Monday, February 6, 2012

A Twisted Tale (Part 2)

My visits to the Orthopedic doctor continued for seven weeks.  Hence the "Desktop."  Going into the seventh week, however, my husband, daughter and son became very concerned.  It was nearly April and Spring had warmed the earth enough so that daytime temps allowed us to enjoy our screened in porch occasionally.  There we were enjoying the afternoon with me in my sweats when my daughter asked me why my ankle on my right leg looked different than the ankle on my left leg.  With all the drugs medication that I was taking, I hadn't even noticed, to tell you the truth.  Making me promise to bring it to the doctor's attention on my Thursday visit was a blessing in disguise. 

Thursday came and I had no ride to the doctor so I did what anyone would do.  I drove myself even though the prescriptions said "Warning:  Do not operate machinery or drive when taking this medication."  But that too was a blessing...that I drove, and made it I mean.  I've been told that if you're on prescription pain killers long enough to begin to function normally, that could be the onset of addiction.

Dropping my sweats so the doctor could examine me before I climbed up on the table for my shots, I mentioned my ankle.  She matter of factly said, "That has nothing to do with your back but I want you to go to the hospital for a test.  You do take hormones, don't you?"  "Yes" was my answer.  I was 53 at that time and had been on HRT for a few years.  Finishing up at the doctor's I climbed in my Wrangler and drove to the local hospital.

The technician finished the ultra sound.  However as I started to sit up, I was being forced to lie down by a nurse who gently said, "Oh no.  You're not going anywhere.  You have a blood clot in the calf of your leg the size of a baseball and are being admitted.  Who shall we contact?"

Stunned from the overwhelming news, hungry from not having anything to eat since breakfast about seven hours earlier, I felt like I was about to pass out.  Perhaps it was nerves but I hated being told I was being admitted.  The next thing I knew I was being strapped to a table, instructed not to get out of bed, had I V poles loaded with fluids being pumped into my port and doctors and nurses poking and prodding me like a pin cushion.

Four days later I was told I would be going home on Monday.  It was the events during those four days that would change my life forever.

to be continued...

13 comments:

Jill said...

Oh my! I have never heard of such a large blood clot. How scary.

MorningAJ said...

I would have been terrified!

mybabyjohn/Delores said...

Holy crow...you are taking us on one roller coaster ride here. The things you have been through!!

dr momi said...

good grief....what else???

Sandra said...

this is scary even though i know you are ok now. my friend in Savannah has several in her legs now.

TexWisGirl said...

good lord, jp!

Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said...

Blood clots are soooo scary! I'm glad they caught it!

Inger said...

I'm waiting for the next chapter!

EmptyNester said...

Those things are scary! I thought I had one a couple of years ago but it was a Baker's cyst. Thankfully. I'm intrigued about the rest of the story...

laurak@forestwalkart said...

uh oh. i read part one...hoping for a part 2 happy ending...but, as usual...your the queen of cliff hangers!!
anyway...sounds pretty scary...those blood clots are surely not to be fooled with!

Carol L McK said...

Be well ~ be happy ~ You are okay now? ~ namaste, Carol ^_^

Ann said...

oh my, what a scary day that was. I'm going to assume that it got even scarier before it was over.

Nancy @ A Rural Journal said...

No HRT for me, thanks. My mom was on it for years and she has had numerous related health issues. I'm so glad they caught this in time, JP. Scary stuff.

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