Even a Real Bull Couldn't Do It

My better, my other half, my best friend of over almost twenty years has been fighting a battle... a battle with his back, in which he injured. I can sympathize with my husband, because I as well have back problems and this can throw one on his or her back cause themselves to do the only there is to do and that is..to look up.

This occurred at the end of September and he automatically contacted his doctor at the Veteran's Affair's where he receives health care after serving in the Army before we met. He got an appointment fairly quickly and was told he needed this and that, that and this and a MRI for his back, which we naturally figured. We waited and was assigned the appointments that had nothing to do with his back and were told we would be notified about the MRI. In the meantime, I have a man in lots of pain and I don't deal well when he is in pain. I honestly don't know how he deals with me because I am a wimp and whimper when I am in pain.

The VA had him on so much medicine, bless him, he did know which end was up or down. I believe they were trying to band-aid a gaping wound. I know you all have heard me use the term,"take the bull by the horns", well that I did. I started out making some phone calls telling our story and I didn't realize how pooped out with entire situation until I got off the phone and just cried and cried. I thought to myself this is, "KRAZY, KAREN!" So I straightened up and got me a real bull.

This lady is so dear to our family. She is a former military lady, but one would never know it; she stands 5'2 and is as sweet as sugar. I shared our story with her and by the next day she had been in contact with our state's Representative and the list went on. However, with ALL her hard work she told me she had never seen anything like this.

Last week, we received a call from a patient advocate from the Veteran's Affairs Hospital and our story has been heard. My husband will finally go for his MRI on Wednesday and praying it's nothing very serious, so that he may return to work when he is completely healed.

Not many people know what's been going on in our little family, I debated where to blog about this and decided yes of course because their thousand of Veteran's out there not getting the care they need and deserve in a timely manner, This needs to be addressed in a big way.

Be blessed!        

The Stent, Blood.and Clorox

I have been dealing with a kidney stone today being my 4th week.YES..4 WEEKS, that's like being in labor for that period of time, GEESH! Well, my urologist went in through cyistoscope (SP) to try to retrieve the stone, with no luck. Only to leave a stent in and explain the anatomy of my kidney and where the stone was located would make my case difficult. ME? Is there anything easy with me, not really. All of this occurred on a Wednesday morning. To describe a stent from a woman's point a view is like having a tampon in and you really don't need only because your period is not heavy enough; that sorta discomfort. Now DO NOT GET me wrong there was plenty of blood, actually too much which lead me back to the doctor 3 days later the have the stent removed. Once the doctor seen my urine, which by the way it look as if I was donating blood instead if giving a urine sample; I call hear the doctor in the hall yelling,"Get that stent out of her,NOW!" I am thinking, "Thank you,Sweet Jesus".

The sweet nurse come in the room telling me to put the gown on, lie back, yada, yada, yada. Then she goes you are going to feel______,______,______ and______. "I am finished", she said. Whoa! Besty! I heard none of that and you just ripped something that could have been use to fish with from kidney down through my anatomy where lately the only people that have seen it is the surgery suite, my doctor and now you sweet nurse.

So in a few hours I go back to the doctor for a CT and we are going to see where this blame stone is and the only way for it to come out is through lithoptripsy (SP). And hopefully I will get a Wednesday slot or I may be waiting until Friday.

Now this is what happened last night:  
    
Yea, okay maybe I shouldn't have been trying to get the mule outta the ditch, but for the moment the entire house smells like Clorox. I am planning on surgery this week to be finished with this stone. Anndd I was trying to get some clothes washed...first load was fine. Then I went downstairs to start another load of whites with Clorox. I didn't think anymore about it, but I did hear an explosion of sorts. I waited and thought, "Oh, please not a water pipe!", but everything sounded normal upstairs and didn't think anymore about untillll....I went back to change out the wash. Guess what happened? A half gallon size of Clorox fell from wherever I sat it. Heck now I am wondering if I stood down there and poured it out, anyhow...we now so nice Cloroxed colored clothes.
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And I am still smiling,
Karen