by waaytoomuchintothis » Thu Jun 26, 2014 4:21 pm
Today I saw the Drs again, and I put my foot down... Of course it helped that after 2 weeks of double dose Lasix that foot I put down was not the size and shape of a football, so my arguments that the tests they ordered were ridiculous struck gold, and they cancelled them. Furthermore, my scales at home were wrong, and I have dropped 58 pounds of water, not the 40 or so I thought it was. That means that from the crisis point a few weeks ago until now, just short of 7 gallons of water isn't in me. I'm tired and weak, but I'm winning. Not only that, but we are now working on a theory to explain how this started- 14 years ago. Blood was drawn today to see if we are on the right track.
Unfortunately, the previous theory's worst feature appears to be solid-- its a life sentence. If we are right, this is an autoimmune condition brought on by the wee beasties I breathed in in January 2000, a Legionaire's Disease type of fungus from an air conditioning duct being cleaned near me. So, I will be slow and heavy and running to the bathroom for the rest of my life, but I will know why. But my high blood pressure is false (I'm full of water), and the original lung damage from the fungus appears to be healed after all these years. Essentially, I'm in the same shape as someone who had Lyme Disease sometime in the past, with autoimmune complications.
Meanwhile, I am getting more and more back from the Bell's Palsy episode-- Last night, I discovered my tongue is back. I can taste food again. My right upper lip is not cooperating, and my right cheek isn't completely back, but everything else is back to normal. Today, I actually bought fast food fish and ate it. My belly feels like it will burst after only 2 pieces of fish, but it tasted great.
So, in a nutshell with lots of summary, that's what has happened. You guys have been great to me, and I'll never forget it. Its like I always say in these situations on HRW... Slot car people are the best people there are. When I gather it all together, I am going to post a picture of all the amazing things HRW guys sent me to keep my spirits up in this long ordeal. That's not to mention all the PMs and emails and posts-- dozens of them. I still can't believe it. I am humbled by the attention, and undeserving of such affection. I'll never forget it.
So my avatar is now the St. Charles Avenue Streetcar, as it passes by the Garden District in New Orleans. At the Downtown end of that line, near Canal St, is the Oyster Po-Boy shop with the neon sign from my old avatar. I'm back!