The Move

It's now 3 days from my move to New York. Time for me to get my house in order (no pun intended). I've finally gotten the energy (and courage) to go through all of the stuff in this apartment to determine what must go into my storage, and what will come with me. My expectations are not to stay in New York longer than need be, so I will be packing only the bare essentials for my stay there.

Along with the computers, clothes and sundries I have packed are the tons of papers from the hospital. There's nothing like undergoing a six-figure medical procedure to generate pounds of lab results, treatment guidelines and instructions. My mother bought a fancy file folder which has been useful for sorting all of my documentation. I'd recommend this strategy for other patients -- this way you have all of your papers organized in one place.

The edema has been holding on the new regimen. It has retreated to below my knees, but it is still hard to walk. But hey, things were really bad before. Ever flip a turtle on its back? It's funny and sad to see it lash its legs about to try and get back right-side up. Well, three weeks ago if you put me on my back, I would be just as funny and sad. Previously, the only way I could put on socks was to lay on my back and put my pants on while my legs were in the air. Now, I'm no longer a turtle -- I can dress myself normally now without breaking my neck.

I take the water pills on every third day. By then my weight starts to head north, but then I take the pills and it goes back down again. On Water-Pill Day I take 2.5mg of Zaroxalyn at around 2pm, then 80mg of Lasix about 45 minutes later, followed by hourly trips to the bathroom for the rest of the night and early morning. Ain't that a pisser.