By the time we’re all done with this crap (his crap, my crap, crap crap), a year will have passed. My brain is in the dumps. It’s going to take at least five years to mentally recharge. I’m running on E and I haven’t got much life left.
This morning was MC’s follow-up appointment but I was unable to go. I’ve been having pre-syncopal episodes and that’s not conducive to being a half-decent wheelchair motor. I don’t know if I need to increase my HC or if it’s just an electrolyte imbalance since my squishy bits have been on a serious rampage for a few weeks. GI and Endo for me next week.
He still has severe valve regurgitation (unknown reason as of now), but the cardiomegaly and effusion have decreased by 20 and 50%. It may be something that heals on its own, or it may require that he go under the knife again. He has already exceeded his tolerance for being a patient, so depending on what the prognosis is, he may need to be babysat 24/7 so he doesn’t do something stupid (or smart, depending on how you look at it). The fact of the matter is that he’s a pain in the ass and never does what he’s told. When I requested that he be more like me, I was referring to my spending habits, not my obstinate body parts. 😉