So, (I know this might break your heart Scott) I transferred my heart transplant care to Jefferson Hospital. There are reasons involved that I won’t go into here… but it happened and is happening. Today I met with the heart guy at Jefferson. He’s basically doing me a huge favor taking me on as a patient because literally I do not know where I will be in 4 months. He was very gracious and said that he would do whatever I need him to do.
Well, today wasn’t a great day for an appointment. I had my test this morning (84… again, not great… stupid mistakes.. when will I learn–hyperkalemia is tall T waves… NOT prominant U waves–duh!!!) and I was worried about that and running on no sleep (well, 4 hours on Monday and maybe 4 last night???). So, I get into the appointment and the med tech takes my blood pressure… it was 134/104. It has NEVER been this high… EVER. IN. MY. LIFE. I started freaking out silently… and then Penn hasn’t been the best with sending my records over to Jeff (I love how medical centers collaborate regarding a patient’s care–one of the reasons I transferred) so I needed to tell my whole life story of the last 12 years to the transplant coordinator. By the time the doc got into the room I was on the verge of tears… when he got into the room I just broke down.
Everything went well in the end, he’s a good doctor and person (I see him when I do my clinicals at Jefferson).. so, I know that I’m in good hands…
In other news, I got home tonight and fell asleep on the couch for a few hours. I just woke up at 7.30. Time to turn on American Idol since LOST is a repeat. And, I think… I’m going to wash dishes… it’s a relaxing thing to do. 🙂
That’s it for now… ta-ta.