I have some sort of lung disease. I can’t walk around without getting dizzy, lightheaded and feeling like I’m going to fall down. I spend all day in my recliner and I feel just fine. As long as I am home in my recliner, I feel fine. I’m used to it.
I feel fine as long as I don’t have to go to the doctor. It was a big production number to go to the doctor – Oxygen bottle as big as an upright vacuum cleaner and a wheelchair, and a lot of stress.
I had to go to the lung specialist yesterday. When I get to the doctor, they send me someplace else to get a chest x-ray of my lungs. They wheel me in my chair and tell me to stand up. I tell them that if I stand up I will pass out.
Oh, it won’t take long, just stand up. So, I stood up. Then I got lightheaded and started to black out, then, rather then fall down and risk breaking a hip, I sat down. Hun, you have to stand up, we need to get a chest x-ray. I can’t stand up, I told you! Please get me stool or something! Finally, they agree to get me a stool and they got me an x-ray.
Then the x-ray nurse says what’s wrong with you? I said, that’s what I’m here to find out, well, what are your symptoms. I pointed to the oxygen tank and said I can’t breath. Well, what is causing it? Finally I asked is this a psych evaluation? What the heck is going on? Oh, I just need to tell the radiologist what to look for. Well, maybe you should ask my doctor that.
After I get to the doctor and he says the same thing over and over again without examining me, I tell him I’m going to leave – I am really frustrated and stressed out and I can’t take this right now. (Being short of oxygen makes me cranky) Finally, he examines me – puts clamps on my finger to test oxygen and then finally tells me he has concluded that I feel fine as long as I’m sitting down, and to use the oxygen when I’m walking.
Well, duh. Thanks Doc, but I already knew that.
A couple of days ago, on Tuesday, I wrote this as a comment in a blog:
I just came home from a wild ride on very icy roads. Here’s the deal, I’ve been having severe nose bleeds for the last couple of days. That is not good, because I’m on oxygen. My hubby is scared out of his wits. He does not like seeing that much blood coming out of his wife.
About two hours ago, I was sitting here typing, and my nose started bleeding really badly, again. Per my hubby’s instructions, I called him, and he came home. (Fortunately, God put him in a job just down the street) So, he picked me up, and we started towards the emergency clinic, since my own doctor couldn’t fit me in.
The roads are treacherous and very scary for somebody in the passenger seat. Anyway, we got to the emergency clinic, and my hubby wheeled me inside. I can walk OK, but the lack of oxygen makes me weak, lightheaded, and liable to fall down. So, we recently bought a used wheelchair to use when I leave the house (which is rarely)
So, we get inside the emergency clinic, and they want me to fill out forms. I can’t breathe, one, because my oxygen is not up my nose, and two because I am holding my nose, and covering my mouth so blood won’t drain out. THEN, on top of that, I think I had a panic attack, or something. I started shaking all over. Having no oxygen in your brain makes you do strange things.
Then, they said, they can’t help me, I have to go to the hospital. (my doctor couldn’t see me, the emergency clinic can’t see me, and it’s very icy, scary roads) Then I started begging my hubby, please sweetie, just take me home. He said, no you have to go to the hospital, I said, please take me home. And so on.
So, here I am, back in my recliner. My nose FINALLY stopped bleeding, and my hubby FINALLY took me home. I’m still not wearing my oxygen, but I feel pretty good right now. My hubby went back to the office, reluctantly.
So now, I’m home with my pets. They are very good therapy. Penny, my sweet cockatiel, is asleep on the armrest. Nicki, one of my three mutts, is taking a nap, Rufus is eating, the parakeets and Jonah, my other cockatiel, are asleep, also. Princess Cujo is wandering around aimlessly, poor little thing. Everything is normal here at home.
When I don’t feel good, I just want to be home. The LAST place I want to be when I don’t feel good is at the doctor, or emergency clinic or hospital. Especially not when there are ice roads.
In case you missed my point, I don’t like going to the doctor.
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