Well, guess what folks, the verdict is in.
I’M NOT CRAZY.
I could have told them that, but why ask the crazy person?
Why don’t doctors listen to their patients?
Yesterday, I had an ultrasound done on the my veins in my legs. Nothing showed up.
This morning, I had an appointment with my oncologist. I took out my Ipod, played some music, and said, “Take a look at this”. My head started to bobble back and forth to the music “Great Balls of Fire”. He looked at me in astonishment and said, “I don’t know what that is. I’ve never seen it before. I’ve never read about it before”. “Great”, I thought…”Stumped him too”. Now what was I suppose to do? At this point I really started to get to worried. I was afraid I’d never be able to leave my house again because I could not control the outside world of noises. I couldn’t even stand the sound of my telephone ringing.
Then I went to have a T.E.E. done (camera down my throat).
Just before my cardiologist started the test, she told me to keep still. I told her that that might be a problem if that phone sitting on the table rung. I might move move then. The cardiologist said, “There is nothing written in books to explain that….You know, you may have only had a migraine, not a stroke”. I would have loved to tell her to PISS OFF at that point and that I know the difference between a migraine and a stroke but she had already frozen my throat.
And guess what I heard before I went into la la land, “Holy S***, did you see that?” “Did you see that?” “Guess they finally found something,” I thought before I slumped off to sleep.
There were bubbles coming out of a hole in my heart which I never knew about. That means they found the source of my “stroke”…that’s where the blood clots were originating. So whose the psycho now? The cancer drug I’m on, Tamoxifen, can thicken your blood and cause clots. What boggles my mind is that my blood showed that I had an high INR level. Apparently that means my blood is too thick. “Who took you off the Warfarin?”, my cardiologist asked me. “Your hospital did,” I answered. “Who?” she bellowed. I didn’t really want to get him in trouble so I didn’t say anything. Then she yelled really loud at me, “Who took you off the Warfarin?” I spilled my guts. “Dr. ——,” I cried. I’m sorry but the woman is scary when she gets mad. “I’m going to kill him,” she answered. “Poor guy”, I thought. I rather liked him. He got me my MRI.
Tomorrow, I am going back to The Heart Attack Hospital to give them a copy of my MRI and TEE to find out if I am going back on the drug Warfarin before I have another stroke.