Wednesday, April 7
I've been warned. I'm not allowed to bleed. I don't know if I can handle that. I think I bleed from somewhere almost every day, whether it's a paper cut, a hangnail, a nosebleed, whatever. Not that I'm accident prone or anything. *cough cough
Coumadin is my newest pharmacological adventure. It's supposed to thin my blood to prevent more clots from forming. Great. Cool. I get that. I'm also taking Diflucan (antifungal) for the Valley Fever thing. Per the pulmonologist yesterday, Diflucan really, really "enhances" the Coumadin, meaning it's making my blood almost like kool-aid and I have to be very careful not to injure myself. (not that I'm accident prone). If I start bleeding out of my eyeballs, I guess that's not good either, and will really put a damper on my beer drinking. But the pulm doc says I'm doing good, considering, and he'll see me in 6 months unless I need him before that.
I saw my PCP on Monday. He's keeping track of my Coumadin levels and PT (clotting factors). My INR was 2.1 so that means I can stop the Lovenox injections. Can you say AMEN? On the Suck-O-Meter, that registered at a 10. Look at my chunky monkey! But bruises fade. The fog lifts. And some day my blood will be thicker than water again.
I'll see my PCP again tomorrow for INR check, and what the cardiologist has to say on Friday. Next week we'll figure out what's next. Stay tuned.