I spent this morning doing the last part of a 1.5 week chasing down of one of my immuno-suppressant meds. An immuno-suppressant is something that I can not skip since my white blood cells will then start kicking my heart and wonder what this foreign object is doing in there. It can end very badly.
For 2018 I changed health insurance so everything is new. Like I talked about 2 weeks ago, everything has to be linked up to my old records, new departments and doctors has to be hooked up. Let me just state that my new health service place is great in almost every way this far. I took my, literally, last dose of that particular med this morning and had no more even for my evening dose. I mean literally in the correct sense of the word, not in the “pretty much” way it’s being used these days. I ordered the refill two weeks ago and by this morning it had still not materialized. Last week I checked in, waited at the pharmacy in vain for two hours, called a couple of times etc. So, this morning I got upset. I called and wrote every person involved and luckily, four hours later it was solved. It ate up all my morning work-hours.
I totally understand that things are not perfect, things happen and everyone’s working hard to get things right. Again, I am also incredibly grateful that I even have access to the care I have. However, some health care personnel act as if you’re an ungrateful jerk if you get angry or take them to task over something. As if any attempt of theirs to make things happen should be received with utmost gratitude. I don’t know if there’s some kind of Jesus-like attitude about their work, in that they are doing “the good of the world”. I agree that they are doing a great deed as health care providers, but, it’s a paid career that they chose. If nobody paid them they would most likely not set foot at their hospital or clinic. Just like most other people in other professions. It’s as if I order a ham sandwich at the deli and they hand me tuna casserole. I would complain and they would tell me I should be grateful that I get food. Either way, feel free to rip on me in the comments if you like. I’m happy to hear other angles.
This week talks about my first real dark day after my first surgery. I had managed, with great support from family, friends and staff, to keep a positive attitude during the very serious situation I was in. But, when you’re sleeping your mind goes in whatever way it wants and in my dream I was put back to the time before all my heart issues started. It was really tough to wake up to reality in the morning. I probably had other real downer days after that, but in hindsight, this one stands out.
Thank you so much for stopping by and reading. Hope you all are doing great.
Stefan the curmudgeon
PS. To add to my surly’ness, I just had to ask a lady to not take her dog for a walk in our yard! What???
Ok, let’s re-start again. It turns out it is harder than I thought to get back into the routine of posting new episodes. Things keep falling down in front of me that seem to be more urgent. I deal with those things and suddenly the day is gone, the weeks have passed and a few months are behind me. Deadlines and a set schedule are my friends! (have anyone ever heard that before?)
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On the health end I have been going through two changes of health care insurance (from one provider to Medical and then back to another provider) which meant that for the majority of 2017 I didn’t actually see any doctors or other health care personnel. Everything was up in the air, I was waiting for replies from hospitals and health insurance providers. At the end of the year I got in with a new hospital in San Francisco and one in Oakland. They were all great. We got aligned with my health history, updating blood draws and filling out paper work. When I changed again, I re-started the same procedure and I think I am at the end of wrapping up all the updates.
Either way, it turns out I am doing fine and just needed a few medicine adjustments. No matter what it is though, not matter how much doctors and nurses tell me it’s fine and nothing to worry about, it always makes me uncomfortable on a subtle level. “Why have things changed? Is it for the better or worse? Is my health slowly declining only to crash land in 2-3 years? Of course the doctors are going to tell me not to worry!” To make myself feel better I remind myself that everyone’s health is slowly declining throughout life. Sorry if I bum everyone out, but the best I can do is to enjoy the laundry list of great things I can still do and experience. Ok, enough life coach’ing. That’ll be $40.
This week’s installment talks about not being able to see my kids for about 3-4 weeks straight. The big surprise, stupid as it may seem, was how very quickly I felt very distant from them. For a lot of my life I was planning on going on tour playing music. I’d think it’d be totally fine to have a family and kids, go out for 3-4 months and then come back. No biggie. Obviously people do that all the time, but I was taken aback at seeing how much they seemed to have grown in those few weeks we were apart. They seemed to have developed their vocabulary a whole lot! All of the sudden 3-4 months seemed insane.
Either way, I haven’t had to wrestle with the decision of going or not going on any lengthy tours this far, so I guess that problem has solved itself. However, I’d probably wouldn’t turn down the opportunity should it present itself.
Hope you’re all doing great and thanks for showing interest.
Happy Holidays to everyone and thanks for all the support!
The end of the year always seem to rush up on me, so here we are all of the sudden. I am taking a well needed break and get to spend some quality time with my family. I hope you all are doing something nice for yourselves and get some time to relax.
My new installements have been coming slower this past half year, due to me being more busy with my company, but I am aiming to balance things a bit differently in 2018. I guess I simply need to add more hours to the day. Overall, 2017 was a good year and I am looking forward to an exciting 2018.
Please stay in touch, hug each other and enjoy being alive!
This week talks about family closeness and more time in temp housing. Somebody had to be with me at all times to make sure everything was ok. I was lucky to have my mom come over to the US to help out. Christine had to be home with the kids for most of the time, but, thanks to all the unbelievable help from her parents, was able to come down so we could be together here and there.
I can’t imagine how overwhelming it must have been for Christine and my mom. Christine had to hold up the fort at home, deal with the kids and take care of all the communication and practicalities. My mom who was 69 at the time and had trekked over here on her own. She had to deal with the crisis situation in a foreign country, in a second language, and drive me back and forth to the hospital, to the pharmacy or wherever I needed to go.
Staying in the same room, 24/7, for close to three weeks offered some precious quality time. We talked about our family, old adventures, growing up, my mom’s life history (which is interesting to say the least) and a bunch of other random things. Needless to say that kind of extended time together never happens anymore. With anybody. At the same time, it also awakened the good ol’ parent-kid relationship full force and there a few big blow-outs, sometimes with yelling and tears. It all ended well though and I am certainly lucky to have the families I have around me.
Thanks all for stopping by and reading.
Things are moving on and this week talks about life on the unit and unit walks.
Moving from the ICU to the Cardiovascular unit basically meant more training for life after the hospital, getting in better shape, getting used to the LVAD and all the things that went with it.
My organs and body functions still needed some encouragement to go back as close to normal as possible, and physical activity was a huge part of making that happen. Three walks a day was the minimum. I was lucky (!!!) not to be in any pain so it was fine for me to do this part of recovery. If anything it got severely boring to circle that same place 30 times a day. On the other hand it felt great to notice the improvements and I felt proud over my achievements. The staff was relentlessly encouraging and positive and, again made me feel very special. It is shocking to experience the degradation of ones body and hard to accept the need to limit physical activity. On one of my first walks in the corridors of the hospital I had to eat the humble pie. After insisting, despite the nurse’s warnings, that we keep on going farther and farther away, I had to take several breaks on the way back and at one point I was wondering if I’d make it back at all.
There were some key things with the LVAD that had to be learned and remembered: how to wash the hole where the electric chord went in through my stomach and change the dressing that covered it (not my body in the pic), in what order to connect and disconnect the cables when switching batteries, not to fall asleep without disconnecting the batteries and connect to the wall unit instead. Plenty of things to freak out about, but I had family, friends and hospital staff to support me.
Thanks again for coming by to read and hope you’re all doing well.