Had a little scare 2 days ago.

Okay. So it wasn't a "little" scare. I passed out in the shower. Bent over & picked up the dropped shampoo, started to wash my hair, and next thing I know- I'm laying in the tub. I was home alone. But incredibly, Greg came home for lunch after replacing a truck tire that went flat. And to the hospital we went. I am okay. I had xrays to make sure my pelvis and hip weren't fractured. Also my right shoulder that has the screw in it was killing me, but no broken bones. Had a ct scan of my neck as well. I am bruised and battered, but okay.

Spoke with my regular doc and cardiologist. My Cardiologist put me on a medicine (a steriod called Florinef- if any of you have taken this one can you let me know what your experience was?)) to keep my blood pressure from bottoming out. That is why I keep passing out. He wants me to stay on it until I have had the monitor for 30 days (which I still have NOT recieved) and the other tests (scheduled for april) and then he'll decide what he will do. I guess I will have to be patient- but you all know patience is not one of my best traits. I am extremely frustrated with the whole thing. Especially since now, I am on a dreaded steroid again.

So, I am taking this drug to help my blood pressure issue. In return, this wonderful drug will strip me of my potassium, raise my blood sugar, and lower my already compromised immune system. So, that means I have to take a potassium supplement (and this liquid  is the most vile stuff you can imagine), I have to monitor my blood sugar and take meds for it. I am not a diabetic, but steroids raise my blood sugar for some reason and I have to take meds to lower it as diet alone won't touch it. And then there's the immune system issue. That means if you have the slightest sniffle, you are banned from visiting me until you are well. I'm sorry about that, but please please PLEASE don't come over if you are sick. I won't be able to fight off the smallest thing and your little sniffle will put me in the hospital.

This also means where ever I go I will have to wear a mask. Boy I just love that. But Greg warned me- if I don't he won't take me out. and doc already said forget about grocery shopping and other non important errands. Poor Greg. Honestly, sometimes I don't know why he puts up with me. But he does. And he does it with a smile. And a kiss. He knows just what to say to bring me up and make me not give up the fight to get well. And those of you that are "sisters in illness" know what a struggle chronic illness is. But I have many things to be well for. My family, my friends, my furbabies, and then there's my newest online venture. But that's another story.  :)