Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Last Tuesday, (10/21) when my ProAir went completely nutso on me (or was it my body going completely nutso on the ProAir?) I wrote down the times I used Mom's blood pressure cuff, along with the blood pressure and heart rate readings.
So the doc listened to my lungs (way more than last time) and they (the nurse) took my oxygen saturation reading twice. (I should have asked what it was.) But I have a new temporary inhaler, Advair, and two prescriptions, one for a new rescue inhaler and the other for 5 day pack of steroids. Again! I'm tired of steroids.
(Okay, so I do breathe better when I'm on them, but they make me hungry all the time. Last time I managed to avoid gaining any weight by buying those steamer bags of frozen green beans and snacked on those all day. I actually lost weight!)
And I had just gotten my ProAir and Qvar refilled on Friday (10/17). Now I have one unused Qvar and one slightly used ProAir. Wondering if he'll put me back on Qvar after I'm done with the Advair? I've read the insert on the Advair. It's meant to be temporary, long term use can lead to worsening of asthma. Eek.
And so now I'm like broke... until Friday. Sigh...
And my blood pressure readings from 10/21 just in case anyone's interested....
Took ProAir at 1:30 pm
1:40 pm BP 170/124 pulse 58
2:35 pm BP 128/90 pulse 83
3:10 pm BP 137/75 pulse 65
Now thinking of selling the turquoise teapot... but I'm not sure what I would charge for it. Any suggestions?
I wouldn't mind also selling the tree teapot. But there's one little problem with it. The lid won't come off. I used an iron oxide and I thought I had not gotten any on where the pot and lid meet. But obviously there was some meltage. Maybe next time I'll fire the lid and the pot separately. (Yes, I'm making another.) If I sold this one, it would be a cut rate price, simply because it's become a decorative doorstop now.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Okay, so it was like Thursday (I think) when I was driving from one card account to another. When I got to other card account, I noticed that my ProAir inhaler had been lying in the sunny spot. The ac was on in the car, and I wasn't sure if had been over heated or not.
I puffed on my inhaler. Then for about an hour, I felt terrible. My heart rate seemed off, and my breathing seemed more difficult.
Okay, so I just assumed that it got overheated, and the medication inside was damaged. I had a couple days until the prescription refilled automatically, so I just did without until then.
Well, I took my new ProAir inhaler just before leaving for work. I never made it to work. I felt terrible again. My mom has a blood pressure cuff, so I used it. Blood pressure was 170/124 and heart rate was 58.
I called my mom's nurse. She said that's a common side effect of ProAir and I should lie down for an hour after taking it so I don't faint. (So definitely no driving.) She thinks my body's reacting to it because I've gotten used to it.
I checked the paper insert and it mentions heart palpitations and fast heart beat. I called the doctor's office and made an appointment for Monday. (I don't even have my new schedule yet.) I might call the office and see if they have anything open Thursday. Nothing was open Friday.
It's just annoying, and now I don't want to use the ProAir anymore. And I just got the cutest little carrying holder for it too.
The ProAir inhaler has this 'butt' that the other inhalers shown don't. So I shipped BeaG an empty inhaler case so she could make a custom one for me. Isn't it cute?
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Some guy from the pain management office came out and told everyone to pipe down. I put away my sketchbook at office guy's request.
One idea did occur to me. This was an older black man. I was wondering if he was defensive because, well, y'know black people have been taken advantage of. I could have seen artists using black people as subjects in the Jim Crow era, and not paying them very much, or not at all. Meanwhile, they'd sell the painting for a good sum.
Anyway... I'm posting this, and then I'm going to my best to forget about it so it doesn't keep steaming me.
I'm just curious if anyone else has had someone really object to being sketched, and how you have handled the situation.
I've never had anyone get upset when they notice I'm sketching them, and they usually make a comment on whether it looks like them or not. Most folks either don't notice or don't care.
I've had folks I'm pretty sure knew that they were being sketched, but obviously didn't care.
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Nope, it was in my purse! Which had been in the truck, behind the seat under a shower curtain sample. Aw crap. I'm supposed to be taking that ProAir inhaler every four hours. (Since I'm still having difficulty breathing.)
I'm annoyed at myself for this. I am going to contact the doctor's office tomorrow and let them know what happened. There aren't refills on that inhaler. Plus I don't have enough to get it right now. I'll have to wait until Friday. Sigh.
Maybe I should get a temperature gauge for the truck.
Monday, August 18, 2014
Mariah was this cat my sister and I rescued by accident. I came home from work one night and there she was in the tree meowing. She seemed so happy to see humans. "Hoominns! I'm saved!"
When she jumped down from the tree, that's when we noticed she was pregnant. She had three kittens that we named Ivan, Erik and Amelia. Well, more like my sister named them. We would feed her on the porch. The kittens would toddle after mom, see us, and run away. Mariah would give them a look like "Why are you running? Hoomins are our friends."
She had obviously belonged to someone. I remember taking ads out in the paper, but no one ever called.
At that time there was this man who would poison cats, so we brought her and the kittens inside. Her kittens at that time were a bit feral, and we had trouble catching them. So my sis would say to Mariah, "Mama. Mama, where kitten?" And she would point out their hiding places to us.
We kept for a bit in a large cage in the garage with her kittens. Once a day, my sis and I would clean out the cage. We took turns; one would clean out the cage, the other would mind the kittens. We would put them in a laundry basket, and they would try to escape. She would simply stroll by when they would cry to her ("Mama! Halp! Rescue us!") and find a nice spot to start cleaning herself.
Feral Friends helped us adopt out her kittens. My mom ended up wanting to keep her. So we did.
She had to have one eye removed in the spring of 2002. I remember that because I had signed up for drawing class after being laid off about 12/21/2001. I made her eye trouble a project. I don't know where I have the paintings or sketches I have of the changes to her left eye. I should pull them out and complete that project.
She was 13 years old.
PS she spent the last few years disabled. Thanks to her poor vision, she walked off something she should not have, and hurt her back. First time she recovered pretty well. The next time she did not. She would drag her backside around. I had to have her super groomed and changed her litter to a non clumping type. It would clump up on her tail and back legs.
Friday, August 8, 2014
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Anyway, I'm passing on a GoFundMe link that a friend of hers set up.
Please donate if you can, and boosting the signal would be greatly appreciated.
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Wordgazer's Words: Male Headship and the Problem of Power: Several people have asked me privately to follow up on the radio conversation I participated in on Up For Debate last weekend on the topic ...