Archive for the ‘sinus’ category

Am I claustrophobic?

November 17, 2008

After a year and a half of fiddling around with my sometimes constant stabbing headache, my doctor decided I should have an MRA, even though she is convinced that the headache is caused by my sinus. I am happy about this decision because ever since May 2007 I have been convinced that something in my head is about to burst, and if the MRA proves me wrong I can get on with my life. (Let’s see, what was I doing when I was interrupted? I think it was Downward-facing Dog.)

Now the question is: the vague feeling of unease I get when thinking of being trapped in an elevator, a cave, an airplane; is that claustrophobia or just good sense?

Exercise, day 2

September 15, 2008

Walked the dog for 35 minutes this morning. That’s 5 minutes longer than yesterday. I am thinking of getting out my bicycle and looking at it, but I don’t want to overdo things.

Migraine Week in Review

September 14, 2008

This was a funny week. Tuesday I arrived at work an hour early and rushed around getting tons of stuff done, but never stopped to wonder where all the energy was coming from until around noon when everything started to look funny and I realized my zeal for work was a migraine aura. So I convinced myself to take an Amerge even though I didn’t have any pain yet, and made it through the rest of the day fairly comfortably. Wednesday and Thursday I felt good! Friday I took another Amerge as soon as I felt some little twinges of pain, and I got through storytime okay but the migraine has been hanging around ever since, making me grasp my head and complain out loud without realizing it (very embarrassing) and making me forget people’s names and who wrote what book and other stuff I’m supposed to know for my job.

Two Amerge a week is my limit, dictated by my insurance, not my doctor.

34 straight days of antibiotics has (knock on wood) cleared up my sinus infection. Dare I hope that once I get through this bad migraine patch I might resume my “normal” active life? I mean, a year and a half ago it was normal for me to walk every day, go to yoga class 3 or 4 days a week, and ride my bike to work once a week. Now it’s normal for me to get so tired from mopping the kitchen that I need to take a nap. (And it’s a very small kitchen, and I don’t even move the chairs anymore.)

Today the dog and I walked for half an hour. Let’s see what happens tomorrow.

Unhappy some more

August 11, 2008

I have another infection in my left sinus. The doctor phoned in yet another antibiotic for me, but can’t see me until Thursday. The appointment desk acted like it was a major miracle to find me an appointment that soon (I called them Friday morning.) That may be, but I had surgery 5 weeks ago and this is the second infection I’ve had, or the same infection never going away more likely. It’s too bad the doctor doesn’t have time to take care of his patients.

I’m just grumpy due to pain and the worn-out way the infection and the antibiotics make me feel. I have the day off from work tomorrow because it’s my daughter’s birthday, but I guess it’s going to be yet another vacation day wasted on being sick. I frankly can’t remember the last vacation day I’ve had that wasn’t wasted on feeling sick. It was more than a year ago, I know, because I started getting the stabbing headache 1 year and 3 months ago. The last trip we took was 13 months ago, and mainly I just sat quietly in the car trying not to jostle my head.


August 3, 2008

In order to stop my spectacular nosebleeds, the ENT cauterized my left turbinate. It didn’t hurt when he did it. The check-out person waved me out of the office, Good-bye! Never come back! As soon as I set foot in the parking lot the pain hit. Oh well, I’ll feel better soon. I drove to work. Felt worse. Took Tylenol, the do-nothing drug. Felt worser. Then some kind of watery (but bloodless) discharge started dripping/gushing/dripping from my nose. I work alone at that library. It was just me and the poor library patrons, who all got a grumpy earful from me, in between disgusting gushes.

I was not aware of how much I complained that day until this weekend, when some of the same people came back in and asked me gingerly, from a safe distance, if I was feeling any better. Yes, I said, surprised, How did you know I was sick? Hoo boy.

A picture of my pond

July 27, 2008

You can’t really see it, but the finished brick patio is in the background. We finished it two days before my surgery. Today I went outside and stood on it and thought, the air is clear enough today that I could even get a chair and sit on my patio for a while. But then my nose started bleeding so I went inside. It’s hard for me to believe that nosebleeds are normal 4 weeks after surgery, and I’m glad I stubbornly insisted on another follow-up appointment with the surgeon so I can ask him about it on Tuesday. It could be that the continuously smoky air is delaying my healing, and if so, clear air will help, I hope.

Glass Pineapple Can’t Stop Complaining

July 20, 2008

I went to see the ENT on Thursday and told him I couldn’t breathe through my nose and one side of my face hurt. He said I might have an infection and gave me more antibiotics. I do feel a little better today (Sunday), but basically I have been going to work every day and then coming home and going straight to bed. The antibiotic is Avelox. It makes me queasy and shaky. Let’s see, any more complaints?

Yes! The doctor said, take these antibiotics and then I want to see you again in two weeks. But when I dutifully took my piece of paper up to the check-out desk, the check-out woman was on the phone, grilling someone about something they were supposed to send to her. I stood there for a while, then she motioned for the paper. She then waved me away and whispered, “Call if you need us.” I said, (not whispering, since I wanted her to hear me over the person on the phone,) “I’m supposed to come back in two weeks.”

Still on the phone, she looked over the paper, and shook her head. But if I wasn’t going to come back in two weeks, I wanted to see the doctor again immediately, because that brought up a lot of questions I hadn’t thought to ask, like: Will I ever be able to breathe again? If I’m still in pain 6 months from now, is that normal? So I was stubborn. “The doctor said he wanted to see me in two weeks.”

She continued her phone conversation, then finally ended it with the words, “All right, I’ll tell my husband.” That doesn’t sound very work-related to me. Even if she were married to one of the doctors, I think she’d call him Dr. whatever during a business call. Anyway, then she could talk to me and she said, “There’s no indication here that the doctor wants to see you again.” I didn’t know what to say, so I just repeated, “The doctor said I should come back in two weeks.” She said, “Sometimes that happens in the course of conversation…”

Sometimes what happens, doctors say stuff they don’t mean? What? Or is See Me In Two Weeks code for This Patient is a Pain Get Rid of Her? The woman looked at me, I looked at her. I felt like a dummy, but I couldn’t think of any other way to put it, so I said for the fourth time, “He said he wanted to see me in two weeks.”

“Well,” she said, “if you feel a need to see the doctor, of course I will make an appointment for you.” Okay, I get it. So long as I admit that seeing the doctor is just some silly notion of my own, not a serious idea of the doctor’s, I’ll be allowed to return. Fine. Whatever works. So on July 29 at 8:30am, just for a lark, I’ll be back.