Dr. M. is not happy with the coumadin levels and so I am going in for twice weekly testing of them. The last -- from yesterday -- is higher, but not high enough. She had increased the nightly intake to 10 mg over the weekend and offered the prospect of self-injecting (or having DD or B inject) heparin as a supplement to bring them up enough. I balked at the prospect of sticking myself in the stomach (presumably) with a needle and we compromised on upping the daily amount of coumadin. It is now 8 mg and to be tested again on Friday. I intend to continue bargaining intensely against pointing and using a syringe on myself. We will see.
Yesterday was the vascular surgeon, Dr. B., who also -- from the newspaper articles on his consulting room walls -- does kidney transplants and is active in international dr. organizations. He had seen me in the hospital, but I had no recollection of him. From his tech my legs got a full ultrasound scan and the only outcomes were 1) a prescription for compression stockings on both legs -- as DD says, good thing I'm in relatively good shape because otherwise I'd be completely worn down from seeing drs. nearly every day. Anyway, that's down on E. 72nd. And 2) word that he doesn't have to see me for any further followup. These are good things.
Spring is in the air in NYC -- temps nearly 60 the last two days. Today I'm feeling great, far less spacey in the brain.
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Glad to hear that things are still improving...My dad had to inject himself after his PE - not fun at all. Hope you are able to avoid it!
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