Following my adventures in hospital last week, I’ve been trying to get back on an even keel. Progress has been in fits and starts, with a few more fits than I’d have preferred! Still, I’m alive to work at it, which is a very good start.
I’m on a new-fangled anticoagulant medication, because apparently the danger of blood clots in a newly-installed stent is very serious. I’ll be on it for at least a year, and perhaps longer, depending on what my cardiologist decides. (Affording it is going to be a problem; it’s going to cost me hundreds of dollars a month, even with my medical insurance. I may have to settle for an older and much cheaper generic anticoagulant instead, if I can get the cardiologist to agree.)
This is the first time I’ve been prescribed an anticoagulant. I hadn’t realized just how well they work. I scratched the back of my hand yesterday morning – a minor scrape, leaving only a pinprick-size hole. However, the damned thing wouldn’t stop bleeding! I went through four dressings, and I think it’s finally under control, but I’ll have to be careful when I take off the bandage. I don’t want to remove the scab with it, and have to start the whole process all over again. I have some wound coagulant powder and coagulant dressings on order; they should get here later this week. I’m going to keep some of each in both of our vehicles, and more ready for use at home, and in a travel kit for “grab and go” purposes. Bleeding is now a serious hazard for me.
The side effects of the anticoagulant aren’t limited to bleeding. I find myself getting dizzy at any rapid movement, and I’m very short of breath, no matter what I’m doing. It’s difficult to rest properly as a result. I may will have to switch to a different CPAP mask, because a nasal mask no longer allows me to get enough air into my lungs while asleep, so that my mouth opens and I snore, waking my wife. That’s a non-starter. It’s affecting my writing, too. If one’s constantly tired, creativity takes a knock. I’ve written quite a bit since last week, but the quality isn’t good enough to satisfy me (or my readers). I’ll have to see how this develops over the next few weeks.
Still, those complications are relatively minor compared to what might have been. At least I’m alive to complain! There’s a lot to be said for that. I’ll be starting a cardiac rehabilitation program soon, and that should help to stabilize things even more.
Last night, with an Arctic cold front sweeping through and the temperature outside well below freezing, Miss D. and I decided to treat ourselves to extra heat. We lit a fire in the grate, and I cooked up a thick and hearty beef vegetable soup that warmed us from our heads to our toes. There’s something sybaritically luxurious about sitting in front of a fire, enjoying each other’s company, imbibing rich, tasty homemade soup, and looking at a frosty, freezing world outside. We were definitely on the right side of our windows and doors!