Getting back to normal

I overdid it yesterday. I didn't mean to, it just snuck up on me. I got up as normal. Had my coffee and checked my email. Shampooed my hair and got cleaned up. Got Wayne ready after his shower. The pup and I went for our daily walk, which we hadn't done since day of surgery. Fixed bacon, eggs, and toast, and cleaned up the kitchen. Then sewed two quilt blocks for the quilt I am making for Dr. Ho's new grandson. Felt a little blah, so that's why I stopped at 2. Ordered flowers for Nancy to thank her for coming down and helping me. Played Tetris. Then we started running errands. Here's what got me.

First, we went to Confidentially Yours, and got measured and bought a sports bra. Then went down to Christie on Windsor to drop off another Vicodin prescription, and to pick up prescriptions that were already called in and ready. While there, I went upstairs to IM and saw Dr. Sundaram, Jan, and Jen. Then stopped by and talked with Dr. Collins (did I mention she called me Sunday night to see how I was doing). Went down to the break room and talked with Jeannette, then went over to Convenient Care and talked with those folks. Then went to pharmacy and picked up all my prescriptions.

After this, we went to the CPAP Store. Wayne's newest CPAP was fine, but it was only set at 16, and his old one was set at 18, and that was why he felt like he was getting more air with the old one. Huey set us up with a new machine, set at 18, and is going to start billing Medicare. Huey is really going out of his way to take care of us. It is so great to have friends.

Then we went to Christie downtown for Wayne's appointment with Dr. Sehy. Dr. Sehy said it was either his heart or his lungs giving him the problem, as his kidney function tests were normal, actually looked slightly improved. His A1c was 8, not good, but we have other things to worry about. He went down for a chest x-ray. While he was getting his x-ray, I went and talked with Dr. Fernandez, the radiologist, to let her know what had happened since the breast MRI and that she was spot on correct on her suspicions. She said that since I have had the surgery, and the history of the cancer, that we should probably get yearly MRIs of the breast for screening, rather than relying on the mammograms. She even indicated that if insurance would balk, that we could get it done anyway. Thank you, God, for all my friends.

Well, the CXR was normal, but the EKG showed a right bundle branch block, which was a change from 2003. Dr. Sehy refered him to cardiology, and we could have had an appointment the next day, but I have my post-op appt in Springfield with Dr. Sommers. Wayne does have an appointment next Monday with Dr. Wingo. Probably not my first choice, but Cheryl Mangers felt that he would be a good choice for Wayne. And once he is an established cardiology patient, he could see Cheryl. Dr. Sehy also ordered PFTs, which will be done 2/2/2007. By this time, my ass is dragging. I think I got a little dehydrated, because I felt a little better after I got a drink from the water fountain. But it had been most of the day since I had had anything for pain, and then that was just two plain Tylenols.

Got home, and then I got cranky. Unloaded the car, and had to put away all the CPAP machines. I had decided while we were still at Christie downtown that we should order pizza to be delivered. Now, for anybody else, this should be a slamdunk. Nothing is a slamdunk with Wayne, because you have to make all these choices and decisions, and he doesn't want to make a decision. Even after I told him that I didn't care, just make a decision and stop asking me, he was still asking. After all the ado, we ended up getting the pizza from Papa John's, which is where I told him to get it from in the first place. And of course, Wayne has to pay a little bit extra to get more pizza than we need. I was still a little bit cranky. Funny thing with that is that Wayne's buddy Donny had surgery end of December, and Wayne was commenting to his wife on the phone that Donny was cranky with him and so Wayne knew he wasn't feeling well. I get cranky, and all I get is the oh so insightful "you're certainly cranky". I think the problem is that Wayne feels that I didn't need to have the surgery, so I just did this to myself. Get over it. Because you don't have cancer, they cut it out. You have to be healthy, because you have to take care of me. Yadda, yadda, yadda..............Wayne is Wayne. He has been totally self-centered since the day I met him. He isn't going to change.

I had a hard time getting to sleep last night. I took a Tylenol PM, but it didn't do its usually magic, but I had heartburn and gastitis, from the pizza, I guess. Woke up around 3, drenched in sweat. Worst hot flash I had ever had. But it may have been my fever breaking. Forgot to mention that I was feeling a little feverish when we got home, and my temperature was 99.8. This is Wayne, I was walking around with a thermometer in my mouth, and he never even noticed. I know, I shouldn't have been walking around with it in my mouth, but Wayne had needs to be taken care of (I really have a hard time understanding why he curses when he has a crap, as I am the one who has to wipe his ass. But if I were to curse, 1) it would be out of character for me, 2) I'm a nurse, isn't this what nurses do? 3) Wayne would say, if I could do it, don't you think I would? and make me feel bad (I know, Eleanor Roosevelt said no one can make you feel bad without your permission, can I undo all these many years of self-imposed guilt?)). Okay, that was a major digression. Got up, took another Vicodin, got back to sleep. Wayne woke me up about an hour later, and he was feeling bad. Checked his sugar, and it was 44. Can't believe it, as he ate 6 slices of pizza, and had some frozen fruit bars. But gave him 2 glasses of OJ, and 2 PopTarts, and some Mint Meltaways. By 5:30, he was in the 130s and sleeping. I am up writing in my journal.