Catching up a bit

I went to meet with a nutritionist on Thursday. He had me in for a pretty big test (full body bone density test) immediately, but then told me that it "never happened" because my insurance won't cover it. He said that he can tell my body fat percentage by my bone density, but it came back as 51%. Now, I don't know what the "normal" percentage is, but I am thinking that in my case, this test is not all that accurate. I am NOT saying that I am not fat, what I am saying is that this is not ALL fat. 100lbs in about 3 days, remember. 100lbs of fluid. Anyway, I don't really know what to think right now, but I am trying to keep an open mind becuase he seems like he wants to know what is going on and help me. He was not given any medical history on me, so I stopped him and filled him in a bit before anything else. I have an appointment with him in a month, and he asked "How much do you think you can lose in a month?" and I said "I really don't know, I could lose 20 in a week and gain 30 in an hour- there is no rhyme or reason to any of this." We shall see, I guess. (I think my weigh-in at that appointment was 244lbs.)


Later that day, I got a call DIRECTLY from my endocrinologist regarding some blood work that "should have been flagged a couple of weeks ago" and got some good advice for the follow-up with my PCP. What she said was that my white count is high. It has been consistently high for a while. She understands why some doctors would blow this off as being nothing to worry, but given the circumstances, she feels it needs to be investigated. She also said that I should not discuss my diabetes with my PCP at my appointment, because I need to focus on why I was hospitalized and such. She said to bring up the white count, and that we'd deal with moving forward with diabetes things the next time I see her (which is relatively soon).

Also later that day, I was at a rehearsal and I was overcome with extreme sharp pain again. I could not hold back the tears. It was brutal. I hadn't been taking my pain medicine (I tend to try to not take anything extra on top of the huge cocktail of stuff I am required to take..) and I didn't have any with me. Luckily, one of my friends gave me a ride home. I took pain medicine and slept for a short while before it was time to get going to see the PCP.

The PCP took blood for a potassium level check, since it had been low at the hospital. She also wants me to see a hematologist. I have to check with her and see if that will be set up through her office or if she has someone that she wants me to call.

Brief update

I never heard back about the MRSA swab, so I can only assume that either it wasn't MRSA, or the blood that they swabbed did not have anything in it (they weren't able to get any of the pus type stuff out of the mess on my back/neck/shoulders).
I have finished the Clindamycin and some of the rash does seem to have gone away, so that is good.
I saw the endocrinologist and she seems very nice.
She lowered my dose of Lantus by 10 untits and put me on plain Humalog as opposed to the 75/25 mix, and I am now taking that a few times a day. (with meals)
I have lost between 7-10lbs on the Lasix so far, so here's hoping that it continues to work...
I did see my old new PCP on Monday, so that was good, despite there being a crazy crowd at the office. She said that the bloodwork the endo took showed that my vitamin D was low, so she prescribed vitamin D, and she re-tested the Potassium level because Lasix can make thise levels low and I'd only just begun when I saw the endo. We shall see.
I am still swollen, still in pain, but I am still plugging along hoping, and searching for answers.

Floating away... if only...

So I swelled up some more, and it got so brutally painful.
The skin problem spead and worsened and became unbearable and I could barely even sit in a normal chair, let alone get up and down like a "normal person".
We'd gone to a show earlier in the day, and as I sat down in the seat, my calves brushed against the front of the seat and folded over themselves, in a sense, and just... I don't even know how to describe it, but it hurt like hell and for quite a long time.
I was much worse when we got back to my place and finally I gave in and said that I needed to go to the hospital.
They did seem to listen more than in the past, I will give them that. They also admitted that they could see and feel the fluid in me.
They took a urine sample and a chest x-ray. Taking blood was quite a fiasco. I was stuck 2 or 3 times in my left arm and they couldn't get anything. Same with the right. So they came back after my x-ray and went for the artery in my right wrist... fun, yes? Ugh. They tried a few times there and wriggled the thing about a bit while I was told to NOT MOVE WHATEVER YOU DO!!! and still nothing. Yes, I am that damn swollen. Then they tried the artery in the left wrist, and finally, after wriggling about and taking around 15 minutes or so for 3 vials of blood, they were done with it.
Nothing really came of it.
The doctor did try to swab the nastiness on my neck/back for MRSA. There was no pus or anything at this point, but he lanced one and is culturing the blood. That can take a couple of days, I am told.
I was given a prescription for Lasix (40mg) and Clindamicin (antibiotic) and sent home. What I don't understand is why they gave me only 15 days worth of Lasix and why they are using the same dosage which has proven useless in the past. Oh, and I also don't get why they didn't give me any while I was there... do they EXPECT me to live near a 24 hour phanrmacy?!

This morning, my old PCP called. (I had left her a voice mail last week after the new one screamed at me) I have an appointment with her on Monday morning, so here's hoping I can get there. (I left initially because I moved a fair distance from her office, but now that I can't walk the mile to my new, local, abusive PCP's office due to mobility deteriorating, I guess its kind of moot now, isn't it?) Here's hoping things get a bit more organized.

Tomorrow I see an endocrinologist for the first time in many, may years.
Thursday, more lasers.

Okay because my life needs more confusion...

I don't think I mentioned that on my most recent appointment wit my PCP (April 27th) my mother had to take me what with the being very swollen and the eye surgery 2 days prior and the still being in pain from the car accident where the airbags didn't deploy.... anyway, some other people also came along because they didn't really have a choice.
The nurse/secretary was NOT happy about this and was rude and nasty and allowed me in for my noon appointment at nearly 2pm (while keeping a 10 month old and a woman with MS waiting with me) The PCP supposedly swabbed me to check for MRSA, but I have not received any results, nor have I been able to get taken off hold to get any answers (this woman is the only person who handles anything, it seems)
So on the 12th of May, I got a piece of mail from a collection agency supposedly about a bill for $34 from the PCP. I had never gotten a bill, nor should I, because I am insured, and disabled. There was no "date of service" on the bill and the agency did not answer, and had a fake v oicemail. Ironically enough, the agency number and the PCP number are only one digit off...hrmmmm....
Anyway, on the 13th of May, I got a hand-addressed envelope from the Dr.;s office and inside was a bright orange paper that said it was a notice of small claims trial to be filed within 30 days if I didn't pay the $34. Let me tell you, I am NOT paying the money. I do not owe it, and I was never sent an actual BILL, so they can spend the well-more-than-34-dollars it will cost them to take my disabled ass to court so I can watch them lose.
I called and had the doctor paged and asked him what was going on, and he stated that he would find out and let me know what was going on tomorrow, which would be today, and given that it is 7:11pm now I am fairly certain he isn't going to do jack shit.
I am going to have to type up a letter and send it certified and get this matter addressed. The whole thing is just ridiculous.

On Tuesday (I think) I get to travel for like 5 hours on public transit to pee in a cup and come back home. Such a good use of my time...

I would really like to know what is going on with the tests that they took while I was at my appointment on the 5th of May. Nothing accute doesn't mean nothing to report. I need to know what is going on and it is my damn right to know what is going on.

I actually left a voicemail with Johns Hopkins Hospital at 12:48am last night/this morning because I am that damn desperate for answers. I left another one today. How would I get to Baltimore if they thought they could actually do something? I have no idea, but I will cross that bridge if and when I ever get to it.

Yo-yo-ing again.

It seems to be the favourite game of the medical profession.
To use me as a yo yo and not give me any answers at all.

I had laser eye surgery on my left eye on Wednesday. They gave me percocet before the procedure this time to lessen the pain during the procedure, and the doctor did not wipe out the gel from my eye afterward to avoid me getting another corneal abrasion. I was also given a prescription for Acular just as a precautionary measure. I should be getting a phone call from the office about setting up one more surgery for the right eye, and then I will have to have an office visit because he is not sure if they will be able to treat 100% of the vessels due to the fact that I have cataratcs. I've had cataracts for over 10 years, mind you, and they do not affect my vision, according to the doctor, but it affects the laser's ability to get to the blood vessels, I guess, and I am assuming that is what has to be disgussed.

On Thursday, I had a regular gyn appointment and my doctor was shocked at my weight gain and inability to move and at the brief synopsis of what I have been through. He said when I was there 3 times ago, I was 170lbs, when I was there in October, I was 212 (this was when this was all starting to get really, really bad- it started on May 9th, 2008 to be precise) and he had me logged as 245lbs for that day, but that was being generous. I am more like 250lbs and it is scary as all get out. He did his exam and then told me that I should go to the urgent care walk-in because they would be able to send me to someone who could help, or at least point me in the right direction. Sadly, after waiting through registration, and then waiting again to be traiged and such, I was told to "go to the ER" even though I explained that I have in fact BEEn to the ER many times and I am always told that I need to leave because I "won't die today". Well excuse me if I'd like to get this taken care of BEFORE I get to the point of being at the day where I AM there because I am about to die...

I went home. Nothing more I can do. I have a nephrology appointment with an "associate"of the "colleague" of the nephrologist I saw a couple of weeks ago who wanted me to get the "second opinion" tomorrow morning. I don't know what to expect, but I hope for the best.

I also have an appointment with my PCP on Tuesday. I don't expect much from that at all. Here's hoping though.