Month: September 2020

That Night the Bogeyman Came for a Visit …

I want to thank you all for your support and putting up with some of my silliness on the blog these past few weeks. Laurie figured out my goal was also to entertain myself. It worked – really helped to pass the time.

I have tried to give you a flavor of what it was like to be locked in the Spa for so long, to share how supportive Lou was, and to describe a little about the impact of Covid-19 on the staff. I kept an upbeat attitude, partly because that is my nature. But also because I wasn’t going to worry or panic until we knew what was going on.

I wasn’t always in a Zen state, and I would like to share a story that shows I was capable of freaking out, of letting anxiety get the upper hand. To set the stage for this tale, you need to understand my mindset during the first week of this adventure. . The doctors and nurses in our local ER made it clear my situation was serious – “this is the highest creatinine number I have ever seen,” “we need to transport you to a hospital with kidney specialists”.  OK, I  kind of had the big picture, but wasn’t too concerned. I mean, I didn’t  feel all that bad, just hadn’t been able to keep anything down for a week or so. 

The first days at Maine Medical in Portland – aka the Spa – are a bit of a blur.  We weren’t getting much communication, and the doctors seemed not to know what was going on. I was prepped for dialysis by getting a catheter installed in my chest.  I immediately felt better after the first dialysis session. I made a conscious decision not to google kidney failure, high creatinine values, can dialysis be temporary?,  can kidney function recover?, or anything else related to my situation.

We – meaning Lou and I – were pretty frustrated by the end of Week One. Is there going to be a kidney biopsy or not?  If so, why are we waiting – is it a scheduling issue, or is it something to do with me?  We were told they couldn’t do the biopsy because my platelets were low, and that increases the risk of bleeding. Low platelets happened sometimes after dialysis, and not something to be overly concerned about. It could take four or five days for the platelets to return. In the meantime, I had more dialysis treatments and felt better every day.  The doctors said my lab results, the ones  indicative of kidney function, were improving, and … the most scientific measure of all – I was starting to pee more – confirming these lazy ass kidneys might be waking up.

On August 28, eleven days after arrival, we finally got some more specific information; fortunately Lou was visiting when we got the update.  A specialized lab test result came back and showed I had H.I.T. – Heparin Induced Thrombocytopenia. WTF is H.I.T.?  Apologies for the cursing slang, but this is indicative of the mood at the time. H.I.T. is an allergic reaction between antibodies in my blood and the heparin used to reduce clotting risk during dialysis. It apparently occurs in less than one percent of patients treated with heparin.  Then comes the kicker – treatment involves a continuous IV of an anticoagulant for five – yes five days. (There was another f-word in there when I heard this news.)  Even I understood this meant five more days in lockdown. 

We were assured this was treatable and would have no long lasting effects.  Dr. M also explained they would be transitioning me to an oral anticoagulant – warfarin, also known as coumadin. The risk was developing a DVT – deep vein thrombosis – in the extremities, a blood clot in the lungs, and so on.  I don’t claim to have perfect recall of this conversation.

The stage is set.  My kidneys might be recovering, but they still don’t know what caused the initial failure.  They are wishy washy about doing the kidney biopsy.  We are just going to trudge along in the Spa for at least 5 f’ing days more and see what happens.

Friday,  August 28, Day 11 –  a fun visit with Lou, the consult with Dr. M, and a relaxing afternoon.  Turkey Tips for dinner. I had calmed down about the five more day announcement.  About 9pm, I get an email from my MaineHealth App. Clicking shows I have been scheduled for some type of Vascular appointment at 9:00pm.  My thought- oh boy, these people really don’t know what is going on. A procedure at 9 pm?  Nah, just another scheduling mishap. 

My nurse comes in … “your chariot is here …”  

Me – “Huh? Where am I going? Why am I going?”

Nurse: “Not sure.”

Me:  Imaginary Brain begins to take over Logical Brain.  WTF is going on?  Is something wrong?  Did a lab test show something wrong?  Do I have a blood clot?  Why hasn’t Lou sent his usual good night text message? Did they call him, and is he on his way? WTF is going on?


I was overreacting, but the feelings were real at the time.  I proceeded to get on the stretcher and get wheeled down 5 floors and through the deep dark  halls of the basement. All the time, vacillating between anxious and being pissed off.  We enter the radiology/imaging department and they park me next to a room with a Cat Scan machine.  Imaginary Brain .. “cat scan – is that how you check for blood clots, aneurysms, WTF …”

A tech comes out from a different room … wheels me in and I ask what is happening.  He says he would be doing an ultrasound check for clots in my lower extremities.

Me: “is this a routine check or are you looking for something specific?  No one told me I was having this procedure.”

Tech: “same thing happened to another patient earlier this week.  Don’t worry, we will be done in less than half an hour.”

The tech proceeded to do ultrasound on both feet and legs.  I asked if I was going to live, and received a non-commital positive response. They finished up, and a transporter came to wheel me back to my room.  We go up 5 floors in the elevator, and as we circle around to my room, my vision goes blurry – I start seeing pink spots … yes, pink.  Am I bleeding out? WTF is going on? The nurses check my blood pressure – 195 over something – too high.  Was it from the ride in the elevator, or from me just being anxious and upset?  I get back in my bed and they watch me – I calm down and vision comes back to normal.

My night nurse, Devon, lets me rant and talks me down.  I am still stewing, but calming down.  I am still worried about Lou.  So finally, at midnite I call him … I didn’t go through the whole saga, just said I was worried because he didn’t say goodnight as usual, and I thought he might have fallen asleep downstairs.  Nope, he had just fallen asleep early, snug in the bed with the pups, getting a really good sleep ‘til the phone rang.  Oops, maybe this is when he started wondering about the Return Policy … In his morning text, he said just the the right thing …

When the medical doctor came in the next morning, I did lay out a few comments about their lack of communication and scaring an old lady. Apologies were made, and they explained the ultrasound was a routine procedure 
to determine how long I would be on warfarin when I left the hospital.

If you have read this far, you are probably thinking, “Dang, this woman can go on, making a mountain of a molehill.”  True.  I overreacted.  In my defense, it is just possible this Anxiety Attack had been building over the past weeks. I could have saved myself a lot of aggravation by doing one simple thing.  I should have just sat on my bed and refused to go anywhere until I knew where and why.  A doctor had entered the order shortly before, 9pm, so someone had to be around who could have answered.  That is my story and I am sticking to it!




A Smoothie Kind of Day

Lou served up a delicious pineapple-raspberry smoothie today for breakfast:

And, let me share last night’s delicious dinner. Lou made a tasty cheese risotto with pork medallions, onions and green beans. It was awesome. 

Notice, I didn’t even need pepper for this flavorful feast.

Be Safe!

Back to Normal

Lou was up early, so he took Stitch out. I slept in a bit, then came down and took Natasha out. Of course, Stitch had to go too.  It was foggy as we headed up the driveway.

Oh – I stopped at the pretty flower. I guess deer don’t like hydrangeas.

What is this? An autumn leaf already?

Finally, we reached our final destination:

An indelicate photo – but perfectly fitting for a greeting card celebrating 2020 – the year that can’t end too soon!

Be Safe!


Another Good Day

Lou took me into town for lab tests – results back and all good. The indicators for kidney function continue to improve. My Warfarin result showed a little high by the INR test, so my dosages have been adjusted. Have been in communication with our primary care physician, Dr. B, so everything is going as it should.

We are going to skip pictures of monkey hands, IV bruises and bad selfies. Instead, I would like to share some beautiful flowers. Our friends from Florida – Ira and Kim sent a gorgeous bouquet. The following pics all come from this one bouquet. It is different when you view it from different angles.

There you go, some beauty in this crazy summer.

Be Safe!

Lou Asks, “I Wonder What the Return Policy is …”

So very happy to see Lou’s smiling face yesterday, come to carry me home:

He had tried several routes to and from the Spa, and picked the most scenic for our drive home. It was a beautiful day, very little traffic, and just an all around relaxing ride (at least for me).

We are driving along, and Lou starts to chuckle. He looks at me and says, “I wonder how the Return Policy works?” Haha. Once again, everyone is a comedian. We both started laughing and I thought we might have to pull over. I guess it just hit him- I was coming home and would soon be bossing him around again. Or maybe he had other nefarious thoughts…

We saw quite a few areas where the leaves are already starting to turn. Must be the drought and hotter than usual summer.

And we saw a bunch of turkeys – big ones and babies too:

As reported yesterday, we arrived home safe and sound with the pups in tow. Life is good!

After a rest, I went through the sack-o-pills I had been given by the hospital pharmacy (given, as in paid for with my VISA). As I was matching them up with my discharge instructions, I noticed one was missing. There was no warfarin (also called Coumadin).

This is probably the most important medication on my list. The purpose of the warfarin is to make sure blood clotting occurs if I cut my finger off or something (did you hear the story about Lou ending up in the ER when he jammed a screwdriver in his 🖐 after heart surgery?)

The dosage is adjusted to make sure the clotting response is appropriate, and I am supposed to get tested on Tuesday. I didn’t want to miss a daily dose of warfarin if it could be avoided.

INR) testing is well established as an integral part of warfarin treatment. INR has a critical role in maintaining the warfarin response within a therapeutic range, to provide the benefits of anticoagulation, while avoiding the risks of haemorrhage 

It is now 5:50pm and our Walgreens Pharmacy closes at 6pm. Frenetic phone calls ensued and nothing was resolved. I might have told the pharmacist, “so nobody cares if I just bleed out ?“…Yeah, not my finest moment, and I will be apologizing for that remark. We decided to just go to our local ER (the same one Lou went to when he jammed a screwdriver in his 🖐)

Lou picks up his keys, not happy, but willing to take me to the ER. As we start to go out the door, my phone rings. STOP !!! The Portland Pharmacy is going to courier the warfarin to our house. It arrived by 8:30 pm and mini-crisis avoided. I do want to add – I should have checked the meds from the pharmacy against my discharge instructions before leaving the hospital; if not then, certainly well before 5:30 PM.

I will say, Lou looked a little disappointed. Perhaps he had planned to test the Return Policy once we got to the Waldo County ER …

We will check in tomorrow, as usual.

Be Safe !!!

Home !!!

We made it safely. More to come later.

We picked up the dogs, and they were happy to see me, but not viral video happy … it was more like, “Oh good, our people are now all here.”  They have been staying close, and looking for cookies  

I am delighted to be home, and it was very nice of Lou to pick me up 🥰

I will check in tomorrow.  Of course, we are now on the barely working internet at home, compared to the real internet at the spa. 

Be Safe!