It has been some time since I have posted. There has been quite a bit going on, much of it medical. Kathy has had cataract surgery and that has improved the very narrow field of vision she has remaining. This is a very good thing.
I have been diagnosed with primary hyperaldosteronism. This is not all bad – it may be partly responsible for my high blood pressure and totally responsible for my chronic potassium deficiency. It has, however, been a long arduous road from suspicion to diagnosis involving referral to a endocrinologist and multiple tests, including two that required me to do a 24 hour urine collection and take that to the lab.
On Friday I spent 5 hours at the hospital while I was prepped for, taken into a cardiac catheter lab, had catheters inserted through my femoral vein. These were used to take blood samples from my left and right adrenal gland veins, along with “reference” samples from nearby veins. This was not great fun, but the people were nice and they gave me a pretty frock to wear (see below).
Here I am before the procedure
There was the little thing about atrial fibrillation that happened during the procedure, but I felt pretty good throughout it. It also took them a bit longer than they expected, so they shot a little anti-coagulant into the vein to prevent problems from clotting. These happenings extended my stay in the recovery room to make sure the EKG technician had all the time he needed with me, and to make sure that I did not bleed from the anti-coagulant.
So, that meant (having been on an IV for hours), that I really needed to pee. By really needed, I mean I was in pain from needing to pee.
While the nurse thought that I should be able use a urinal laying down (DO NOT raise your head up, that could make you bleed), the flow not happening in that position, not even after she gave me an injection of some sort relaxant. I did feel more relaxed and less agitated, but…… So, she called in this nice young man who inserted a tube into my urethra to drain my bladder. This was all quite an experience. Fortunately the next time I felt the urge I was given permission to urinate the usual way. Like I said, they were nice folks taking good care of me.
This may not sound too bad to many of you, but remember that I am a man and that men are wussies. Don’t believe me? Ask Kathy, she will tell you . Anyway I will get the results this week and those should, hopefully, point us to either surgical or pharmacologic treatment.
In any event, around April or May we’ll head to the Mexican consulate to apply for an immigration status to move to Mexico. Assuming approval, we’ll have six months to move to Merida, and then 30 days to check in with the local immigration office. Lots to do here still, but we are looking forward to this being our last winter in Portlandia.
Hope all of you are doing well. Now that we are moving towards clarity on medical stuff maybe I’ll go off radio silence more often.