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My Mental Trampoline
A Blog I Follow: My Mental Trampoline
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The month of December turned out quite differently than we had expected. Before I continue I would like to wish all my readers a belated Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
My plastic surgeon, Dr. Kenneth Murray called on December 8th and informed me that he had space in an operating room at St. Boniface Hospital in Winnipeg on December 16th. If I was still interested in having a panniculectomy and a breast reduction he would schedule them for that day. The surgeries had been delayed for almost two years due to COVID 19 and my answer was a loud yes. Quite frankly I cannot believe that I was lucky enough to finally get these surgeries over with. The reason for the surgeries was an uncontrollable skin condition.
I would highly recommend Dr. Murray. He patiently answered all my questions. Because I was from out of town and terribly worried about having to go home with a drain he kindly made arrangements for me to stay in hospital the first night after surgery. (I had one drain inserted into my abdomen). The nurses looking after me were kind and patient. Even though they literally ran from room to room to care for patients they did not let any impatience or annoyance show on their part. They too answered all my questions. I went back to Winnipeg to see one of Dr. Murray’s nurses on December 20th. She checked my dressings and bindings, gave me permission to remove the dressings and bindings so that I could shower.
She then sent me home until after Christmas. I did not have any old fashioned dressings or stitches. Dr. Murray placed all but three stitiches on the inside of my body which made the application of potassium chloride and polysporin so much easier to apply. To keep the bandaids in place I had a tube top covering my breasts and a binder covering my abdomen. My next appointment was on December 30th. At this time I saw Dr. Murray , after checking on the healing process he permanently did away with the tube top and the binder. Above is a picture of the binder I wore around my abdomen after my surgery. The worst of the after surgery problems was the itching caused by the binder and the tube top.
Needless to say that because of the surgery so close to Christmas I decided to use a small tree with fibre optic lights. My daughter made up two baskets to be placed in my urns on the front porch and fixed up the two wreaths for the front doors.
Her finished products are always beautiful. She has an online basket business at https://perfectsentiments.ca. Check it out. She makes custom baskets for every occasion and every holiday.
We celebrated Christmas on December 26th at my daughter’s house. We were the six of us. As always my daughter prepared an amazing Christmas dinner. Because of the COVID 19 warnings and the increase of infections in our province we spent the rest of December at home. I slept, read several books and continued to heal from my surgery. New Years Eve we celebrated by buying a dozen New Years cookies and devouring every last crumb in the box. They were so good.
One of the problems I worried about when thinking about my surgery was my occasional heart problems and at times uncontrollable blood pressure. Thankfully the anesthesiologist who did my pre-surgery checkup assured me that my problems could be handled during surgery. She assured me that they had medication on hand in the OR that could lower my blood pressure and heart rate much faster than the medication I took on a regular basis. I was also very impressed with all my records that she had accumulated prior to my appointment with her. She had records from Dr. Murray, my cardiologist Dr. Rabson and my Hepatologist Dr. Wong. They did an arterial blood gas while I was in surgery. I was so afraid of having this done that I asked the resident Anesthesiologist if it could be done after I was sound asleep in the OR. He asked me why I was so afraid and I told him that when my dad had it done he had nearly broken my hand. The resident was incredibly kind and spoke to the anesthesiologist on my behalf. He came back and told me that the arterial blood gas would be done after I was asleep.
I am hoping that I will be able to stablize my blood pressure in the next little while. It is scary to wake up to a blood pressure of 198/110. Thankfully the beta blockers I got in emergency after one of my more severe episodes of high blood pressre have helped to bring the numbers down. It does take patience since the problem is not always fixed after just one beta blocker. I went for my six month blood work on Monday and will be meeting with my Hepatologist, Dr. Wong on January 20th. We have Telehealth appoinments which save us a trip into Winnipeg and an hourly parking fee of $12.00.
I have rambled on long enough. Thank you for your interest in my site. In closing I wish you all a very Happy New Year filled with much joy, many blessings and leave you with wonderful memories to cherish.
Happy Thanksgiving to my American family and friends. It has been rather cold these last few days with the temperature at -11C with a wind chill of -19C. We are certainly going to have a white Christmas.
Finally my energy level is such that I can attempt to write a blog. I keep apologizing for being so slack with my entries however I am really trying to do a better job. Please bear with me.
October has come and gone without any snowfall. However we got hit with a blizzard on November 11th and 12th and it is obvious that winter is here to stay. Our daughter’s birthday was on November 12th but we had to cancel our plans to celebrate at her place. Many of the main roads were closed and it was much too dangerous to travel to Winnipeg. We celebrated her birthday on Sunday, November 14th. A few pictures of our daughter through the years:
Her television channel on Roku called Subgenres is up and running. The address is https://my.roku.com/. In case any of you are interested the site description is as follows: “Steampunks! We are here for you! Subgenres is a channel that celebrates the amazing multiverse of Steampunk and the vast array of subgenres that exist within it. This channel offers programming focused on costuming, DIY upcycled props, historic and reimagined pasts/futures, creatives, music, performers, news, events, festivals, conventions, food, and a vast array of related content. Subgenres channel is for all Steampunks, we Steampunk around the world! Here’s looking at you, you beautiful Steamirific world! Join us daily for your dose of steam, we endeavour to rock your clocks and grind your cerebral gears with awesome content from all over the globe.”
My blood pressure and EKG monitoring will continue for another three months. The purchase of a blue tooth enabled blood pressure monitor and EKG device have certainly paid off. It has saved me many trips to Winnipeg. Once a week I send the results of both to my cardiologist after which he gives me a call to discuss the latest readings.
Another trip to hospital by ambulance occurred the morning of November 2nd. For no reason that I could think of my blood pressure kept rising throughout the morning. When it got to 199/113 with a heart rate of 135 I got scared and my husband called 911. It took all afternoon and evening to finally get my blood pressure back to a reasonable number. A new blood pressure was added to the one I am currently taking. It is called Metoprolol Tartrate 25 mg. It is suppose to stabilize both my blood pressure and heart rate. Hopefully the medication will do what is expected.
In the last few weeks I have been reading books by Elly Griffiths. Her novels are inspired by the work of her husband who trained as an archaeologist and by her aunt who lives on the Norfolk Coast and who filled her niece’s head with the myths and legends of that area. Her first novel “The Crossing Places” has been published worldwide in more than a dozen countries. Another author whose work I have been enjoying is Thora Gudmundsdottir.
My husband and I have been translating a Journal written by an ancestor Franz Issac, Olgafeld, Ukraine, South Russia born in 1871. It has been time consuming and complicated at times since it is written in the old German script. However the more you work with this old script the easier it gets. The Journal is providing new information and confirming information received from other sources.
Time to call it a day. Hope you are all enjoying your weekend. Goodnight.
Good Evening. September has come and gone too quickly. Hopefully October will be a month with pleasant fall temperatures and no sign of snow. Winter comes too quickly and often lasts too long. Fall happens to be my favourite time of year. We will be celebrating Canadian Thanksgiving with our family on Monday, October 11th.
My dad would be celebrating his 101th birthday on October 10th. Thanksgiving weekend was always extra special because that was the weekend we also celebrated his birthday. I miss him.
My cardiologist asked me to do another month of blood pressure checks and EKG’s. Since both my blood pressure machine and my EKG device are bluetooth enabled it is very simple to just email them to my cardiologist. My blood pressure is causing some worry. It can go from a high reading of 169/110 at night to a low reading of 70/40 during the day time. At times my EKG device records a normal reading and at other times it records atrial fibrillation. Hopefully my cardiologist can get to the cause of this problem and find a solution.
This past Friday my husband and I attended the memorial service for my cousin Barbra Kroeker. Barbra died on November 23, 2020, after losing her fight with COVID 19. She was only 69. It was a lovely service with her three adult children sharing memories of their mom. Our sincere condolences go out to Jerry and the family. “Love never leaves us; it lives forever in our memories and in our hearts”. The seriousness of COVID19 sure hits home when someone in one’s family contracts the virus. I cringe every time someone adds a negative post to my Facebook page about wearing masks or getting the vaccinations. Even though I ended up going to hospital by ambulance after my second COVID 19 vaccination I am thankful it was available and that I got both shots. Sadly due to people who are not vaccinated and who refuse to wear masks the daily numbers of new infections in Manitoba are on the rise. According to our doctors most of the patients who are diagnosed at this time are those that have refused to be vaccinated.
Congratulations to my incredibly gifted and talented daughter Natasha on the launch of her streaming TV channel on Roku. I have been enjoying the content. You can also watch it on YouTube. Look for Subgenres and check out Ms Mumford’s Marvelous Mummy Unwrapping 2021 athttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fe906r60sRM.
The battle with Lichen Sclerosis and Lichen Planus continues. I now have two large lesions on the inside of my mouth which are becoming uncomfortable. The nurse practioner I have been seeing at my family doctor’s clinic promised to refer me to an otolaryngologist in July. When I spoke with her today, she again promised to get right on it and get me a referral ASAP. I am getting worried since the lesions are getting bigger and spreading to the roof of my mouth. During our telephone appointment today I asked her if the brown marks left by the Lichen Planus on my arms and legs would eventually disappear. Apparently it can take months for that to happen. I noticed a small lesion on my cheek the other day and I hope it does not get any bigger or spread to other areas of my face. I have been prescribed prescription corticosteroid cream. According to the Mayo Clinic the signs and symptoms of lichen planus vary depending on the areas affected. Typical signs and symptoms are:
- Purplish, flat bumps, most often on the inner forearm, wrist or ankle, and sometimes the genitals
- Blisters that break to form scabs or crusts
- Lacy white patches in the mouth or on the lips or tongue
- Painful sores in the mouth or vagina
- Hair loss
- Change in scalp color
- Nail damage or loss
If anyone reading this blog had children or grandchildren enrolled in the Veseli Ukrainian Dance Ensemble pictures are now available at https://www.facebook.com/groups/916933582369514.
It is time to say good night. May you all have a wonderful week free of stress or worry. Take time to enjoy the autumn colours. My cousin sent me this gorgeous picture today featuring the autumn colours in Jay Cooke State Park, Minnesota.
Good afternoon. Fall, my favourite time of year has finally arrived. Hopefully I will regain some energy so that I can work on my many projects. Actually I don’t have that many on the go. Of course there is the big project at https://zachariasfamilytree.com Next is my blog which I am trying to add to more often. The trouble is my life is not exciting enough to have enough material to write about. Then there are the cross-stitch pictures and petite point pictures I want to finish in time for Christmas. However, at the present time that does not seem to be a realistic goal. I did accomplish two projects these past three weeks. I finally got my Facebook Group called “World War 2 Conscientious Objectors” and my Facebook Group called “Memories of the Veseli Ukrainian Dance Ensemble” online.
Last week Tuesday, August 31st turned out quite differently than I had expected. After my lunch which consisted of a bowl of soup I began to feel really weird. Not much later I began to have what felt like severe stomach cramps. By supper time I was experiencing nausea and absolutely debilitating pain. I had this horrible premonition that pancreatitis was the culpert.
My husband took me to emergency later that evening and I met Dr. Sadistic. As she walked into the consultation room in emergency she informed me that she was sure I did not have pancreatitis but that I was constipated. She then proceeded to poke around my stomach with no regard to my pain. Blood was drawn and I was left to wait. I was finally moved to the observation room in emergency and an IV was inserted. I was given a pain medication that did not work. I waited for over 30 grueling minutes before I was asked by the nurse in charge if the medication had helped. When I answered no she finally added morphine to the IV. This finally made it possible for me to get some much needed sleep. When I woke up on Wednesday morning I was greeted by Dr. Sadistic. She informed me that I had been right and that my pancreatic enzymes showed that I had pancreatitis. She however refused to take constipation out of the mix. I was put on a clear fluid diet which consisted of some apple juice and water.
Dr. Sadistic told me that she was going to be away until Friday and I would be seen by one of her colleagues, Dr. G. Dr. G was a gem and she listened to me. I thought that maybe my hospital stay would not be a complete nightmare. Then I met Nurse Ratchet. Where do they find these women who obviously have a grudge against everything and everyone? She arrived Wednesday morning and informed me that it was not time for my next dose of Morphine. I was perfectly okay with that. I asked her how my morphine had been prescribed. The reason I wanted to know was so that I would not bug her if the time was not right. Nurse Ratchet told me in no uncertain terms that she was not there to keep track of my morphine needs or how my morphine was prescribed. She told me that if the pain got bad enough I should ring the call button and she would come and check to see if I needed pain medication or not. Needless to say this did not build my confidence in her methods of nursing. Nurse Ratchet also told me that she had spoken to Dr. Sadistic and was told that I would not be admitted to the hospital. Talk about escalating my anxiety! How would I handle the pain if I was sent home? I did not have access to IV pain medication. Nurse Ratchet also told me that from then on I would have to bring in my own pain medications because the hospital could not access the ones I was taking. My anxiety went up another notch. I guess that is what she wanted. It was not enough that I was very concerned about this pancreatic attack. Just before she left the room she told me that my pain medication was due at 10:30 AM and that I should not ring the call button because she was quite capable of remembering when my medication was due. Do you think she brought my pain medication at 10:30? Of course not. She finally brought it an hour later. I guess she never learned that if you do not stay on top of pain it can quickly become harder to deal with.
Late Wednesday evening a wonderful nurse working in emergency told me and the other woman in the emergency observation area that there were two beds available on the ward. She informed us that we could have them. What a huge difference being able to sleep on a proper bed instead of what was like a stretcher in emergency. That night I had another wonderful nurse take care of me. He was genuinely interested in how I was feeling and concerned about my pain levels. This nurse also brought me all the medication I needed from the hospital pharmacy. I guess the hospital finally gained access to medication that Nurse Ratchet claimed they did not have.
When I woke up Thursday morning Dr. G came to see me. Another angel. She agreed that morphine was the best medication to control the pain from my pancreas and that I would not be going home for a few more days. I was finally able to relax. Why did Nurse Ratchet lie to me on so many occasions?
Friday morning dawned and with it the appearance of Dr. Sadistic and Nurse Ratchet. Dr. Sadistic told us that she never prescribed opioid medication for any of her patients no matter what the reason. She told us that she did not believe in opioid pain medication especially for older people. According to her we older people were unable to maintain our sanity if given opioids. She told me that she would give me tylenol or advil. I had to remind her yet again that I could never take those medications because of my autoimmune liver disease. Dr. Sadistic then told me that she would no longer continue the prescription of morphine by IV. In its place she would prescribe two 10 mg morphine pills every two hours. My husband and I decided that if my pain relief was of so little concern to Dr. Sadistic I might as well go home and take the medication I had at home. Not only that but I could rest up in my own bed and continue with a clear fluid diet at home as well as I could in the hospital. Another bonus was that I had my own personal nurse at home called Peter. If the pain became unbearable I could always go to a different hospital.
Nurse Ratchet had not changed her attitude. For some reason she felt I needed to be treated like some delinquent kid. To make a long story short she again refused to bring my pain medication on time. Every time she was my nurse she would delay my medication. This time it was two hours late. My husband was visiting and I mentioned to him that the pain was becoming unbearable and that Nurse Ratchet was two hours late with my medication. My husband immediately headed to the nurses’ station to see what the holdup was. Nurse Ratchet couldn’t keep her mouth shut and promptly antagonized him. A shouting match occured. I did however finally get my pain medication. After Nurse Ratchet delivered my medication and left my room a security guard type person came to my room and told my husband that he had to leave. When I asked why she said that he was only allowed to visit me for one hour which was another lie. No other visitor was asked to leave and the hospital had a huge sign up at the entry door stating that visiting hours were from 2:00 to 8:00 PM. After my husband left Nurse Ratchet asked me if my husband was really going to report her and again stated that she had done nothing wrong. I did not bother to answer her. Maybe it was time for her to experience some anxiety.
Saturday morning arrived and I woke up filled with worry and anxiety. I finally got a meal that was not just clear fluids. The nurse told me that if my stomach could tolerate the breakfast I might be able to go home. I was absolutely over the moon at this news. Around 9:00 AM a lovely older doctor came to see me. He asked me how my stomach had tolerated breakfast and I told him all was well. He than asked me if I would like to go home. It did not take me long to get ready to leave. My husband came to pick me up and I spent the rest of the long weekend at home with familiar surroundings resting in my own bed. By Monday the pain was gone. All that remains is fatigue.
This morning I had a telehealth appointment at the local hospital with my liver specialist, Dr. Steven Wong. Dr. Wong is a wonderful doctor who cares about his patients and does not hestiate to show it. He told me that all my liver function tests had come back normal which was a huge relief. I will be having another ultra sound late December just to make sure that all has remained the same. The spot that was first noticed on my liver has disappeared. Fingers crossed that it does not re-appear. I apparently have two enlarged lymph nodes in my abdomen but since they have been there for a long time they are not too worried about them.
Last week I was able to download the new book by Louise Penny called “The Madness of Crowds”. It features the village of Three Pines and Armand Gamache. This book explaines that the three pines trees planted in the middle of the village are said to have been a sign of sanctuary for British Loyalists fleeing the Anglo-American War.
It is bedtime. Please stay safe. Goodnight.
Good Evening. This summer has passed by so quickly and sadly I have not accomplished all the items on my to do list. Somehow life seems to get in the way. Hopefully with fall just around the corner I will feel more motivated to accomplish some of the items on my list. Fall happens to be my favourite season.
Because of my recurring complaint about the overwhelming fatigue I experience on a daily basis my family doctor sent me to see my cardiologist. My latest diagnosis is Atrial ectopic tachycardia (AET). AET is a rare arrhythmia is believed to be secondary to increased automaticity of a nonsinus atrial focus or foci. Patients with atrial tachycardia may feel a pounding in their chest, dizziness, shortness of breath, chest pain and fatigue. I have had all the above symptoms except for chest pain. Like most arrhythmias, atrial tachycardia is not life threatening. My cardiologist suggested I purchase a wireless 6-lead Kardia Mobile EKG that works with a Smartphone and detects AFib or normal heart rhythem in 30 seconds. It is an amazing little gadget and I am able to send the results to my cardiologist via email. I also purchased an Omron Blood Pressure Monitor which has many key features such as Bluetooth connectivity, easy wrap cuff, TruRead averaging and an irregular heartbeat detector. This device also allows me to email the results to my cardiologist as needed.
Earlier this week I had a telephone appointment with my new endocrinologist. She had ordered 32 different blood tests and thankfully most of them came back normal. She did however raise my Synthroid dose from one175 mcg pill to two pills; one 100 mcg and one 88 mcg. It will take at least six weeks for the medication to take full effect. Hopefully the higher dose will help with my fatigue and other hypothyroid symptoms.
I have been adding mor information to my Zacharias Family Tree website at https://zachariasfamilytree.com. Everytime my research comes up with new information I am glad that I decided to publish my project online instead of in book form. I finally got my Facebook Group called “World War 2 Conscientious Objectors” published online. It has over 130 pictures of the men who worked at the Riding Mountain National Park CO Camp and the Minaki, Ontario Lumber CO Camp. Another project that is now online is my Facebook Group called “Memories of the Veseli Ukrainian Dance Ensemble”. My grandson danced with this group from the age of 4 to the age of 12.
Hope you all have a great weekend and I promise not to wait so long for my next post.
Today our son is celebrating his 54th birthday. The 54 years have passed by too quickly. We had to be content with a telephone call. It has been three years since we have seen him and our daughter-in-law in person. We had hoped to meet up with them last summer when they were on their way to Seattle from Boston but COVID restrictions put an end to that plan. We are so pleased that they have been able to move back to Seattle, back to their absolutely beautiful property. Hopefully one of these days the border restrictions will be lifted and we will be able to get together in person.
Thankfully I have had no lingering symptoms after my nasty reaction to the second Moderna vaccination. I am glad I had both shots even though I experienced a vicious reaction to the second shot. It is sad that so many people are refusing the vaccine. Some change their minds when it is too late for the vaccine to protect them. My husband and I will continue to wear our masks in public in the foreseeable future. My motto is “better safe than sorry.”
My mind is on vacation today and I am experiencing writers block. Hopefully this too shall pass in the very near future. In closing I wish you all a goodnight. Keep safe.
This week has been very discouraging. It seems I cannot get rid of this feeling of doom and gloom. Being told that the Lichen Planus has now spread to my mouth did not lift my spirits. I will have to see a throat and mouth specialist as soon as possible to start treatment. The biopsy results that the nurse practitioner took two weeks ago should be available in another two weeks. She biopsied one of the sores on my arm. The first biopsy was done in February 2021 and came back benign. I can only hope and pray that this last biopsy will have the same final result.
This will be a short post. I do not want to spread this doom and gloom feeling to my faithful readers. Life goes on and I can only hope that tomorrow will be a better day.
We splurged the other day and bought two baskets to put into the urns in front of our garage.
In 1888, German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche first stated, “Out of life’s school of war—what doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger.”
This is my feeling after what happened to me during the last two weeks. At one point I was convinced I was on my way to the Pearly Gates, a journey I was not ready to take at this time. Peter and I had our second Moderna vaccinations on June 17th at 3:50 PM. After the vaccinations we waited the prescribed 15 minutes to make sure we were okay. Shortly after arriving at home I mentioned to Peter that I was feeling rather dizzy and that I had a low grade headache. When the dizziness and headache persisted I decided to go to bed shortly after 7:00 PM. I drifted in and out of sleep until I awoke at 3:00 AM with a savage migraine. Shortly after the migraine started I began to vomit. I described the migraine as a migraine from hell. I continued vomiting and suffering from horrendous pain until just before 7:00 AM at which time my husband took my blood pressure and heart rate. My blood pressure was up at 198/110 and my heart rate was 133. He decided it was time to call 911. After listening to Peter describe my health issues they immediately sent an ambulance. It arrived at 7:15 AM. A few minutes after arriving in emergency my blood pressure was up to 228/119 and my heart rate stayed at around 133. I have to admit that I was afraid, very afraid. Obviously with a blood pressure that high that refuses to come down one is susceptible to a stroke. It took twelve hours before the migraine was gone, the vomiting stopped and my blood pressure was lowered to a closer to normal number. Cardiac enzyme studies measure the levels of enzymes and proteins that are linked with injury of the heart muscle. The test checks for the proteins troponin I (TnI) and troponin T (TnT). The lab technicians kept coming up to emergency to take blood to check my Troponin 1 and Troponin T levels. I was getting really worried but around 10:00 PM the numbers were finally normal. I was given the all clear to go home. I slept for the remainder of the weekend. The intense fatigue continued for most of this past week.
The ambulance attendants and emergency medical staff reassured me that there were others who had experienced the same side effects after their second Moderna vaccination. I want to be very clear. I am thankful that I had the second vaccination even though I suffered for over 12 hours with the nasty side effects. The emergency room doctor told me that if I had not had the vaccine and had contracted COVID 19 I would probably have had a very severe case. The side effects I suffered after the vaccination were a good indication of that. Please get your COVID 19 vaccinations. Yes I suffered after my vaccination but my husband had the same dose and his only side effect was a sore arm for a few hours.
In an earlier post I mentioned that I have been diagnosed with an autoimmune disease called Lichen sclerosis. Lichen sclerosis is a skin disorder that causes small areas of skin to become thin and discolored so that white patches develop. The skin can crack and become sore, which can cause pain, itching, and discomfort. These feelings may be distressing.
During the last two months I had noticed a strange rash appearing on my ankles and the lower part of my right leg. By the time I saw the nurse practitioner at my family doctor’s clinic the sores had become white scaly patches that were painful and itched. The diagnosis is Lichen Planus. The treatment included using the same steroid creme that I was using for another outbreak on my body.
It looks like we might get some much needed rain today. What we really need is three to four days of a steady rain.
At present I am reading two books. If you are a committed reader you will know what I mean. I am reading “The Breaker” by Minette Walters
The second book is “The Silence of the Sea” by Yrsa Sigurðardóttir.
Have a great week.