Medical Update - Welcome to My World

Welcome to my world! Today we are still in the hospital on the 3rd floor with all the wonderful telemetry equipment. I have the cool blow-up leggings to reduce the canckles and tree-trunks to saplings, and I have 6 blown-out IV's and 1 good one. And of course - the wonderful heart monitor, which seems to beep continually in another room where I cannot hear it - but it seems to send the lovely staff scurrying.

I try really hard not to be a pill or bad patient, because I know what it's like to be on the other side too. Right now I'm radioactive and I can't be within six feet of my own children for the next few days. I'll get even more radiation tomorrow to finish off the nuclear stress test on my heart and hopefully figure out how it can pump so hard and strongly but not manage to keep my blood pressure up without steroids. In addition, there is a full battery of endocrine tests to be run and Dr. Tandron has taken an active interest in my case after perusing the case files going back about 15 years. She had no idea how interesting a patient I was going to be until she started perusing the dossier, but I'm also a human and not a circus freak or oddity to be poked, prodded, or exhibited for amusement or education even (Unless I get a really cool motorcycle for my willingness to demean myself). I managed to get a shower today - the bagged arm with the IV is distinctly a different color than the washed parts of my body and I'm enjoying that. I smell fabulous and the staff have all stopped to sniff the wonderful scent of bay rum wafting out my door. It amazing what getting clean and smelling descent can do for you ability to face adversity. I think I finally understand the 300 Spartans that washed their hair and preened before the battle - a act which gave the Persians the reversed idea about the type of enemy they were now facing. Tomorrow morning, I will be in tests until after lunch. No food, since if they find the problem and it looks easy to fix - they'll "stop-and-stint me" methinks. Overall, I'm trying to keep mu sense of humor up and I am praying very hard that this ordeal comes to a resolution soon, maybe even one with a better prognosis than I have been privileged with until now.

You Will Never Guess where I am Blogging From

Ideally, I am thinking that every hospital in the US should offer free High-Speed Internet Service. Without that amenity I am rediscovering the "Joy's of Dial up!". But what pray tell got me here? You would have never guessed that either - as an insulin dependent diabetic who has been laboring furiously to control my blood pressure - it would seem that somehow I had an unexpected success, and for reasons unknown as yet my blood pressure dropped down to 50 something over 30 something This led to me crashing down into a fleshy heap, on brick paving right outside the Catholic church where I had just provided the music for the Charismatic Prayer Service. I remember standing then I was on the bricks and sure I had broken, or at least bruised a rib or two. After some belligerence on my part, I found myself in the Hospital ER - Where the the crowd of Doctors and Nurses roared "Let the Games BEGIN!". Overall, they did a wonderful job of figuring out a way to stabilize me before my ticker tocked. I'll be here until they can keep me stable outside of a hospital setting - hopefully by finding out what secret endocrine process is causing this - or is it really my ticker going out? Check in later for the news as it happens, and as I am capable of dialing in a posting it.