OH MY! What a summer!

Earlier this year Mother started to show signs of anemia. Quite a puzzling ordeal for her. She didn't feel well, was very pale and come the first of July she lands in the hospital with a hemocrit of 5. After four units of blood she is back up on her feet and feeling better...

...that is for a while.

Come the first of August a appt was made for her to have a scope done of her stomach and colon. Another CBC is done to find out that her hemocrit was again at 5. She didn't leave the hospital that day but entered in and given another 3 units of blood.  The test reveled that she had some bright red blood in there so another scope was done after 2 more units of blood was given to her. Sure enough she was loosing blood from her stomach. The doctor patched her stomach up, gave her an antibiotic treatment for a bacterial infection.  I am happy to say that Mother is back to her old spunky self.

My siblings, who now live in the East were so upset. They were not near enough to come see her and drove me a bit crazy with their worry.  I understand completely what they were feeling, don't get me wrong. But I tend not to get too panic-struck about these things until there is a reason to get panic-stricken. I have learned the hard way that with medicial problems things take time, doctors are just people, and there is no reason to jump the gun with these things.

Next: My best friend was taken off their medicine for a short peroid of time. During this time he felt nearly crazy. His g/f is a witch about the whole thing. I felt really bad for him.

Then: A very special family, I love to pieces, is facing the breadwinner going to trial and if the worse case happens over 15 years in jail. 

During all of this I find out why a couple of my daughters have been wick to me.

I am getting sick from all this stress. Damn IT. Living with an Orthostatic Intolerance Disorder SUCKS!