and later had a CT scan that showed multiple clots in both lungs. One clot in one lung was particularly large and in a slightly worrisome position. I ended up having a vena cava filter placed which will catch any clots currently in my legs if any start traveling towards my lungs. It could save my life. I’m now home, but on Coumadin (an oral blood thinner) and also giving myself an injection each day of another blood thinner. That should only be for a few days until my numbers are in the range they want them to be and then it should be manageable with the Coumadin alone. My diagnosis – Deep Vein Thrombosis (DVT – bilaterally) and Pulmonary Embolism (PE – also bilateral). It’s sobering. The danger of having one clot in the leg is that it could travel to the lung. If it lands in the wrong spot it can be fatal. When I think about the fact that I have so many clots (I asked the ultrasound tech how many she saw and she said she didn’t count but it was a lot – that was just one leg. She said the other was the same. The docs also told me there were multiple clots in each lung) and the fact that even one can be fatal –scary stuff. Combine that with the fact that I had them for 4 days before I sought medical attention and that during those days I was home alone quite a lot…..so much could have happened. It didn’t and I’m here and fine. I’m not trying to be a drama queen, but it’s sobering. The doctor I saw today on a follow-up told me that his mother died from the exact thing that I have. Wow. I’m thankful to God that I am still here.
The primary cause of this for me is my weight. The chart used the term morbidly obese. I knew this already. I’ve been overweight enough to fall in that category for quite some time. I know that it’s bad for your health. I’ve tried unsuccessfully many times to lose weight. I am not stupid and I am well aware of the fact that I’m seriously overweight and also what causes that and what has to be done to rectify it. No one needs to tell me that. I know. I can assure you that all people who are significantly overweight know. Having other people point it out, or try to be the “food police” is not helpful. It’s actually harmful. It’s something I have to find within myself to do(with God’s help) and I haven’t been successful at that yet. Others can be an encouragement, but ultimately no one can make me do it and no one can do it for me. I don’t know how it is for other people, but for me it actually creates a stumbling block to have someone comment to me about how much or what I’m eating. It just makes me upset or want to do the opposite and “show them” that I can eat whatever I want. I’m not saying it’s the best attitude. I’m saying it’s where I am right now. if I’ve told someone I’m trying to lose weight or on a diet or exercise plan or that I’m looking for something along those lines, then having them ask how it’s going is encouraging. It’s encouraging if someone knows I’m dieting and they choose to bring something to potluck or flocks that is on my plan or if we’re going out with someone and a meal is involved or going to someone’s home and they consider that in whatever restaurant we choose or what they make for a meal in their home. It’s encouraging to me and welcomed if I have stated that I’m looking for a way to lose weight for people to share with me any plans they have heard of. The key here is if I have said I want to diet, then these things are encouraging. Knowing that you’re loved for who you are and not what your body looks like (true for any body issues – not just weight) is important. When people make suggestions and I have not stated that I am trying to lose weight, then it is not encouraging. It just feels like they are telling me I’m overweight which I already know and do not appreciate. Most people who are significantly overweight have more going on than just “letting themselves go” or “not taking care of themselves.” There are lots of factors. It’s very frustrating to be around someone who obviously has an attitude that conveys some kind of self-righteousness or superiority because they workout regularly or “take care of themselves” and look down on you because you “don’t.” Some people do have to work hard to stay healthy and in shape. Some thin people have worse habits than overweight ones – their bodies just handle it differently. There are a lot of people out there like that, but thankfully many more that see the person rather than the body they live in. Trust me – there’s more to it than just will power for those with serious weight issues. I’m not saying will power isn’t part of it. Lack of discipline or self-control in this area can be part of it. I’m saying there’s a lot more to it. In addition to my weight, a doctor told me that prednisone actually does thicken your blood some and between that and the extra weight most people put on from it, and the water retention and being more out of breath typically cause people to be less active…..these are the things that have led to my current situation.
I can’t change the past. I am in this situation and have to move forward from here. Because the Atkins’ diet involves purposely causing your body to change how it metabolizes food, I feel like that is not the best idea for me at this time. I actually feel better when I eat low carb versus any other plan I’ve tried. I also have to be fairly consistent in whatever my normal diet will be for my Coumadin to be effective. I’m considering what I want to do now. (Yes, you can officially consider this me mentioning that I’m looking for diet ideas, so if you have any info or plans you’ve heard of that might fit what I’m describing it would encourage me and be appreciated if you would share). I’m thinking about still trying to eat more low carb – just not low enough to cause ketosis which is the process I described above that changes how you metabolize food. I think I might try to be very aware of nutritional value of foods I eat and try to include a variety of fruits and veggies (more veggies than fruits), leaner proteins, and healthy fats. I really don’t want to go extremely low fat and I don’t want to start eating a lot of artificial things they put in low fat foods to try to give them some flavor. I prefer to eat real foods and just keep the right balance and moderation. It all sounds good, but I will need to work on finding the right balance and finding a way to get good nutrition, keep my blood sugar stable and my body feeling satisfied (I know that can be accomplished with enough protein and fat). When I have the right balance of fat and protein, I no longer feel as hungry and it is much easier to control portions.
The doctors have told me that I can’t do much exercise right now. I can move around as much as I am able to without getting too out of breath. That is not much at this point. That should improve over the next couple of weeks. After that, walking or water-related exercise is really all I’ll be able to do. Again, how out of breath I feel will be my guide. They said I may only be able to go 5 minutes at first, but if I do that consistently each day, eventually it will become 10 minutes, then 20, etc. So that’s it.
I hate talking about my weight and weight loss efforts most of the time. It makes me feel extremely vulnerable and it is difficult to be a support person to me in this area, because sometimes people say things that hurt me or cause a stumbling block for me even though they are absolutely trying to be supportive and loving. Some of my problem is baggage from long ago. Some of it is a connection my brain has made between food and love that is definitely not right but definitely there. Some of it is lack of self-control. Some of it is I love food. Some of it is that I have a “go for it” attitude about much of life and it includes food as well. Some of it is defiance – “no one can tell me what to do”. Some of it is being “addicted” to a pleasure. Some of it is an “all or nothing” type of thinking. If I “mess up” one time during the day on a diet, then I’m inclined to feel like I’ve “blown it” that day and might as well eat whatever I want and start again the next day. I’m that way about other things, too – even something like a “to do” list – if I make a mistake or two on it and have to cross something out, I’ll often redo the entire list so it’s perfect. I remind myself about the scriptures that talk about “food is for the body, the body is not for food.” I know there are scriptures that talk about being addicted to a pleasure and that is sin. Trust me, I’ve thought about it a lot. I’ve repented of a lot. I still struggle in this area. I don’t know why I find it so difficult. I’m weak in this. I keep fighting. I identify with Paul when he talks about doing the thing he does not wish to do. Having a brush with death primarily because of my weight definitely seems like it would be something that would make me work even harder at it and I will. Maybe this happened because God knows this is what it will take for me to finally get this part of my life under control. I’ve prayed about that recently, too. I need prayers for strength and wisdom in this area. Trust me – for me, to speak about this in this way is pulling out all the stops. I feel extremely vulnerable. It’s humbling and sobering. Just what I need.
The last few days have been somewhat stressful, obviously. Last night on the way home from the hospital I was checking my email and found a note from the hearing clinic. The info they are getting from my insurance is quite different from what they told me. Basically, if they are right then our coverage is pretty minimal and our cost for me to have two cochlear implants would be close to $100,000! I’m hoping that they are wrong! I will be contacting the insurance company next week and trying to find out what’s going on. Hopefully, it’s just a mix up and everything will proceed as planned. I’m not up for a “fight” with insurance today, so I’m going to work on recovering physically from the events of this week and be ready to work on this next week. Pray that it’s a mistake and it will be easily sorted out!!!!
In addition to all of this, after I got home last night I sat down and read everything they gave me about my follow-up, my new medications and all the info about that. I was trying to be so careful and do it all exactly as I was supposed to. The info emphasizes over and over that it’s very important to take the exact dose prescribed and that Coumadin should be taken at the same time every day in the evening around 6pm. I sat with my prescription nearby and watched the clock carefully. At 6pm I took the dose I was supposed to. I even double checked everything. Yep. I did it exactly right. Then when I went to record the info in a booklet they gave me, I saw that the square was already filled. That’s when I realized that they had already given me my Coumadin (WAY early!) in the hospital! I took a second dose on the same day. Being new to this and knowing how much they emphasized how dangerous not following the exact directions can be, I was stressed out, to say the least. I finally got ahold of someone who contacted the anticoagulation team (yep – I now have an anticoagulation team!) and in the end it was fine. Scared me, though. Kind of the icing on a not so great cake. Survived that, and hopefully there won’t be any more mix ups.
I’ve shared a lot here today. I know. As I said, I think I needed to decompress. I know that God is always in control. I’m reminded once again how much we have to rely on Him. We have no power on our own. We need His strength and guidance and protection. We need strength and prayers and encouragement from each other. Thanks for caring about me and taking the time to check my blog and find out what’s really going on in my body, my heart and my mind. I know that I am an extremely blessed woman.