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health drama
May. 17th, 2004 10:03 pmSo today I woke up and felt like I was getting a UTI. I always think it's horribly unfair to get these when you haven't been getting laid to cause tham. (lack of sex clearly my own doing, but still)
Knew I had to take Blake to the ENT specialist so took a pyridium (this special pill that can make your bladder not hurt when you have an infection, the side effect of which is urine the color of iodine initially that quickly ades to day-glo orange) and took Blake to the ENT.
Looks like the little bugger may have to get his tonsils out and tubes in his ears. WHy didn't they do this when he was 14 months old and they took out his adenoids? Certainly not because I didn't ask. Bitter? Sure. We wil attempt to do a sleep study first, and an ausiology exam. If he can't cooperate with the audio, they'll have to put him under and do it without his cooperation. If they have to put him under, they'll put the tubes in then and maybe do the tonsils. This will all be at UCSF. The doc seemed really cool. Started to talk to her about pain meds because if we're going to do this again, there's going to have to be something other than the codeine which made him barf the last time. He won't eat ice cream, popsicles, pudding, jello or any of the approved for post-tonsillectomy foods, so I have no freaking clue how this is going to go, but I did talk to her basically begging for pain patches if the need arose. She said they have a whole pain team, in fact, so not to worry, we'd make sure he was OK.
Dropped him off at school. Went to school myself and got some food. Sat down to study Hebrew when I remembered I had a UTI and went to student health. They were pretty cool about the whole FTM thing, but they couldn't do a dipstick on the urine because of the orange color from the pyridium. They looked at it under a microscope and said it looked OK. I assured them I'd had these before and I knew what it felt like. That wasn't good enough for them. While I was there, they tested my BP and it was 120/100. Just in case that's unclear to you, it's oh so not good. SO they made me promise to come back for the rest of the week and have them check it a few more times to see if I need meds. They couldn't do a urine culture, so they let me leave with a promise to being them a sample in the morning sans pyridium so they could check it again and an Rx to fill if i needed.
Fast forward a few hours. Went to see my professor for my human sexuality class of whom I'm very fond to see if he got tenure. He had gotten the letters and let me read them. So cool. So he needed to go to the library to pick up the AV needs for the final presentations today, so I offered to go with him to help him carry stuff. We were walking toward the student union when everything kind of went black and i almost passed out. I grabbed his shoulder, and went back into the classroom to sit down. Took my pulse. 200. Tried to relax. Assured myself that nothign was really wrong. I was bright red and sweaty, but not cold clammy and pale. Sometimes one can learn too much in EMT school.
Sat through class trying to relax, text messaging back and forth with Logan making sure Blake got picked up from daycare. Patrick showed up just as Logan was going to check to see if he was going to show up.
Got Butch, the cute little 19 year old tranny boy in my class to walk me to my car. Figured if I could walk to my car, i could drive it home OK. On the way home I remembered something my EMT instructor said about one of the symptoms of a heart attack was chest pain that you swore wasn't anything wrong.
So, I made sure Blake was OK at home with Patrick and got Logan to come get me and take me to the ER.
EKG was fine, chest xrays and all the enzymes were normal or better than normal. I do have a UTI. I have to go back tomorrow and get this 24 hour monitor thing put on to see if they can figure out what's happening. Then Wednesday I have to go see my regular doctor so she can try to sort it all out.
So, in the face of potentially life-threatening symptoms, I do exercise conservative judgment, but am not unwilling to take care of myself. Tuesday is not a good day to have to leave between one final and another to get hooked up to this thing, but whatever. The worst they can do is fail me, and I'll have a note from the hospital to protest.
I'm hoping that the heart stuff all comes back normal and it's just an anxiety attack or something. Though I didn't feel anxious at the time and was involved in a completely unrelated discussion when all this started.
Anyway, that's my day.
Knew I had to take Blake to the ENT specialist so took a pyridium (this special pill that can make your bladder not hurt when you have an infection, the side effect of which is urine the color of iodine initially that quickly ades to day-glo orange) and took Blake to the ENT.
Looks like the little bugger may have to get his tonsils out and tubes in his ears. WHy didn't they do this when he was 14 months old and they took out his adenoids? Certainly not because I didn't ask. Bitter? Sure. We wil attempt to do a sleep study first, and an ausiology exam. If he can't cooperate with the audio, they'll have to put him under and do it without his cooperation. If they have to put him under, they'll put the tubes in then and maybe do the tonsils. This will all be at UCSF. The doc seemed really cool. Started to talk to her about pain meds because if we're going to do this again, there's going to have to be something other than the codeine which made him barf the last time. He won't eat ice cream, popsicles, pudding, jello or any of the approved for post-tonsillectomy foods, so I have no freaking clue how this is going to go, but I did talk to her basically begging for pain patches if the need arose. She said they have a whole pain team, in fact, so not to worry, we'd make sure he was OK.
Dropped him off at school. Went to school myself and got some food. Sat down to study Hebrew when I remembered I had a UTI and went to student health. They were pretty cool about the whole FTM thing, but they couldn't do a dipstick on the urine because of the orange color from the pyridium. They looked at it under a microscope and said it looked OK. I assured them I'd had these before and I knew what it felt like. That wasn't good enough for them. While I was there, they tested my BP and it was 120/100. Just in case that's unclear to you, it's oh so not good. SO they made me promise to come back for the rest of the week and have them check it a few more times to see if I need meds. They couldn't do a urine culture, so they let me leave with a promise to being them a sample in the morning sans pyridium so they could check it again and an Rx to fill if i needed.
Fast forward a few hours. Went to see my professor for my human sexuality class of whom I'm very fond to see if he got tenure. He had gotten the letters and let me read them. So cool. So he needed to go to the library to pick up the AV needs for the final presentations today, so I offered to go with him to help him carry stuff. We were walking toward the student union when everything kind of went black and i almost passed out. I grabbed his shoulder, and went back into the classroom to sit down. Took my pulse. 200. Tried to relax. Assured myself that nothign was really wrong. I was bright red and sweaty, but not cold clammy and pale. Sometimes one can learn too much in EMT school.
Sat through class trying to relax, text messaging back and forth with Logan making sure Blake got picked up from daycare. Patrick showed up just as Logan was going to check to see if he was going to show up.
Got Butch, the cute little 19 year old tranny boy in my class to walk me to my car. Figured if I could walk to my car, i could drive it home OK. On the way home I remembered something my EMT instructor said about one of the symptoms of a heart attack was chest pain that you swore wasn't anything wrong.
So, I made sure Blake was OK at home with Patrick and got Logan to come get me and take me to the ER.
EKG was fine, chest xrays and all the enzymes were normal or better than normal. I do have a UTI. I have to go back tomorrow and get this 24 hour monitor thing put on to see if they can figure out what's happening. Then Wednesday I have to go see my regular doctor so she can try to sort it all out.
So, in the face of potentially life-threatening symptoms, I do exercise conservative judgment, but am not unwilling to take care of myself. Tuesday is not a good day to have to leave between one final and another to get hooked up to this thing, but whatever. The worst they can do is fail me, and I'll have a note from the hospital to protest.
I'm hoping that the heart stuff all comes back normal and it's just an anxiety attack or something. Though I didn't feel anxious at the time and was involved in a completely unrelated discussion when all this started.
Anyway, that's my day.
