I have a confession to make--I am a rebel patient. In other words, I'm not a very patient patient. Just ask Spence--he'll tell you. I am terrible about taking medicine. I hate anything that I have to drink, and make quite a big deal (I guess I must really grimace when I take it) of having to drink anything. For so long, I haven't been able to take pills, and now that I can, I still have problems swallowing some of them. I think part of it is in my head from all that time of not being able to keep anything down--I still worry that I will be able to.
Earlier this week, I couldn't stop from sleeping. It was like I had a sleeping sickness. I've felt that way with the C-Dif before, but I've been taking medicine for a while, so that shouldn't be the problem. We even have guys here working on our roof, and I can sleep through all that pounding--I am pathetic!! In the last couple of days, I've tried to stay up more--I'm even doing a few things around the house--some wash, some dishes, etc. It makes Spence feel like he's not doing everything himself. (he does get help from the kids, but still ends up doing a lot of stuff himself.)
They are still trying to balance my cumadin levels--I guess it's a pretty tricky thing. However, now when we go to have blood tests, we go to a much smaller clinic that no one knows about--that 3-hour wait was just TOO long! At this one, they get us in in about 20 minutes--it's great.
Tomorrow we go to see the surgeon again...and hopefully get my feeding tube out. For some reason, this one (different feeding tube) has given me more problems...and hurt more. I am ready to have it gone--I just hope I can eat enough to keep me going. I still think it's funny that I have to worry about getting more calories--since when has THAT been a problem. Well, have a great day--thanks for reading. Love you all a lot, Louise