Name:Pooka Country:United States State:New York Metro:New York City Birthday:1/5/1977 Gender:Male
Interests:Working on computers, anime, manga, and playing video games :) Expertise:Web Design, PC Stuff, Drinking, Rambling. Occupation:Computer related Industry:Banking/Finance
Fucking yummy ... so I call my dad to see how he is doing and he is
doing ok for the most part but now he tells my mother was in the
emergency room the past couple days for some vertigo type symptoms...
I dont know anything about this outside of whenever she tries to
stand up she loses her balance and starts to yack.
We'll find
out over the next couple weeks if its just some infection or something
more serious. I dunno ... FUCK!!! If i wasnt renting i
would be knocking holes in my wall right now.
I dunno .. my dad asked me a favor ... which i know is something I have
to do ... but at the same time I came a realization on something
............... I dunno ......
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Ugghh... I dont
feel well now ... i dont know if its from hearing about this or mebbe
because i just came back from Arthurs ... >.<
Well ....... I dunno .. the hits seem to keep on coming. Last
night I had spoken to my mother and she had informed me that my had has
been having a problem with fluid buildup in his chest cavity so he is
constantly going to the hospital to get drained.
After some
testing it was determined that he is diagnosed with a bad case of
Chronic Rejection. For those of you who dont know my father
went through a lung transplant a few years back. As with any
transplant patient the body is constantly trying to fight the new organ
so the patient ends up having to take immuno-suppresant
drugs. Generally when one no longer starts to work they
doctors then switch off to another one...
But eventually even
those will start not to work...... and the body will slowly start
to eat away at the new organ. I dont know which grade or
level he is currently but they are going to put him back on oxygen
again.
Generally once it gets to the point where the
immuno-suppresants no longer work the patient has between 1 - 3 years
to live depending on which level he/she is at. My mother was
fairly upset when i was talking to her and she was indicating sooner ..
but I dont know all the details yet.
Me, im doing ok after
hearing this .. im not going to lie and say that this does not bother
me ... but im not flipping out or anything. Generally as
far as a lung transplant goes ... when someone gets one .. its never
meant to fix the problem they initially had. The transplant
is only a means to extend the life of the person a little bit more...
in theory anywhere up from 5 - 10 years depending on how the body takes
it.
Its has been several years now since my father received the
transplant.... the ailment he was suffering from was called Idiopathic
Pulmonary Fibrosis... this is the same thing my grandfather passed away
from but during his time the option for a lung transplant was not
available. My father was part of a pulmonary fibrosis group
and around the time he got his transplant there were several others
that did as well.... to my knowledge ... my father is
the only one still living from that group. Everyone else
passed within the first year.
My father is a strong person
mentally/spiritually. I take into account the reason why he has
made it this far is his stubborness to not give up on anything and his
extremely strong belief in faith. I myself am not religious
at all .. im agnostic .. so can cannot even begin to comprehend how he
is looking at this. From my understanding my dad is taking to
this news pretty well ... a lot more than my mother is.
So ... I
dont know really .... probably the only thing I can think to do is
probably to try to make as many trips down to Virginia as possible to
visit my dad and spend as much time with him. ... meh ...
So a quick update to the sickness. Apparently I had caught some sort of infection in the sinus area. I completely forgot the name of it .. sounded like tonstitus or some weird shit like that. I'll have to get the name tomorrow during my followup appointment.
Anyways ... sweating my ass off and starving ... I finally get a doctors appointment today at 2:00 (Yeah .. I had to call out of work)... I end up walking to the place but of course its hot as fuck outside and I am already having a problem with sweating so by the time I get there I am completely drenched. After about waiting an hour or so in the lobby the bring me in and weigh me .... 152 lbs ... >.< ... when I weighed myself on friday at my parents place i weighed 166 lbs. Probably due to the constant sweating and also not being to eat since last Friday.
Anyways the doc finally sees me and tells me that I have an infection and need to goto a nose/ear/mouth specialist. So they send me to another doctor a couple blocks away. Another hour of waiting goes by and I finally see the doctor. He takes a look at me and tells me they have to drain the infection.
They ended up sitting me back .. then made small cuts in the back of my throat then used syringes and little vacuum devices to drain the excess fluid build up. Not the most fun experiences I have had in a while ....
So anyways ... after about 20 more minutes .. the bleeding stops and they let me go home. I pickup some new anti-biotics, power-aid, and some soup. So hopefully I will be able to eat something now and rehydrate myself.
Tomorrow is another follow up appointment to check on whether or not today's suckage will suffice or if they will have to do it again using bigger cuts. WoOt!
Uggghh .... I think I may have caught something from my trip to Jacksonville. For most the trip my Airconditioner was all screwed up in my room so it was spewing hot and humid air. Towards the end of the trip my throat was a little dry at times but nothing big.
This past Friday it got pretty bad to the point where it was quite painful to swallow. This of course was followed by a ton of jokes by my fellow friends/coworkers. After work I meet up with my sister and we drive down to my parents place in Virginia. We show up around 1 a.m. . but by then my throat is killing me and my right ear is clogged up.
So I pretty much just quarantined myself in one of the bedrooms because I cant risk any exposure to my Dad since he has a low immune system from the lung transplant. It is now Sunday and I am gonna head back to New Jersey in a lil bit and I am still not better. I hope this does not spill into tomorrow .. cause I dont want to end up having to call in for work. Meh.......
