Monday morning John was in Redwood City helping interview for the opening of a new Old Spaghetti Factory, Jordan was at school, and Johnny was getting ready to head out to school. All of a sudden I started to feel really weird, my breathing was shallow, and I began to freak out. I guess I was experiencing a Panic Attack. Johnny got in touch with Frank and Monica and they rushed me down to the Emergency Room. I figure if I'm not there at least once every two or three weeks, there's something the matter...JUST KIDDING!! As soon as I checked in, they registered me and got me right in. They wanted to check my heart and lungs to see if in fact it was just a Panic Attack, or if there was something else going on. So, they started with an EKG and that was fine. Then, they x-rayed my lungs to find no abnormalities there either. Next, they scanned my lungs in case there was a blood clot, but there wasn't. Then, they did a blood draw and saw that my labs were about the same as last week and determined that they wanted to do a blood transfusion because my counts seemed to be a bit low. After giving me the blood transfusion, there was a huge difference in the way I felt, and apparently all the color returned to my cheeks. I was out of the woods. The ER doctor prescribed me some Ativan for anxiety and although I've had it before and decided to stop taking it because it was highly addictive, I decided to return to the prescription because I know it will help me with anxiety. The ER doctor assured me that although it's addictive, I didn't need to worry about becoming dependent on something like this, that it wasn't a street drug and I didn't need to be concerned. So I agreed and took the prescription home with me.
Today I was scheduled for an MRI for my right humerus and I was petrified because of the obvious claustrophobia that I suffer from. Monica and Jordan took me down there and although I should start to trust Sutter and RAS by now, I still hadn't had an MRI since Kaiser and those are absolutely the worst scans! However, they did an open-MRI and it wasn't even bad at all. My other concern was that they would have to position my arm in a way that would really hurt, but again, they didn't, and everything was okay. I also prayed that my mom and Lucy (Luanne's mom) would be there and support me throughout this difficult time and I know they were. I was completely at peace and knew that it was with their love and support that I made it through :) Thanks Mom and Lucy, I love you both.
Peace to you all ~ Love, Genie
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