4 weeks ago today i had a a balloon inflated in my left jugular that reportedly restored to normal a 90% blocked blood flow. the events since then have been mostly all good.
the first 3 weeks were filled with daily improvements in my abilities. i was able to stretch further, do more exercises due to increased energy, be more tolerant and (i know this hardly seems possible) i've been nicer to my wife (at least in my little mind).
i had a few seconds of global t v infamy from a couple of on camera interviews. it seems i'm their m.s. person de jour. the latest local who has dared to go afar to be liberated. at least my mom was glad to see me with a 'shave and a haircut'.
at the 3 week mark i started to feel a little bit off my new game. this increased over the weekend as did my anxiety about what was happening. was this the stretched vein closing up? was i only going to get 3 weeks of improvements? was i going to get worse than before? the dreaded black cloud that is m.s. was hovering.
i persevered with our exercise regime but found it more of a struggle daily and started having naps again due to fatigue. i was getting worried and i finally told pam what was happening.
on tuesday evening i had a revelation .... pam probably smacked me upside my head for not telling her sooner .... maybe this isn't a vein thing .... maybe it's more of a vain thing.
i was so focused on my vein issue i had overlooked the familiar symptoms that my vanity is often reluctant to acknowledge. perhaps my old bladder bug nemesis had revisited and .... well .... buggered things up.
on wednesday at 8:30 a.m. pam took my pee sample to our medical center. i had already called ahead and activated their gps (gord's pee scare) response team. at about 3:00 p.m., after my volunteer gig in the personal care wing, i wheeled over to the medical care unit to check on any urinalysis results.
dr j. (jeff wiebe) just happened to be in the reception area as i rolled up. he beckoned me into his office and said those words i have heard so often over the last few years .... it appears you have a bladder infection.
methinks .... rats ....then i say to myself .... hold on there gordo .... this is "good" bad news.
by 4:30 p.m. wednesay i'd started a 10 day course of antibiotics and was already feeling a lot better by thursday evening. i had more energy and was (hard to believe i know) nicer to be near.
we are so blessed with such wonderful medical support in our community .... and (as cactus jack wells used to say) it turned out nice again.
so today i'm 75% back at it after averting one of those rocks in life's roadway.
the quest for getting to texas a.s.a.p. is back on.
hopefully my next post will be 100% positive.
so much for my pee pee crisis.
til then
luego
el gordo
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