And in the "Things Just Keep Getting Better Category..."
I just lost my unemployment benefits. Apparently I didn't understand that they were going to run out so soon. I can file an appeal but I'm not really that hopeful.
Waiting for the locusts.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
Clot News
Doesn't the title just sound gross? Well the idiot hematologist I saw called me this past SUNDAY AFTERNOON. Dropped a nice little bomb on me. Seems one of my clotting factors, called Factor viii is still really high. He basically had no answers for me. Doesn't seem to think it was the Yaz birth control pill. He seems to think I have some inherited blood clotting disorder. Why it showed up in me at 42 and has shown up in no one else in my family doesn't seem to concern him.
Needless to say I was, and am, dismayed. Let's face it. I thought this whole thing would be over in 6 mos to a year and I was sure it was the Yaz birth control pill. I still think the Yaz had something to do with it. But my Factor viii shouldn't be high. I have made an appointment with another hematologist for a second set of tests an another opinion. But it looks like I will be on blood thinners for a long, long time. I think I'm going to have to get one of those nifty medical bracelets. Seriously. Luckily they have them so they look pretty fashionable now. But still.
I know, it could be worse. I was living in a big bubble of denial that I could get off this drug. EVERY SINGLE DRUG YOU TAKE - from an antacid to a vitamin to an antidepressant interferes with it. Antibiotics totally screw you up. I have to have my blood tested constantly. And don't get me started on the eating restrictions. NO GREENS!
But what's the alternative? God knows I can't have another clot. I have the appointment with the new doctor on April 1st. How appropriate. I only wish this was all a joke, instead of "Hey you may have an inherited blood clotting disorder!"
On top of all the other fun things going on, it's the icing on the cake.
BTW, I deleted my last post because my brother managed to freak me out that somehow, someway, my professor would see it. There's no way in Hell she could ever find this blog, but he got me so paranoid I just took it off here.
The class is still Hell. I am making out about 300 resumes. I'm not kidding.
Doesn't the title just sound gross? Well the idiot hematologist I saw called me this past SUNDAY AFTERNOON. Dropped a nice little bomb on me. Seems one of my clotting factors, called Factor viii is still really high. He basically had no answers for me. Doesn't seem to think it was the Yaz birth control pill. He seems to think I have some inherited blood clotting disorder. Why it showed up in me at 42 and has shown up in no one else in my family doesn't seem to concern him.
Needless to say I was, and am, dismayed. Let's face it. I thought this whole thing would be over in 6 mos to a year and I was sure it was the Yaz birth control pill. I still think the Yaz had something to do with it. But my Factor viii shouldn't be high. I have made an appointment with another hematologist for a second set of tests an another opinion. But it looks like I will be on blood thinners for a long, long time. I think I'm going to have to get one of those nifty medical bracelets. Seriously. Luckily they have them so they look pretty fashionable now. But still.
I know, it could be worse. I was living in a big bubble of denial that I could get off this drug. EVERY SINGLE DRUG YOU TAKE - from an antacid to a vitamin to an antidepressant interferes with it. Antibiotics totally screw you up. I have to have my blood tested constantly. And don't get me started on the eating restrictions. NO GREENS!
But what's the alternative? God knows I can't have another clot. I have the appointment with the new doctor on April 1st. How appropriate. I only wish this was all a joke, instead of "Hey you may have an inherited blood clotting disorder!"
On top of all the other fun things going on, it's the icing on the cake.
BTW, I deleted my last post because my brother managed to freak me out that somehow, someway, my professor would see it. There's no way in Hell she could ever find this blog, but he got me so paranoid I just took it off here.
The class is still Hell. I am making out about 300 resumes. I'm not kidding.
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