Tuesday, April 10, 2007
2.5(Barium) + [1(stab) + contrast] + DQ = (S1x - S2y)/washcloth
It only took one poke for the I.V. to go in yesterday; I was shocked.
Seriously, that never happens. Often even when the I.V. does go in, the vein completely collapses when they try to get a "return". I have no idea what that means, because I can't look at it sticking out of my hand/arm/wherever and usually have my eyes clenched shut when they are doing something involving pointy stabby things.
I do not know when I will have the results; typically Lita gives them to me at the next appointment. So possibly this means next Tuesday, at which point I will find out if my treatment regimen will be completely overhauled. I will find out if my liver is twice the size it's supposed to be (presumably not; one ought to be able to palpate such a thing).
Yesterday after my appointment, I was very cold. The Dairy Queen Blizzard probably didn't help, but we had to stop at Blockbuster on the way home and there was a DQ right there. After Brian left for class, I got even more unbelievably cold. I sat in the living room with the hood on my sweater up, a down throw on my legs, a chenille blanket wrapped around my shoulders. I tried to knit, but when my hands started shaking, I decided to go to bed. So I went to bed with all my layers on, my hood up, and actually pulled the comforter up, which I never do because I'm always too hot at night (thanks, premature menopause). The only part of my body which was warm was my face, so I warmed my hands on it, which will probably do nothing whatsoever to help my acne.
After sleeping a few hours, I woke up burning and started pulling things off. I also started hallucinating and had this very bizarre and abstract idea that I was breathing in different units of a three-dimensional shape than what one normally breathes in, and that without being able to breathe out the non-normal shape, it would build up in my lungs, overwhelm the other shape, and I'd never cool down.
Yes, I hallucinate geometry. Having mathematician parents was destined to wreak havoc with my psyche eventually.
A cold washcloth turned out to be the antidote (to feeling hot, if not to math).
Seriously, that never happens. Often even when the I.V. does go in, the vein completely collapses when they try to get a "return". I have no idea what that means, because I can't look at it sticking out of my hand/arm/wherever and usually have my eyes clenched shut when they are doing something involving pointy stabby things.
I do not know when I will have the results; typically Lita gives them to me at the next appointment. So possibly this means next Tuesday, at which point I will find out if my treatment regimen will be completely overhauled. I will find out if my liver is twice the size it's supposed to be (presumably not; one ought to be able to palpate such a thing).
Yesterday after my appointment, I was very cold. The Dairy Queen Blizzard probably didn't help, but we had to stop at Blockbuster on the way home and there was a DQ right there. After Brian left for class, I got even more unbelievably cold. I sat in the living room with the hood on my sweater up, a down throw on my legs, a chenille blanket wrapped around my shoulders. I tried to knit, but when my hands started shaking, I decided to go to bed. So I went to bed with all my layers on, my hood up, and actually pulled the comforter up, which I never do because I'm always too hot at night (thanks, premature menopause). The only part of my body which was warm was my face, so I warmed my hands on it, which will probably do nothing whatsoever to help my acne.
After sleeping a few hours, I woke up burning and started pulling things off. I also started hallucinating and had this very bizarre and abstract idea that I was breathing in different units of a three-dimensional shape than what one normally breathes in, and that without being able to breathe out the non-normal shape, it would build up in my lungs, overwhelm the other shape, and I'd never cool down.
Yes, I hallucinate geometry. Having mathematician parents was destined to wreak havoc with my psyche eventually.
A cold washcloth turned out to be the antidote (to feeling hot, if not to math).
Labels: Brian, CT scan, Dad, IV, Lita, liver, mom
