Not Pretty Nervy--Extremely Nervy This Time

A really crummy lousy no good not great terrible torture day for Max.  Whew.  I don't want to turn this blog into a whine fest,  (no comments from the peanut gallery!), but Max is having a very hard time right now.  I know many of you care and want to have updates about his condition.  

Today was exciting at the ranch.  I hope to post on that tomorrow.  After the happenings out there, Max and Grant came home for a nap while I went to help at my son's preschool.  Around 6 PM I called home.  Max didn't answer the phone which concerned me.  I came home to see what was going on and get Grant to take him back to his Art Show.  I found Max shaking and pale, clenching his arms across his chest--obviously in tremendous pain.  Apparently he heard the phone ringing but physically could not get out of bed.  He was taking short breaths to try and deal with the immense pain and couldn't get himself up.  I asked if he wanted me to take him to the ER, but all he wanted was to get in the hot shower.  For some reason that helps him a bit.  I gave him some Motrin and headed out the door.  (With his urgings and blessings, of course--the other three kids were there waiting on me to return.)  

He is doing better now--better than the horrible condition he was in earlier.  We will definitely be calling the doctor again tomorrow.  The last he told Max yesterday was that Max should wait a week and if he still isn't better, he will give Max a referral to a neuromuscular specialist.  I am now saying that cannot wait.  Max has been suffering with this for two weeks and it is only getting worse.  Max told me a bit ago that the episode he had earlier was the single most painful experience of his life!! No, not the terrible pain after heart surgery when his pain meds wore of and he was vomiting with a broken sternum--today, three months post surgery.  Clearly something is very wrong and we can't seem to get any answers.  In both the surgeon and the cardiologist's defense, they have tried to help him.  They gave him all the diagnostic tests to check his heart and valve function.  Everything checked out beautifully.

Oh, another thing.  Max saw his Coumadin specialist today to check his blood and make sure his INR levels were fine.  This is the level that determines that his blood is thin enough not to clot but not too thin so he doesn't develop a gastrointestinal bleed.  After a month and a half of having the level just where it needs to be, he is too high.  Instead of a 2.5, he is a 5.5.  He now needs to go to the lab and get a more accurate count taken.  Is anyone feeling sorry for Max's wife's nerves right about now??  Just wondering.    

Thank you so very much for all your prayers and well wishes from the last update.  They mean a lot to both of us.  

Here's hoping tomorrow's post brings happy words your way.  Have yourself a good day.  

And no, I am not pregnant--not at all.   That was another one of my twisted attempts at humor.  I thought you all knew I was teasing--I just mentioned April Fools jokes.  Isn't that the most standard one out there--the pregnant one?  Sorry if I misled and you already started crocheting a baby blanket for my little fetus cutie.  Please know I appreciate your generosity.  You should now finish it for someone who is more wholesome and honest and worthy.  :)