This getting old ain't much fun. My “lack ‘o fun” time began in early November when I developed a nice case of gout. While the doctor and I tried several approaches to see if it was possible to minimize the effects of gout, nothing seemed to work. Several items on the “DO NOT EAT OR DRINK” list included NO alcohol and NO wild game. Before finally putting me on allopurinol, the doctor threatened to come over to my house and empty my freezers of all wild game, or put me on a VEGAN DIET. I told him that wasn’t going to happen!! I am now on allopurinol.
The next round of in the “lack ‘o fun” times started several weeks ago when my heart went into atrial fibrillation. My heart would go into it’s own version of the Irish River Dance. My body temperature would swing between sweating and absolutely freezing. The only speculation was that a unitary tract infection somehow triggered the A-FIB. After hitting me with some heavy duty drugs in my IV during my overnight stay last Sunday, the A-FIB started started to settle back down. I had visions of Tim coming to visit wearing a set of insulted rubber gloves and pulling a large industrial sized cart with several large batteries and a set of jumper cables. As he walks through the door he is sparking the electrodes together and announcing, “Never fear!! Doctor Tim is here. I won’t feel a thing.”
Apparently I may have experienced a number of mini-TIA’s, (aka mini strokes). We’lI see what my cardiologist has to say about this next week. As a precautionary measure I have been added to the Xarealto club. I don’t need a blood blockage that gives me a big stroke.
I’ll let everyone know how I progress. Please keep me in your prayers.
Art
