I’m slowly getting used to the hospital routine. Having someone wake me up multiple times during the night when I finally succeed in going to sleep is my new normal routine. I completed my first full day in the hospital, and I’m not certain that there isn’t a point on my body that hasn’t been poked, prodded, or tested.
I’m not really complaining, just trying to record my memories and impressions of things as they speed past. I’m grateful that I’m not sedated to the point of not noticing anything around me, and also grateful for the care that I’m being given. I can’t say enough positive things about the staff here, they have been excellent to me all through this ordeal.
Im not sure what the second day of September has in store for me. The adventure continues. My shortness of breath is still somewhat of a mystery. Probable causes are being eliminated one by one as each new test is completed. Blood clots seem to have been ruled out as a cause. COPD is the newest front runner candidate as far as I know. I am still on oxygen, and it was also found that the blood pressure medication I’ve been taking was just plain ineffective. A change to that resulted in my blood pressure dropping 40 points back into the normal range.
I already told the doctors that I’m perfectly willing to change any other medication that I take in order to get things better.