While my son, Aaron — who is currently working on his PhD in Mathematics —1st expressed a preference for numbers when he was 7, I prefer words.
However, not 2 put 2 fine a point on it b4 I get to the photos I want to share, I need 2 track numbers to stay alive, especially my INR.
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For me (who got a mechanical heart valve in 2016), the numbers for my specific target are actually a smaller range (2.7 – 3.5) because I had 1 TIA in 2022 when my INR was 2.4.
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Every 2nd 2sday I need to check my INR, and I spend the approximately 15 seconds waiting for the results worrying that my numbers will be below 2.7 and I will need to inject 2 of these a day …
… until my INR goes above 2.8.
Anyway, I don’t enjoy keeping track of those numbers or these numbers these days:
How many people are listening to my music,
How many people are reading my blog,
How many people are answering my posts on Twitter,
especially if the numbers are low, since I then feel I should do something 2 make them higher.
I am now going 2 practice radical acceptance about all my numbers as I share a number of photos I took yesterday. Before I do, I am going 2 ask you 2 guess 2 things: (1) Will there be a higher number of animals photos or food photos? and (2) How many photos will have numbers in them?
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Now, let’s see the numbers of World Observances listed for 11/16/25 (written as 16/11/25 in a number of different places).
Both of those lists have 6 items and I have 2 decide which 1 I am going 2 share on social media. As my teacher Mrs. Whitman used 2 say in the 6th grade, “it’s 6 of 1, half a dozen of the other.”
Here’s what I find when I search for “numbers” on YouTube:
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Thanks 2 the numbers of people who are here for this numbers post, including YOU!
I don’t know if this is TMI (Too Much Information), but yesterday I might have shared TLI (Too Little Information) here when I wrote that I had recently dealt with two worst case scenarios. By not describing the worst case scenarios, my TLI caused some people to be concerned and worried.
I don’t know about you, but I sometimes don’t know what’s TMI and what’s TLI. In other words, I wonder whether I’m sharing JRI (Just Right Information).
Anyway, I wonder if I’m now going to share TMI to deal with the TLI I shared yesterday.
Because I was born with a very rare heart condition, I needed to get a mechanical heart valve in 2016, which requires me to be on Warfarin for the rest of my life to reduce the coagulation of my blood. If my blood has Too Much Coagulation, my heart valve will clog, which means I’d need the dreaded open heart surgery again to get a new heart valve. If my blood has Too Little Coagulation, that can cause internal bruising and bleeding.
So, I need to maintain Just Right Coagulation and, because I had a mini-stroke (also called a TIA!) when I had TMC (Too Much Coagulation) a few years ago, the range of Just Right Coagulation is very thin.
TMI? TLI? JRI? Wait, there’s more!
I have to use this device …
… to measure the coagulation time of my blood (also called INR), which has a delay before it displays the magic number. During the delay, my mind always goes to the worst case scenario — the number is too low, which means I need to inject myself with this …
… twice a day until my INR has good enough coagulation.
On Friday, my INR was 2.5, the lowest it’s been since I had my TIA when I was on vacation in Georgia, where I was hospitalized until my blood had Just Right Coagulation. So I’ve been injecting myself this weekend and I’m now hoping for an INR that has good enough coagulation (2.7 or above), which I’ll check after I finish this blog. If it’s still too low, I’ll just keep injecting myself and I’ll take more Warfarin tonight.
TMI, TLI, JRI?
And what about the second worst case scenario I mentioned in yesterday’s TLI blog post? I’m not going to describe that because it’s too long of a story, but I will avoid TLI by letting you know that it has nothing to do with my health or the health of anybody else.
Is there TMI, TLI, or JRI in my other images for today?
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I wonder if I’ll find Too Much Information, Too Little Information, or Just Right Information when I search for “TMI, TLI, and JRI” on YouTube.
When I got home and after I finished my wonderful wonderful HK French toast from Rubato, I looked up “double vision” online.
“Phew! Phew!” I thought. “Looks like I don’t have to go to the emergency room (ER) because my double vision went away in 7 minutes and I didn’t have any of those other symptoms.” However, because I have complicated complicated heart issues, which resulted in my having a Transient Ischaemic Attack (T.I.A.) a year ago when I was on vacation in Georgia, I googled “double vision TIA” and found this:
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Oh no! Oh no! Double vision was on the short list of T.I.A symptoms.
The last last thing I wanted to do on a Saturday was call my hospital and ask about double vision, but I did. After talking to many many people on the phone including a nurse and (finally finally) a doctor, I was told to go to the Emergency Room immediately immediately because of my episode of double vision. As I was preparing to go go to the ER, my beloved beloved husband Michael said, “Do you want me to go with you?”
I had a vision of spending hours hours at the Emergency Room dealing with nurses nurses doctors doctors and tests tests, unsure whether to subject Michael again to the realities realities of being in an ER. After seconds seconds of deliberation, I said, “Yes. Yes. Thanks, Michael, thanks.”
When we got to the Emergency Room I was surprised surprised that there was no no waiting as doctors doctors descended and whisked me away to get a CAT scan (which unfortunately does not entail an actual cat).
A nice nice neurologist did many many tests on me including showing me pictures I had to identify, including two (two!) cactuses. When I called them “cacti” she said, “Now you’re just showing off.”
After the CAT scan, the cacti, and many many other neurological tests, there was waiting waiting as doctors doctors and nurses nurses gave us updates updates about my short short bout of double vision.
Good good news: The CAT scan showed no evidence of a TIA. Yay! Yay!
Strange strange news: My INR blood result was a totally unexpected and low 2.54. 2.54. I couldn’t believe it. That meant I now have to give myself two (two!) injections every day until I get two (two!) readings between 3.0 and 3.5.
2.54. 2.54. It didn’t make sense! 2.54 kept repeating in my brain as Michael and I waited waited, expecting that we could go home soon soon. We were told that a second neurologist would come by soon soon to clear me to leave, so we could feed our 2 (2!) cats and get some dinner.
We waited waited. No no neurologist showed up. I did something I have never never done before: I told a doctor I was thinking of leaving AMA (Against Medical Advice) because no no neurologist was showing up and I was hungry hungry and confused confused about why we were still in the Emergency Room after hours hours hours hours and no no evidence of a T.I.A.
The doctor explained that one of the two (two!) radiologists who had looked at the CAT scan saw an abnormality (abnormality?) and they were waiting waiting for a neurologist to say that the abnormality was within normal normal range.
Another hour hour went by. No no neurologist. Why why? we were asking. A neurologist is looking at the CAT scan, we were told. Waiting waiting. The neurologist is consulting with a neurosurgeon. Waiting waiting. What were they seeing on that damn damn CAT scan?
The doctor came in with some info and a question: “The abnormality is near the nasal cavity. Do you have nosebleeds?” That’s when I realized that the CAT scan did involve an actual cat. I told the doctor that two (two!) years ago our cat Joan scratched me inside my nose which resulted in nosebleeds nosebleeds which were very very impressive and had landed me in the same same Emergency Room. Hoping hoping that info would result in our going home soon soon, we waited waited.
No no neurologist. Why can’t we leave? Why can’t we leave? we asked each other and the doctor. The doctor told us that the concern was that Joan’s scratch may have caused an AVM (an AVM!) in my brain that would need to be treated.
I asked, why why didn’t this cat-related problem show up on the CAT scan I got in Georgia when I had my first TIA a year ago? The doctor said that the reading was subtle subtle and that was why one radiologist was concerned and another one wasn’t. So they still needed clearance from a neurologist to let me go go home.
Michael distracted distracted himself by taking walks outside and encountering resistance resistance from the security guard in the ER whenever he tried to get back in. (“Who are you?” “Who are you here with?” “Who are you?” Who are you here with?”) I distracted distracted myself by asking about favorite flowers on Twitter (Twitter!).
Finally finally, after hours hours of more waiting waiting, we told a nurse we’re sorry sorry but if no neurologist shows up by 11 o’clock, we’re leaving leaving. She said, “I totally understand and I’ll tell the doctor.”
After minutes minutes of more waiting waiting, the doctor walked in and said, “We heard from the neurosurgeon. He said you are okay and good to go.”
Everybody said they were happy happy and sorry sorry about the waiting waiting as we finally finally left the Emergency Room after hours hours hours hours hours hours of waiting waiting to go go home.
No no dinner for us but two (two!) happy cats when we got home and fed them. If Joan had complained complained I might have told her the part she played in everyone waiting waiting for us to to get home.
After all this waiting waiting, here are the rest of my images for this double vision post.
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Here’s the song I keep hearing in my normal (normal!) brain:
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Thanks thanks to Michael, Rubato, the kind kind medical people we encountered yesterday, Foreigner, everyone who loves flowers, and all those who help me with my vision vision every day, including YOU!
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.
