Okay, so I went off to clinic for the CT Scan on the aorta. And then waited waited wait until it was time to go see the cardiac surgeon for the results. The CT scan itself wasn’t so bad, but I have to keep flushing with lots and lots of water to flush out the dye that they used. Okay, no big deal with that, I suppose. I can drink water.
Fortunately, my results were rushed, so I didn’t have to wait as long as original thought. I got see shortly after 2:00 instead of waiting until after 3:30.
When Dr. Mortazavi came in he spent a good long while clicking through the computer reviewing the results of the CT scan, and then he asked how I’m doing. I said not so good because I can’t work. He asked why not, so I said, “You told me not to exert myself, not lift over 10 pounds, not increase blood pressure or do anything to risk blowing out the aneurysm, so I’ve not been working.”
He said, “Well, it’ll be a while longer before you can work.” Oh shit!
Apparently my kind of aneurysm cannot be fixed by running a catheter up an artery through the groin. They’re going to have to cut me open. And they’re going to refer me to a different kind of surgeon who does that type of work, and put me in the hospital for that. And I have no idea how long that will put me away from everything, OR how long recovery will take before I can start throwing wet yarns and heavy steamers around. But he said I can’t do that just yet. FUCK!
He did say that there is a lot of scar tissue involved, that the aneurysm has been there a while, it didn’t just recently happen at once. So apparently I’ve been working with it like that for a while and didn’t even know it, but it possibly could have ruptured at any time. I really don’t know how these things actually work, but I’m not taking any unnecessary chances.
Oh yeah, and the colonoscopy on Friday just ain’t gonna happen. I’ve already been squeezed in to see this new cardiac surgeon on Thursday, so they’re making things happen quickly. I guess that’s a good thing, but I find it overwhelming. And I have no earthly idea how much of this will be covered under my MedicareAdvantage plan. The referral has already been approve, but I don’t know about hospitalization and after-care. And since I’ve been told not to work, I have no new money coming in. I will likely need to start a GoFundMe or something just to cover bills and shit and incidentals that would normally be covered by selling yarn.
Needless to say, I am not a happy camper. Yes, I realize this is all part of the process to get me well and shit, but what the fuck, man?
eta: Oh yeah, and the Lyft driver was an older white dude, nattering on and on about whatever but my head wasn’t into listening. At one point he said, “If you put a combat helmet on Donald Trump, he looks just like General Patton.” I zoned out after that. And when we got to my house, he said, “I’d like to pray for you before you get out.” I said, “That won’t be necessary,” and got out as quickly as I could.