Last night on the radio, I heard someone mention a "cardiac infarction" or a heart attack. It made me think: "I had a kidney attack." Not something that you hear very often. I've always thought that the word "infarction" is the kind that middle school kids would like to say over and over, real fast. And it might turn into a word that you usually don't get to say in polite company.
I'm still adjusting medication to control blood clotting. And I'm still shooting myself in the belly twice a day with Lovenox, the high priced stuff. I can't quit taking it until the warfarin has everything under control by testing at a #2-3 level. So far it is 1.6, so I'm getting there. It is taking longer than I expected.
I was surprised to learn that I wouldn't quit taking the Lovenox when I started taking the warfarin. Can you imagine taking two medications for the same problem and not being over-medicated? The nurse in the lab explained to me that the two medications control clotting in different ways, so it is okay to take them both at the same time. The Lovenox is my safety net until the warfarin is in control. At least the blood tests are a stick in the finger, rather than a draw from the arm.
I noted this morning when I took the injection that I am almost through my second box of alcohol wipes. That means that pretty soon I will have taken 200 shots of Lovenox. That is a lot of pokes in a relatively small area of the body. Good thing it isn't into my arm. My belly is several shades of purple, black and green. Sometimes the injection doesn't leave a mark, but other times it makes a bruised streak that looks like I've been punched. Beautiful in some ways, but not all. I'm still amazed at the knowledge of the medical profession.
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