Day 156: Progress Update - Spiriva Respimat

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Day 156: Progress Update - Spiriva Respimat

For those who have been following my illness and recovery ... I’m slowly, ever so slowly getting better. While there was a time that I could hardly brush my teeth and wash my face, I can now shower, wash my hair (when needed) followed by teeth brushing and facial cleansing.

I won’t say that I’m okay, far from it, but I can feel an improvement. Part of this recovery may or may not be due to a puffer the lung specialist prescribed.

When he mentioned this puffer to me to improve my breathing, I was all for it and let Dieter pick up the medicine from the pharmacy. The cost was nothing to sneeze at ... $79, from which I won’t get a cent back because I don’t have medical insurance.

Once I had the medicine, I started reading the accompanying pamphlet and got scared ... there were so many possible side effects. By treating my labored breathing, I stood the chance of something far more serious. Just look at the list:

Spiriva Respimat

If experienced, these tend to have a Less Severe expression

• Dry Mouth

INFREQUENT side effects

If experienced, these tend to have a Severe expression

• Chest Pain
• Nosebleed
• Rash
• Urinary Tract Infection

If experienced, these tend to have a Less Severe expression

• Arthritis
• Constipation
• Cough
• Dizzy
• Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease
• Heart Throbbing or Pounding
• Inflammation of the Nose
• Itching
• Sinus Irritation and Congestion
• Throat Irritation
• Throwing Up
• Thrush
• Voice Disorder

RARE side effects

If experienced, these tend to have a Severe expression

• Angina
• Atrial Fibrillation
• Blocked Bowels with Decreased Peristaltic Movement
• Giant Hives
• Hives
• Hypersensitivity Drug Reaction
• Increased Pressure in Eyes
• Infection
• Paroxysmal Supraventricular Tachycardia
• Worsening of Glaucoma

If experienced, these tend to have a Less Severe expression

• Blurred Vision
• Cannot Empty Bladder
• Difficult or Painful Urination
• Difficulty Swallowing
• Dry Skin
• Inflammation of The Gums
• Inflammation of The Voice Box
• Painful, Red or Swollen Mouth
• Painful, Red or Swollen Tongue
• Paradoxical Bronchospasm
• Skin Ulcer
• Throat Pain

You have to admit, this is scary stuff. Unfortunately, it’s not just Spiriva Respimat who has a string of side effects, just about all medications do. They treat or cure one thing, but the patient risks an equal or worse condition.

So, what I do is, I spray the mist from the puffer into the air and inhale it from there. I don’t get the full dosage, but that doesn’t bother me. I have the constitution of a child anyway. Fact is, I’m getting better, so I’ll just keep doing what I’m doing.

In addition, I’m going to try something natural. I’ve read online that garlic is good for the lungs. One of the recipes is to crush a clove of garlic, put it in water and drink the water. Since I’m not a vampire, I’m gonna give that a shot.

Day 155: The Service of Scarborough General Hospital

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Day 155: The Service of Scarborough General Hospital

Yesterday I related my experiences at the Scarborough General Hospital after fluid was detected in my lungs and the draining process. Today I would like to go into a bit more detail regarding the services of the hospital and other details.

As I mentioned, the first time I went to the emergency room the nurse who treated me was sympathetic and immediately let me go through for treatment. The second time I was at the emergency room, the nurse clearly didn’t give a damn even though I was in obvious distress with breathing.

The process of inserting the draining tubes in my lungs I can only describe as torture. The technician didn’t wait long enough for the local anesthetic to kick in and subjected me to unnecessary pain. Just look at the holes that were made in my skin ... do you think that tickled?

I came to the hospital because I had trouble breathing, a discomfort that grew worse and worse after the lung-drain technician punctured my lung and part of my lung collapsed. I rang for a nurse, but other than being given oxygen, it took at least an hour before real action was taken.

All in all, I was in one of the treatment rooms from 11:00 a.m. to 1:30 a.m. Not having eaten since breakfast, I was ravenous and kept asking for some food, which was either ignored or forgotten.

Eventually, a nurse brought me half a tired looking sandwich with roast beef and some water. The sandwich tasted horrible, but because I was so hungry I nibbled my way through it anyway.

When I was taken to my room, I found an unmade bed. There was an undersheet and a protective mat, but other than that nothing. In the four days that I was in the hospital, not once were the sheets changed.

As for the food ... delicious. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner was really something to look forward to. Every day something different, beautifully presented and really tasty.

As for my roommates ... two of them were nice and friendly people, but the fourth one was my worst nightmare. I guess her to be in her 80s with excess phlegm in her lungs and throat. Every hour this phlegm had to be removed via suction, a process that sounded truly disgusting. In-between treatments she was sleeping and snoring and if there’s one thing that drives me nuts, it’s snoring. Snoring made even worse with all that phlegm rustling around in her throat. So, the whole day I sat with headphones on, listening to music and videos to draw out that sickening noise.

As for the nights ... I knew that I wouldn’t get a wink of sleep having to listen to that snoring, so since I couldn’t get another room, I asked the nurse if my bed could be moved. This was indeed possible. My bed was moved to the nurse's station. The place was not as dark as a room, and it was rather noisy, but that didn’t bother me at all. As long as I didn’t have to listen to the snoring woman I was happy and slept like a baby.

In addition to the problem with my lungs, there was a problem with my blood pressure. According to the doctor, it was too low and so he instructed the nurses to give me one IV-bag after another. After 24 hours I noticed that my feet had swollen to the size of little elephant paws. Treatment had to be stopped immediately.

At last, came the day that I was discharged from the hospital. Well, technically, I discharged myself. The doctor wanted to keep me for another day, but I had enough.

For whatever happens next, I don’t think I will go back to the Scarborough General Hospital. The food was great, but the service sucked.

Day 154: My Hospital Experience

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Day 154: My Hospital Experience

Even though a multitude of New Years wishes included good health, 2019 was not off to a great start for me. In the second week of January I got sick, a bug I was told, a bug was going around Toronto. I was not in the least surprised that this bug had found me. I’m always a welcoming host for whatever goes around.

When it got worse in the second week I still wasn’t worried, but when it goes worse still in the third week I thought it was time to consult a doctor. However, there was a problem ... my family doctor has her office downtown and I was in no fit state to travel. So, I called ‘Doctors making house calls.’

The doctor who showed up and examined me diagnosed me with pneumonia. She prescribed antibiotics and even though I had mentioned that I am allergic to penicillin, the drugs she prescribed contained penicillin.

To get suitable antibiotics another doctor from ‘Doctors making house calls’ was summoned. He said I didn’t need antibiotics as there was nothing wrong with me, I just had a simple cold. When things got worse still, I made my way to a walk-in clinic where I finally got safe antibiotics and since I was short of breath, a puffer to help me breathe. If I wasn’t feeling any better at the completion of the antibiotics course, I was to make my way to the hospital for tests.

I didn’t get any better, and so last Friday I took a cab to the Scarborough General Hospital. As soon as I mentioned shortness of breath, the nurse let me through and I was taken to an examination room. The attending doctor suspected fluid in the lungs. Since it was late Friday, nothing would be done, but he suggested that I check into the hospital to get immediate service on Monday. Staying at the hospital over the weekend didn’t appeal to me, so I checked out and promised to come back on Monday.

When I came back on Monday, the emergency room was packed with people. When I mentioned to the nurse that I couldn’t breathe, she didn’t seem to care, just told me to take a seat and wait my turn. Two hours passed, 15 patients were still ahead of me ... I decided to call it quits.

The next day things got so bad that I called 911 and was taken to hospital by ambulance. To cut a long story short, an X-ray was taken of my chest, followed by a CT-scan, and it was confirmed that I had indeed fluid in my lungs. Hence the shortness of breath. The fluid would need to be drained.

The preparation for the draining procedure I can describe as nothing less than torture. Even though I received a local anesthetic, I felt everything. The needle that went into the left side of my back, the 1 mm thick tube that followed and everything else that went on back there. I moaned and growled with pain and at one point nearly passed out. By the time the left side was done, I was terrified for the right-hand side. Fortunately, that went a lot better. The anesthetic had more time to work and even though I still felt pain, it wasn’t as excruciating as the left-hand side.

The pain wasn’t over yet though, with two thick tubes in my back, it was nearly impossible to get comfortable.

Within 15 minutes, 500 ml of fluid had gathered in the right-hand side bag, and while there was a good amount of fluid in the left-hand side bag, there was also a lot of air in that bag. 

In fact, it was swollen like a balloon. Within no time I couldn’t breathe anymore, I started to panic, and even though I was given oxygen and told to take deep breaths, I was like a fish a dry land. A nurse was summoned, she called for a doctor, who in turn ordered an X-ray. It turned out that the technician who had inserted the tubes had punctured my lung and now part of my lung had collapsed.

During my four-day hospital stay, an X-ray was taken of my lungs every day to monitor the healing of the lung. By Friday the hole had been reduced from 5 cm to 2 cm. According to the doctor, I should stay one more day in the hospital, but I had enough, I wanted to go home. To the best of my knowledge, people heal better in their own environment.

Before leaving the hospital, the doctor removed the tubes in my back and I was quite surprised to see the apparatus. I thought it was just a simple plastic tube, but that was not the case. This is what I saw ...

No wonder I had been in so much pain.

My hospital stay had some positive aspects too though. Every day my son brought me a cup of Tim Horton's coffee with a few of their delicious cookies and he brought me flowers.

So now I'm home, home sweet home, and although I am better, I am far from 100%. Everything I do exhausts me. I can’t wait to get better so I can do all the things I did before: cleaning, cooking, going for a walk, not to mention ... bowling. When I return to the bowling alley, there probably will be cobwebs in the holes of my ball.

Day 153: Book Review: What Alice Forgot

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Day 153: Book Review: What Alice Forgot

The concept of ‘What Alice Forgot’ is simple ... Alice falls off her bike during spin class and forgets the past ten years.

While the story starts off alright, it quickly falls apart. Not only isn’t the story going anywhere, but writer Liane Moriarty has seen fit to include all kinds of letters from family and friends to Alice’s doctor into the story. These letters are full of blah blah blah and contribute nothing.

Not only is the story of What Alice Forgot not going anywhere, but it’s full of holes.

Alice and her husband buy a house, a fixer-upper. After the purchase, they don’t have a penny to their name and they have no renovation skills, yet someone the house gets restored to its former glory, including a pool in the backyard.

Alice is a stay at home mom, and there is no mention of what her husband does for a living, yet somehow they seem to be able to spend money like water.

Alice is a completely unsympathetic character. At one time she might have been an ordinary woman, but now ten years down the line, she’s nothing more than a gym bunny with not a thought in her head. Her life revolves around pretty outfits and preening herself in front of her mirror so she looks perfect – just to take the kids to school.

Her intelligence is at an all-time low. She's divorcing her husband and is in a custody battle for their three kids. Rather than being worried that she could lose her kids, Alice prefers to think of the custody battle as a custard battle during which she flings bits of custard at her husband.

One must actually wonder if Liane Moriarty is familiar with the concept of divorce. She describes the proceedings as that her husband will walk away with nothing and let Alice have everything. Nowhere does she touch on the sale of the house. Given that the mortgage on the house is only ten years old, who will make future payments? Not Alice, because she doesn't have an income and I doubt her ex will go on paying for everything.

Not that Alice doesn’t have a plan. The ink on her divorce papers isn’t quite dry yet but she’s already set her sights on another guy, the school principal.   

When Liane Moriarty talks about other characters in the book, it’s clear she’s obsessed with babies, you could call her baby crazy. When Alice’s sister fails to get pregnant and stay pregnant, Liane Moriarty blatantly advertises IVF injections. Never mind that these hormone injections are proven to an increased risk of breast cancer due to high levels of estrogen.

Another character in the book states ... “I had all my kids through IVF injections.” All her kids? How many kids does she have ... 3, 5, 7?

Is this what Liane Moriarty thinks of her female readers, that they aren’t happy and fulfilled women unless they have a couple of kids hanging off their skirt? And is she really telling women that, if they can’t conceive naturally, they should risk getting cancer as long as IVF injections give them that baby?

Not that Liane Moriarty character Alice seems to be an expert on raising kids. Her eldest daughter is a terror with little or no manners, who takes rudeness to her parents and siblings to a new level. Her son is a know-it-all, who seems to think that he rules the house. As for her youngest, she's barely more than a toddler but according to Liane Moriarty, she choreographed her own ballet performance.

Safe to say, I gave up on What Alice Forgot, I just didn't care anymore. While some writers agonize over creating the right story it seems Liane Moriarty wrote this on her kitchen table. This isn't writing, this is a bunch of senseless dribble.

Day 152: Happy New Year

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Day 152: Happy New Year

Best wishes to all my readers for the new year. We all waved 2018 a fond goodbye and welcomed 2019. What will the year bring I wonder?

Ideally, every day will be a day of joy and laughter, but we all know that will not be the case. Between January 1^st and December 31^st family and friends will pass away, jobs will be lost, and pets will leave for Rainbow Bridge. Along with happiness, there will be sadness and anger, along with laughter, tears will fall.  

It so happened that I watched a movie last night where a man was able to go back in time and erase all the bad things in his life. Whatever went wrong, he simply went back a year, a day or even an hour or less to fix things. Eventually, he came to the conclusion that his life was not easier, on the contrary, because he erased the bad times, he didn’t appreciate the good times.

Still, on a day like today, we have to stay positive. It’s a brand-new beginning for all of us and we have to take advantage of this clean slate.

How did you welcome the new year? Dancing the night away at a party, curled up in front of the TV, or fast asleep under the duvet? Me, I stayed at home. I’m not a fan of going out when there is so much consumption of alcohol leading to fights and accidents.

Just this morning I read that a truck plowed into a sedan and a man was stabbed. Both were minding their own business, but in both cases, alcohol abuse was the cause of their death by simply being at the wrong place at the wrong time. For them and their families, 2019 has a less than happy beginning.

But let’s not get morbid. It’s January first and the majority of us are in good spirits. So, from me, my son and my fury gang ... best wishes for the new year.

  

  

Day 151: How to Put Together a Cat Tree

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Day 151: How to Put Together a Cat Tree

The cat tree has finally arrived. It was supposed to be here last Wednesday, but due to the Canadian Postal strike, the delivery got delayed.

When the box arrived it immediately had the attention of cats, Halley’s in particular. She parked herself on top of the box and no doubt wondered what was inside. When Dieter came home the message was clear … how soon can you put this thing together?

As soon as Dieter started the works, Charlotte and Holly kept a safe distance, but Halley and Greyson assumed the role of foreman and supervisor. This is how it went down …

WHAT A MESS. CAN YOU FIGURE IT OUT, DADDY?

WHEN YOU'RE DONE, CAN I HAVE A LOOK AT THE MANUAL?

YES, THAT'S WHERE THE SCREW GOES

I THINK YOU'RE ON THE RIGHT TRACK

DOES IT LOOK ANY BETTER FROM DOWN THERE?

OKAY, I'LL HOLD THE TREE STEADY FOR YOU

GOOD JOB, DADDY, YOU'RE ALMOST DONE

NOW FOR THE FINISHING TOUCHES

MAKE SURE THAT LADDER IS PROPERLY SECURED

I THINK THERE SHOULD BE ANOTHER LADDER DOWN HERE

ALL DONE

Initially, all of them were afraid of the new cat tree and preferred the box over the actual item.

So, one after another we introduced Charlotte, Holly, Halley, and Greyson to the tree and halleluiah, it was a success. 

THANK YOU, DADDY, THIS MAKES GETTING ON TOP OF THE CABINET SO MUCH EASIER

IT'S A TIGHT FIT, BUT IT WILL DO

Day 150: What’s That’s Smell?

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Day 150: What’s That’s Smell?

Christmas is coming and ever since I discovered shopping online, I’ve been all over the Net looking for suitable gifts. Of course, I had to start early as some gifts come from China and it can take as long as four weeks for packages to arrive. And arriving they do, one after another.

Next up I went in search for wrapping paper, not online but in an actual store. Since not any paper will do, I looked at several designs and finally settled on this one …

This morning I thought it was time to start wrapping the gifts, cleared the dining room table, got the scissors and the sticky tape and set to work. It didn’t take long before I smelled something foul, let me rephrase that … something that stank up to high heaven.

Since it was the smell of poop I thought that one of the cats had an accident on the floor. I checked the carpet under the table, I checked the surrounding floor and when I couldn’t find anything, I checked the bottom of my slippers. I could see anything.

I continued wrapping and the closer I got to the paper, checking that the corners were neatly folded, the stronger the stinky smell became. So, I bend and sniffed the wrapping paper … OMG I nearly passed out, the paper smelled like the worst kind of poop.

Even the cats made a hasty retreat. Thus far Halley and Greyson had positioned themselves on the dining room table, ready to ‘help’ me with the wrapping, but the smell of the paper was even too much for them.

Of course, I'm not just Christmas shopping for Dieter, the cats are getting a gift too. In the past when we bought them toys they showed little or no interest in them but claimed the box the toys came in. So this year we opted for something practical rather than toys. We got them this:

The box is set to arrive tomorrow. I wonder, will they show an interest or ignore the cat tree?