A few days after being released from my last hospital stay I
had an office visit with a new cardiologist in Gotham City. I haven’t given him
a nickname yet, I’ll come up with something after I get to know him a little
better. The visit went well and I was satisfied with his understanding of my
multiple problems. The following day featured a blood test and an office visit
with Dr. Whoosh’s NP, which went well also. I’m now scheduled to resume my
frequently postponed chemotherapy on August 1st.
The next afternoon I received a telephone call from one of Dr.
Whoosh’s nurses telling me that they had consulted with the new cardiologist and
between the two of them had decided to try stopping a couple of my medications
due to a high value on my creatinine level on the blood test. Remember that my
last hospital visit involved a week of tinkering with my medicines to get me
back on my feet. The result of those changes had me feeling much better and I
had resumed losing weight. Well, they’re the doctors, so I stopped two of my
medications.
Overnight I gained 8.5 pounds and my blood pressure fell
into the basement. After playing phone tag with doctors and automated answering
machines for a couple of hours, I was told what I sort of knew already. Resume
taking the medicines! About 24 hours later, I’m back on track having lost 2.5
of the 8.5 I gained (losing is always harder than gaining). My blood pressure
is still a little low but trending upwards towards normal.
Medicine is not an exact science…
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