I appear to have moved on from Covid! I now have a pulmonary embolism and am under the care of the Anticoagulant Clinic. I started off injecting an Anticoagulant drug every day but have now moved to warfarin. It has started to look as though I an unable to cope with this as I am feeling sick 24/7. I raised this with the senior nurse today and she is referring me to the consultant of the week in the hope I can be moved to a different drug and feel happier.
In the meantime my INR levels have shot up and I am covered in horrific bruises and lumps which don't ever seem to go down. Basically breathing is a challenge and I am an even stranger shape than normal which is really impacting the little body confidence I had left. Plus I keep catching the sore, painful bumps with my arms and this is not beneficial to my mood/state of mind. I have had enough and really need a break. Preferably on another planet...
I am still feeling incredibly lonely. Andy is still working from home and is allowed to yell at his laptop as much as he wants to. But I am meant to stay silent and not cause any type of distraction or noise. If I had enough energy I would go and steal a dog for some company as he is making it very obvious that I will never get one if my own. At least I could talk to a dog...and it wouldn't such me.
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