Hey, I’m not here to come up with catchy titles. Deal.
Mike still has *fat feet*. The cardiologist is not happy with the fact that the swelling is not going down on Lasix alone. It’s going down, but not just as quickly as it should be.
The fact is, Lasix by itself no longer seems to work, at least it didn’t at home, which caused this latest hospital stay. That, and the fact that the quack thinks that Lasix is the be-all and end-all treatment here. Jerk. The quack, that is.
So today, the cardiologist dude ordered a new med, another diuretic. It was installed as plumbing on Mike today (another IV). Doc wants to alternate that with Lasix and see how that goes. I don’t know what this other med is called, but if it works, I hope it comes in pill form for when he gets home!
I am just happy that these people at Lahey are actually DOING SOMETHING, as opposed to sitting there with their thumbs up their asses. When I was there Saturday, not one, but TWO doctors came in…the cardiologist, and the doctor who was on duty on the floor at the time. And they actually spent time with him, looking at him, asking questions, stuff the quack never could be bothered with. See, the quack thinks that he is too good to see a patient for more than five minutes.
I know I had to just about stick a cattle prod into Mike to get him to go back to Lahey and NOT see the quack any more…but it was something that had to be done. It is such a relief to know that he officially has a new team of doctors now, no more excuses for going back to the quack. From what I see, they are doing all they can to fix this problem, and I know that they will do excellent follow-up care once he is released.
I may end up driving when I go later today, at least just to the local T station. The local bus service sucks on Sundays. Even the bus service near the hospital ends at 7PM. I’ll just drive enough to avoid having to wait an hour to get home on the end here, where the bus runs once an hour, and the only way to get a cab is to flash your titties for the cabbie. If I take the last bus from the hospital, it shoud still be sorta light enough out so that I can drive home from the station. I hope. Even if it is dark, it’s still a familiar route, right up there with getting up to take a leak in the middle of the night.
I hope Mike is outta that place before another weekend hits…weekends on the T are HELL. It’s still worth it, compared to driving the whole way, especially when I’m tired all the time. But I don’t want daily commutes to the Lahey Clinic to be a way of life.
Maybe Mike’s feet will be less fat when I next see him. This is what we are hoping for, that they can figure out some meds that will work and KEEP WORKING!
