Posts Tagged With: INR

Day 3898: I’m afraid to look

“I’m afraid to look” is a phrase that can pop up in my mind, most recently right before I started writing this post.

“I’m afraid to look,” I thought, before I used my home monitor to discover my INR results after returning home from Halifax, where I was away from my usual routine. “I’m afraid to look,” I thought, as a good INR range for me is between 3.0 – 3.5, remembering how a year ago, when I was on vacation and away from my usual routine, I had a mini-stroke because my INR range was too low (2.4).

Before I conducted the home test this morning, I decided to counteract “I’m afraid to look” with “I need to look and whatever it is, I’ll deal with it.”

I realized that “I’m afraid to look” is a very old thought and feeling for me, related to a traumatic experience I had when I was 10 years old in the hospital, right after my first cardiac pacemaker implant. Nobody told me the pacemaker was huge and was “going to stick out like a sore thumb” — a description my surgeon shared with my parents but neglected to share with me. When I first saw my pacemaker after a nurse removed the bandages, I was afraid and asked, “What’s that?” The nurse, for whatever reason, lied to me and said “That’s your hip, swollen from the surgery.” My fear went away, temporarily. However, when a doctor removed the bandages a day or so later, I looked and was afraid to see the big protrusion still there. I asked again “What’s that?” and the doctor said, very casually, without any questions or further explanations, “That’s your pacemaker.”

I assume that doctors and nurses today would handle that situation much better with a child, so that child wouldn’t grow up being afraid to look.

When I did my INR test this morning, I decided I would not be afraid to look and also — for the first time — take some pictures of the process. I hope you’re not afraid to look at these four photos. (If you’re very squeamish about blood, you might want to scroll quickly past them.)

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Yay! 3.1 is a great number for me and better than my INR number two weeks ago, which was high. My coagulation nurse and I decided not to adjust my medication before my trip, because we were afraid that might result in my INR becoming dangerously low again.

Is anyone afraid to look at my other images for today?

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It looks like the Daily Bitch is afraid to look outside a six-foot radius.

Afraid to look on YouTube for “afraid to look”? I need to look and whatever it is, we’ll deal with it (here and here).

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Thanks to all who were not afraid to look at today’s post, including YOU!

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Day 3766: Taking a chance

I’m taking a chance that there will be some good quotes about taking a chance out there.

Next week I’ll be taking a chance and going on a river cruise in Europe for the first time. I don’t want to take a chance with my health so I’ll be packing my INR monitoring device and additional medicine in case my INR goes too low. I don’t want to take a chance of having another Transient Ischemic Attack (TIA) like I did when I was traveling in September.

I also don’t want to take a chance with our cat Joan’s eye problem which is not getting better, so I’m going to call the vet today.

Am I taking a chance with any of my other images for today?

Looks like the Daily Bitch is taking a chance with pizza.

I hope you’ll be taking a chance to hear this great song about taking a chance on love.

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Thanks to all who are taking a chance, including YOU!

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Day 3737: Here comes trouble.

Last week, when the social workers at my hospital gathered together in person for the first time in three years for a team-building event, I didn’t think “here comes trouble” because I have a high level of immunity to COVID (completely boosted, with a recent bout of the virus in February).

When the social workers were asked to briefly introduce ourselves and perhaps include our favorite ice cream flavor, I said my name, where I worked in the hospital, “Rocky Road, and I’m wearing socks that say ‘here comes trouble.’”

Here comes trouble: since then, I’ve wondered if saying I was wearing “here comes trouble” socks was too

  • weird,
  • off-putting,
  • age inappropriate, or
  • awkward.

Here comes trouble — human minds usually search for the negatives to try to keep ourselves safe, but that can cause useless and troubling thoughts. There’s enough real trouble in the world without wasting time on “here comes trouble” cognitive distortions, like mind-reading.

Here comes some personal, health-related trouble. Before I test my INR with my home device every other Sunday morning, I’m feeling “here comes trouble” feelings and thinking “here comes trouble” thoughts. Here comes the explanation: if the number that appears on my measuring device is not between the small range of 3.0 – 3.5, here comes trouble for me. Since I had a mini-stroke in September when my INR was 2.4, I have the trouble of needing to give myself an injection if the number is below 2.7. Also, if the INR number is too low, my mechanical heart valve could get clogged and need replacement with another very troubling open heart surgery. And if the number is above 3.5, that could cause troubling bleeding.

Whenever I test my INR, I always have to wait what feels like a troublingly long time (probably only about 10 seconds) to find out if here comes trouble. Here comes my INR result for today from here-comes-trouble me …

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Here comes relief! Now I’ll wait another two weeks to see if here comes trouble again.

Let’s see if here comes trouble in my other images for today.

Because I do my best to keep my INR in the no-trouble range by eating the right amount of spinach — which contains anti-coagulating vitamin K — every single day, here comes my celebration of National Spinach and Spinach Festival Day!

Let’s see what I find when I search for “here comes trouble” on YouTube.

Here comes gratitude from me for all who helped me write this here-comes-trouble post, including YOU!

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Day 3618: Happy Mix

Yesterday, I was happy to see that Spotify had created a happy mix for me.

Even though I’m reading a book that helpfully promotes being content over being happy …

… I still like to mix it up with happy mixes, so here’s today’s happy mix of images

I’m happy that after a mix of less-than-ideal INR readings for months, my anti-coagulant levels are back in the sweet spot!

Here’s a tune from my Happy Mix that made me happy yesterday:

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Every happy mix includes gratitude as a main ingredient, so thanks to all who help me mix these daily blogs, including YOU!

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Day 3561: Does this make sense?

Last week in one of my therapy groups, we noticed how some members were asking “does this make sense?” when they were making complete sense.

We tried to make sense of this and discussed how people can doubt their ability to make sense when they’ve gotten messages from the culture and/or their families that they make less sense than others.

Does this make sense? That so many people receive undermining messages like that?

An older woman in the group shared how she has learned to stop asking “does this make sense?” when she is speaking, which made sense to the other members.

Does this make sense that I’m sharing these thoughts and images with you today?

To make sense of this reading: My INR is finally back where it needs to be!

Does this makes sense that “Bring Your Kids to Work Day” would be on a WEEKEND?

Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “does this make sense?”

It always makes sense for me to end my blog posts with thanks to all who try to make sense of them, including you!

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Day 3556: Honestly

Honestly, I’ve been having trouble deciding what to call today’s post.

Honestly, I often take my cues from the Daily Bitch Calendar.

Honestly, I don’t expect to outlive my dear husband Michael, because I’m 10 years older than he is and I have complicated medical issues. Honestly, Michael keeps telling me that I’m going to outlive him and, honestly, I prefer to focus on the wonderful moments we are sharing with each other now.

Honestly, today is the 12th anniversary of our first encounter online through the dating app OkCupid.

Honestly, I’ve preserved and printed out all the messages Michael and I exchanged online before we met in person on Halloween, 2010. Honestly, I think that collection would make a great epistolary novel.

Honestly, I don’t observe Jewish holidays any more but I do want to wish everyone who celebrates them a Happy New Year today.

Honestly, I’m relieved that my INR is in a safer range, as of this morning.

Honestly, sometimes life is a little overwhelming.

Honestly, these are all the other images I have to share with you now.

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Honestly, for me, every day has to be Situational Awareness Day.

Here’s what I find when I search YouTube for “honestly.”

Honestly, I am very, very thankful for YOU.

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Day 3554: Trying to make sense of things

Here and now, I’m trying to make sense of things, including:

  • Why my INR level dipped dangerously low yesterday,
  • Why I thought to check my INR earlier than usual (thank goodness),
  • How it was so difficult to get the shots I needed to protect myself from having such a low INR from my local pharmacy,
  • Why I’m doing a better job administering those shots than some trained professionals did last week at a Georgia hospital when my INR was also dangerously low,
  • Why some people that I reach out to take so long getting back to me,
  • Why the repair of our upstairs bathroom is taking so long,
  • Why some days have so many National Day observances and other have so few,
  • Why so many people in the USA don’t exercise their right to vote,
  • Why so many people get fooled by toxic narcissists, and
  • How I continue to remain sane through all of this.

Yesterday, my dear friend Carol and I discussed how trying to make sense of things can lead to magical thinking.

For example, I’ve been trying to make sense of the unexpected and scary medical things I’ve been dealing with lately by magically thinking they might be the the result of:

  • my unexpectedly being reassured by a new cardiologist this month that my very unusual heart was serving me very well and should keep me alive for many years to come,
  • my not observing the Jewish High Holidays,
  • my boldly and confidently sharing my original song “Everybody‘s Somebody’s Asshole” with total strangers in Georgia and getting a delighted reaction, and
  • being “too” confident in general.

I’m wondering how you are trying to make sense of things (including this blog post) right now.

Please join me in trying to make sense of my images for today.

Thanks to the National Days website, now I’m making sense of National Seat Check Saturday.

Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “trying to make sense of things.”

Gratitude always helps me make sense of things, so thanks to those who visit this daily blog, including YOU!

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Day 3547: What a mess!

“What a mess!” I’m thinking as I …

  • start to unpack after returning home from my trip to Florida and Georgia,
  • continue to recover from my unexpected hospital trip when I was on vacation,
  • try to figure out how to avoid having another another messy mini stroke/TIA in the future,
  • try to avoid a mess when taking my blood to check my INR (which was too low at 2.4 last week, which likely caused the TIA),
  • readjust to being home with Michael and the cats, who can make a mes,
  • think about our long-overdue bathroom remodel, which is quite a mess, and
  • let go of any shame I have about messes of any kind.

What a mess as I try to organize my images for today.

What a mess of National Days there are today! I like that I’m publishing this what-a-mess post on National CleanUp Day.

What a mess of videos there are on YouTube!

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Thanks to all who deal with messes, including YOU!

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Day 3352: Herding cats

A manager I know at work sometimes refers to her job as “herding cats.”

Here’s what I find online about herding cats:

Managing people can be like herding cats. Managing thoughts, which can go everywhere — into the future, into the past, miles away from where we actually are, and often to the worst-case scenario — can be like herding cats. People and thoughts are entities which are inherently uncontrollable.

Speaking of entities which are inherently uncontrollable, there’s cats. Yesterday, I didn’t close the front door correctly after we got home after food shopping amongst many unherded people. When the door came open later, our cat Joan (who used to live unherded on the streets of Tennessee with her sisters and lots of kittens) got out. My husband Michael, who was on the phone, noticed the door was open and his unherded thoughts went to disaster (a cat has escaped and is GONE!) but Joan, unherded, walked back in. When Joan jumped up on the sofa next to me, my unherded thoughts tried to figure out why she felt so cold.

We’re all very relieved that Joan didn’t take off — unherded and unheard from again — for warm Tennessee.

Now I’m going to herd my images for today into some sort of order.

I assume that someone on Twitter is going to herd those days into a single celebration, like “I’m going to go to the dentist wearing a dress after getting cavities from eating frozen food, oreo cookies, and white chocolate cheesecake, and getting a medal for finishing all those.”

Here’s what I find on YouTube when I search for “herding cats.”

Now I’ve got to go herd my blood-testing equipment into line and check my INR. Feel free to herd any thoughts and feelings you have about this post into a comment, below.

Thanks to all those who help me herd so many things into this daily blog, including YOU.

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Day 3338: Chores

It’s no chore for me to blog every day and here’s a definition of “chore.”

My husband, Michael (who does almost all the chores around here) and I sometimes discuss what chores we dread. He dreads the chore of taking out the garbage and I dread the chores of being on call at work, doing our taxes, and testing my blood every other week because I take the anticoagulant Coumadin. We both dread the chore of taking either of our cats to the vet.

Last night, I asked this question on Twitter:

I phrased the question that way because a few people have let me know that they find my Twitter questions a chore. I look forward to reading all the answers to that question, which will be no chore at all.

My niece Julie McGrath has said this about chores: “Try changing I HAVE to do this to I GET to do this!” Using Julie’s advice, I’ll say this: I get to check my blood INR today!

I also get to share all these quotes about chores with you, plus other random images.

Today I get to celebrate National Love Your Pet Day, which is no chore at all.

If it’s no chore, please leave a comment below.

Now I get to express my thanks to all who get to do chores and who read my blog, including YOU!

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