Early in the week, Fio's cardiologist prepared her for eye surgery by having her hold her coumadin pills and inject herself with lovenox instead. Fio called him on Friday, the day after surgery, and asked if she could discontinue the lovenox because the shots were unexpectedly painful, so Dr. H worked out a new regimen that would take her off lovenox by Monday, although she would have to go to the ER of her local hospital on Sunday to be sure her INR was 2.0 or above.
Fio followed directions, giving herself what she hoped would be a final shot of lovenox Sunday morning, then driving off to St. D's Hospital for the INR check. However, no one knew what to do with her because Dr. H hadn't given them any "orders." The nurses finally got another doctor to write the "orders" and, about an hour later, Fio was ushered into a room where a phlebotomist took a vial of her blood. Fio protested, saying that the procedure should be a simple finger-prick, but the phlebotomist said she'd never heard of INR and that that Fio could get the results from Dr. H on Monday. Fio explained that she was supposed to get the results immediately so she would know whether or not to use lovenox in the evening, so the phlebotomist said the lab would report to Dr. H within an hour and he himself would call Fio.
Five hours later, Fiorella got hold of Dr. H on her own. Bad news--her INR is too low to discontinue the lovenox so she'll have to shoot herself up for three more days.
Fiorella is not happy on several accounts.
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Monday, September 4, 2017
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Not Fio's Day
Fiorella thought she had her day all laid out, but it went to pieces on her once she got to Austin. Her doctor's parking garage was dark as a dungeon, and it was hard to find a space for her Miata what with all the ocean liners squatting in the spaces marked compact. She was finally able to shoehorn herself into a narrow space between two SUVs, but then came the voyage to the medical building while toting a tote weighed down with her computadora, her bolsa, her celular, and her lista amarilla. She rode up to the third floor and trudged down the hall to the doctor's office, slung her tote on the counter and announced herself to the nurse.
Shock. Her appointment was until the afternoon. How had Fio messed up this appt for the second time arround. Are they gaslighting her? No, Fio. Face it. You wrote down the the wrong date in su calendario.
Nothing to do but set up an appt for next week, reshoulder her tote and stagger back to the parking garage. Getting out was a lot easier than getting in. But what could she do with her time? She had to be back in Gtown for an INR appt at 1:00, but she didn't want to be half an hour early and sit in the cardiologist's office twiddling her thumbs. Nothing to do but find a Starbucks in Austin and write a little. Of course, she had to purchase something to rent a table, though. No problem--she loves Starbucks' chocolate chip cookies. The day was saved!
Except that Starbucks was out of chocolate chip cookies. All she could do was indulge herself in a cup of milk.
Some days, you just can't win for losing.
Shock. Her appointment was until the afternoon. How had Fio messed up this appt for the second time arround. Are they gaslighting her? No, Fio. Face it. You wrote down the the wrong date in su calendario.
Nothing to do but set up an appt for next week, reshoulder her tote and stagger back to the parking garage. Getting out was a lot easier than getting in. But what could she do with her time? She had to be back in Gtown for an INR appt at 1:00, but she didn't want to be half an hour early and sit in the cardiologist's office twiddling her thumbs. Nothing to do but find a Starbucks in Austin and write a little. Of course, she had to purchase something to rent a table, though. No problem--she loves Starbucks' chocolate chip cookies. The day was saved!
Except that Starbucks was out of chocolate chip cookies. All she could do was indulge herself in a cup of milk.
Some days, you just can't win for losing.
Monday, February 13, 2017
Fiorella's Schedule for the Day
Fio finally got the fake Christmas tree dismantled and packed in boxes for storage in the garage, which cleared out the living room. Now she hopes to move the them and all the other Christmas boxes into the garage, which may be difficult because of the huge fiberboard panels that are leaning against the storage shelves. But never feaar--Fiorella is quite talented when it comes to tottering. Her calendar also calls for finding Husband's wallet and showing up for her monthly INR appointment, but she hopes to spend most of the afternoon writing, Then, in the evening, she'll have her reward--her telenovela. Will Nora get away with killing Ricardo? Will she somehow manage to shift the blame onto Lucia? Will Lucia end up in jail? Inquiring minds want to know.
On the side, Fio must correct herself--she remembered the murder wrong. It wasn't a swinging wine bottle that dealt Ricardo the fatal blow, but what looked like a Notebook which Nora was using to assault him. It shattered the glass of wine he was about to drink and drove the sharp edges into his neck. (Just in case your inquiring mind wanted to know.)
On the side, Fio must correct herself--she remembered the murder wrong. It wasn't a swinging wine bottle that dealt Ricardo the fatal blow, but what looked like a Notebook which Nora was using to assault him. It shattered the glass of wine he was about to drink and drove the sharp edges into his neck. (Just in case your inquiring mind wanted to know.)
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
No Fair!
Fiorella needed an operation to help her see better and stop her lashes from irritating her eyes, and her Austin ophthalmologist, Dawn Buckingham, had set the surgery up for February 9. When the surgery information came in the mail, Fio read it through and jumped through all the required hoops--getting checked out by her PCP, then seeing her INR nurse, who filled out a full page of instructions for her because Fio, who has an artificial heart valve, uses warfarin. The final stop was Fio's cardiologist, who smiled at her and gently delivered the death blow--she couldn't have the surgery because it was too risky for her to go off anti-coagulants for eight days, like the ophthalmologist required.
Fio went into shock. Why had Dr. Buckingham, who had access to all Fio's medical records, led her down the garden path? Why hadn't Fio's primary care doctor or said something? Why did her INR nurse make up a full-page chart, the let the cardiologist drop the blow?
Fio is angry. Why her? She is a nice person, a giving person, someone who works hard, who takes care of everyone, who puts up with a lot of crap, who wishes everyone well, even Donald Trump. She deserves better.
Fio went into shock. Why had Dr. Buckingham, who had access to all Fio's medical records, led her down the garden path? Why hadn't Fio's primary care doctor or said something? Why did her INR nurse make up a full-page chart, the let the cardiologist drop the blow?
Fio is angry. Why her? She is a nice person, a giving person, someone who works hard, who takes care of everyone, who puts up with a lot of crap, who wishes everyone well, even Donald Trump. She deserves better.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Bloody Battles
Fiorella is not happy with her coumadin nurse.
Because she has an artificial aortic valve, Fio takes a daily dose of coumadin/warfarin to thin her blood and thus keep her from forming a blood clot. The goal is to maintain her INR (a blood analysis figure) between 2 and 3. But whenever she has surgery, Fio has to stop taking coumadin--usually five days beforehand because coumadin has a three-day bounce--to enable the wound to heal properly.
Starting the coumadin again afterwards is tricky. After her facelift, Fio was started too soon with dosages that were too high and ended up with an INR of 3.9 and coagulated blood in her cheeks.
Once burned, twice shy, Fiorella informed everyone involved in her hip replacement of the coumadin bounce problem before the hip surgery. The surgeon emphasized he wanted her in the low 2s after the surgery. But before Fio knew it, by following the dosages prescribed by the coumadin nurse, she was up to 3.4--and a second hematoma was forming.
She called the coumadin nurse, who was too busy to take her call. She called the surgeon's office and was told to call her cardiologist. She called the cardiologist's office and was told to call the coumadin nurse. Finally she got hold of someone else in the coumadin nurse's office and was told what dosages to take. Four days later, she still high, at 3.1. The remedy?--she was told to take high dosages five days a week and lower dosages twice a week, which is sure to send her up to 4 in no time.
Despite the temptation to go all passive aggressive and bleed out in an emergency room just to prove how wrong the nurse was, Fio's not going along with it the nurse's prescription. She's putting herself on a reasonable dosage, then requesting copies of her records for the past two years so she can figure out her dosages for herself.
Because she has an artificial aortic valve, Fio takes a daily dose of coumadin/warfarin to thin her blood and thus keep her from forming a blood clot. The goal is to maintain her INR (a blood analysis figure) between 2 and 3. But whenever she has surgery, Fio has to stop taking coumadin--usually five days beforehand because coumadin has a three-day bounce--to enable the wound to heal properly.
Starting the coumadin again afterwards is tricky. After her facelift, Fio was started too soon with dosages that were too high and ended up with an INR of 3.9 and coagulated blood in her cheeks.
Once burned, twice shy, Fiorella informed everyone involved in her hip replacement of the coumadin bounce problem before the hip surgery. The surgeon emphasized he wanted her in the low 2s after the surgery. But before Fio knew it, by following the dosages prescribed by the coumadin nurse, she was up to 3.4--and a second hematoma was forming.
She called the coumadin nurse, who was too busy to take her call. She called the surgeon's office and was told to call her cardiologist. She called the cardiologist's office and was told to call the coumadin nurse. Finally she got hold of someone else in the coumadin nurse's office and was told what dosages to take. Four days later, she still high, at 3.1. The remedy?--she was told to take high dosages five days a week and lower dosages twice a week, which is sure to send her up to 4 in no time.
Despite the temptation to go all passive aggressive and bleed out in an emergency room just to prove how wrong the nurse was, Fio's not going along with it the nurse's prescription. She's putting herself on a reasonable dosage, then requesting copies of her records for the past two years so she can figure out her dosages for herself.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Shoe Alert
There's hope. Fio's INR is 2.0, she is sleeping better, walked up and down the stairs twice yesterday, has started using the cane some, and, for supper, went out to Chili's with Husband. Now for the bad news: Fio's comfy black shoes with the velcro closures got lost somewhere between the hospital and home.
Please be on the lookout.
Please be on the lookout.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Battle of Blood
Fiorella took on the medical establishment yesterday, although it wasn't supposed to be that way.
First, a little background. Because she has an artificial heart valve, Fio takes coumadin, and her blood "thinness" level, or INR, is closely monitored so it stays between 2 and 3. In preparation for any surgery, though, she lays off the coumadin so her blood will be thicker and she will heal better. After the surgery, the coumadin is started up again, although it takes three days for each pill to register.
It's a balancing act: supplying Fio with enough coumadin that her blood will be thin enough that her valve won't clot vs. keeping it thick enough that the new surgery won't bleed out. For instance, when Fio had the facelift, the coumadin was resumed too enthusiastically so her INR shot up to 3.9, way too thin, and she had a lot of swelling.This wasn't a situation she wanted to repeat so she was pleased when she learned her INR would be regularly monitored as she started up the coumadin again after her hip surgery.
Now comes the drama. Fio's INR on Tuesday was something like 1.2 and she's been taking a larger than usual dose of coumadin since then. So, yesterday, ever mindful of that 3.9, she decided it was time to have her INR checked by the Home Health people . They were agreeable, but couldn't reach the coumadin nurse who was supposed to okay their trip to Fio' s bedside. Fio couldn't reach her either. A couple of hours later, Fio called the cardiologist's office and explained the situation. The coumadin nurse finally called Fio and said she hadn't been able to the cardiologist. Fio told her that she understood that the nurse herself could okay the INR. but the nurse insisted that the earliest the INR could be checked was Monday.
Fio gave up and prayed that her INR not explode over the weekend. An hour later, though, she got a call from the Home Health people saying they'd been authorized to come by this morning. God only knows what went on behind the scenes, but this morning Fiorella eagerly awaits the arrival of the finger-prickers.
First, a little background. Because she has an artificial heart valve, Fio takes coumadin, and her blood "thinness" level, or INR, is closely monitored so it stays between 2 and 3. In preparation for any surgery, though, she lays off the coumadin so her blood will be thicker and she will heal better. After the surgery, the coumadin is started up again, although it takes three days for each pill to register.
It's a balancing act: supplying Fio with enough coumadin that her blood will be thin enough that her valve won't clot vs. keeping it thick enough that the new surgery won't bleed out. For instance, when Fio had the facelift, the coumadin was resumed too enthusiastically so her INR shot up to 3.9, way too thin, and she had a lot of swelling.This wasn't a situation she wanted to repeat so she was pleased when she learned her INR would be regularly monitored as she started up the coumadin again after her hip surgery.
Now comes the drama. Fio's INR on Tuesday was something like 1.2 and she's been taking a larger than usual dose of coumadin since then. So, yesterday, ever mindful of that 3.9, she decided it was time to have her INR checked by the Home Health people . They were agreeable, but couldn't reach the coumadin nurse who was supposed to okay their trip to Fio' s bedside. Fio couldn't reach her either. A couple of hours later, Fio called the cardiologist's office and explained the situation. The coumadin nurse finally called Fio and said she hadn't been able to the cardiologist. Fio told her that she understood that the nurse herself could okay the INR. but the nurse insisted that the earliest the INR could be checked was Monday.
Fio gave up and prayed that her INR not explode over the weekend. An hour later, though, she got a call from the Home Health people saying they'd been authorized to come by this morning. God only knows what went on behind the scenes, but this morning Fiorella eagerly awaits the arrival of the finger-prickers.
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