September 30, 2008

I volunteered for Partners in Care today. I've driven Miss E to an appointment before so I knew exactly where I had to go. Unfortunately when we got to the doctor's office they told her she didn't have an appointment. She asked me if I would mind taking her to the supermarket instead and I agreed. Realistically, going there would take less time than waiting for a doctor so we headed to Safeway. Miss E just picked up some produce so we weren't there long.

I don't know how I managed it, but I walked out of the store and got back to my truck without falling over. I honestly felt like I was going to pass out. I dropped Miss E off at her house, got home safely myself, and sat in my recliner for the rest of the night, except to make dinner.

I'm totally frustrated with the problems in my right arm. I'm unable to hold anything in my right hand. On top of that, it seems the reduced bloodflow in my fingertips has caused all four of them to crack. I know it sounds ridiculous because it's just tiny splits in the skin, but I'm not even able to type without piercing pain in my fingers. I think it's because of the reduced bloodflow because the splits are in the lines of my fingerprints, they appeared by themselves, and if it were my ezcema both hands would be affected.

I started reading Oregon! by Dana Fuller Ross because there's nothing else I can do right now. This is the fourth book in the Wagons West series. I'll probably put the next book in the series on hold at the library so I have something to read once I'm done with this one.

January 10, 2008

Right after I finished posting yesterday's update, I got back to work on Deftly Wrought. I stitched until about 3am and went to bed around 4am.

I had to volunteer this morning, as I'd agreed to drive another member of Partners In Care to a doctor's appointment. When I was asked, I was feeling much better. If I'd known how bad I was going to be feeling today, I never would have said yes. But I didn't feel that I could cancel at the last minute, so I got up and picked up Miss Milly at 10:15 to drive her to her appointment. The one good thing, though, was that I finished the second of the four mini-samplers across the top, so now I can start on that third one!

I got home at 11am and went right back to bed. I didn't wake up until after 6pm. Uncle Wes said that Kasey went for their usual walk with him, but when he let her off the leash she ran straight back to the house, instead of sniffing around the deer trail in our field like she usually does. Then I found out that the neighbor knocked on the door sometime while I was asleep. Apparently Kasey thought I was too sick to bother barking to let me know. The only way I found out was because of the note Uncle Wes found on the door.

I'm still dehydrating every night and have no idea why. I've been taking my meds to try to slow down the fluid loss, but nothing seems to be working. During both dialysis treatments this week I've been given almost 1,000mL of fluids, yet when I get back for the next treatment, I've lost over 2kg (2,000mL) of weight. I'm now over six pounds less than what my weight should be.

I have to get up early in the morning to see the cardiologist to follow up with what they found when I wore the 24-hour heart monitor a couple of weeks ago. I don't suspect anything, as I had to wear one when I got admitted to the hospital a month ago. But I will find out for sure tomorrow. I'm also hoping to feel well enough to stitch, because I absolutely didn't after I woke up this evening.