More about depression and medical crap

There is an inherent problem when a bipolar person, with Seasonal Affective Disorder, get’s depressed.  First question for those in the know is “Is it seasonal”.  In this case No.  The next is “Is it situational?”  In this case Maybe.  The final question is “Do you think it’s chemical in your head?”  Yeah, probably in this case.  I was due a big depression, so it is probably just coincidence that my depression hit just when my medical crap is finally getting together.  Timing sucks mind you, but it is about cycle time and what would bipolar be but a pain in the ass which cycles at the least opportune times?

Teresa got me a brace for my other knee today.  So, I am limping on both legs now.  Not that I haven’t been for a while, but now it’s official.  It hurts to walk, it hurts to sit, it hurts to stand, heck my knees even hurt to lie in bed.  The doc at Iowa Orthotic  (I forget his name) said he could give me cortical steroid shots and they might help but I unsure I can get steroid shots right now, I’ll have to ask Dr. Alkhateeb when I see him on Wednesday.

Yesterday my hemoglobin was 8.3, it will drop .7 or .8 points over the weekend.  Leaving we weak and feeble at my Monday blood test.  Mid 7 range.  Nice and yucky feeling.  A bit confused.  Something to look forward to.  Now, Dr. Wehbe may or may not want to infuse me when a Mayo visit is so close.  Especially for a DLI.  But doctors will be doctors and Dr. Wehbe infused me at 7.6 before.  And if he doesn’t infused me on Tuesday, Dr. Alkhateeb will certainly infuse me on Wednesday.  Someone has got to try to keep me alive.  My money is on Wehbe with 2 bags on Tuesday.

Wednesday will be another sucky day at Mayo.  Same thing we have been doing for over a year.  Blood Draw, Pharmacist visit, Nurse Visit, Dr. Visit.  This time with the purpose to make sure I am physically able to take the DLI.  Physically, Yes.  Mentally.  Bleh.

Wednesday evening should be spend at the Gift of Life Transplant House.  Teresa and I remember differently, but I am deferring to her memory, she thinks we aren’t supposed to call the house until the day we need the room.  I remember them saying call us ahead of time and we will get you in if at all possible.  Either way, mid week, we should be good for a place to stay.

Thursday is DLI day.  They’ll start us out around 9am.  It’ll take a half hour or so for the IV nurse to get there and put in the big old needle.  Then they will start the 2 hours of fluids with lasics to make sure I pee it all out.  Then another nurse will come in with the DLI and hook it all up and stand there while she (I assume it’ll be a she, 90% of the cancer ward nurses are she’s) administers the DLI.  Don’t know how long it’s gonna take as we do not know how big the bag is yet, someone does, just not us.  When that is done, I will get 2 more hours of fluids. Then we’ll get sent home if I am not having any adverse reaction which I shouldn’t.

I guess I am feeling a little better.  I did write almost a whole blog entry.  After yesterdays not an entry, I felt rotten for wasting people’s time.  Really didn’t have much to say this time either, but hey, there are words to be read if you wanted to read them.

Author: Jeff Campbell

I am 50 year old guy, who beat blood cancer but is getting his butt kicked by bone marrow cancer. At this point it appears I am dying. Married and in love with the most wonderful woman in the world (27 years). She has stood by me thru a lot of crap and I love her so.

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