Ah, the ambulance ride… that was a real trip – so to speak. One of the EMY’s was this stereotypical redneck type woman, but with one major twist, her right arm was all fucked up. It wasn’t fucked up the way mine is, but it is fucked up the same in that it looked naturally deformed. She was the type of person who constantly relates everything to herself, even in emergencies. She was also the type who tried to keep having a conversation with me – as I was in the middle of a mild heart attack.
Actually, it turned out to not be a true heart attack. What they think is going on when I have this intensified pain and discomfort is that my lungs get so overwhelmed with fluids that they actually cause pressure on the heart itself. Who really knows, though. My anatomy and the functions of my system are an increasing mystery to even the most intelligent of doctors.
So, once they got me reasonably stable, the ambulance roared off again to the hospital. I spent 4 days there, taking IV Lasix and getting many blood draws. In the end, even the diagnosis of congestive heart failure was partially dismissed. I was given ac test where i had to walk on a treadmill, and all the while there was a large series of electrodes and sensors stuck to my furry body. Luckily, by this time I had been shaved in many spots so there would be less agony when the sensors were removed. I absolutely hate them. My hair seems to be extremely sensitive on my chest, and many nurses get off on pulling strands out with the damn heart monitor sensors.
After the test, any serious problems caused by the heart were ruled out. There was still heart symptoms, but we crossed it off as the true cause of all this shit. So, now I’m left with a pair of lungs that keep filling with fluid daily, and a heart that is really stressed when the fluid gets too much. All this is on top of the neuro-opthalmological problems I have had for the past three years.
Soon after I was released from the hospital, we moved back to my home state of Indiana, and into the second bedroom of my best friend. I’ve gotten a family doctor here, and the first thing he did was to change my medicine from Lasix to a much stronger diuretic specifically designed for congestive heart failure, so go figure. It seems to be doing its job, as i am pissing so often I actually lose weight each time. The second thing he did was acknowledge that what has been happening to my body over the past few years is likely related to the condition i was born with – somehow. So, he referred me to a genetics specialist and a pediatric pulmonology specialist. I was confused by the pediatric choice, but he explained that they have alot of experience with internal defects.
So now I’m waiting. At the end of the month, I will actually get the honor of seeing these doctors. Meanwhile, I am constantly dealing with pressure in my chest, a ton of weakness and fatigue, and a whole host of other issues. God, this has been a really shitty summer, but whatever, it isn’t anything new. At least I have my girl, and she makes it all better.
There now you’re all caught up with my summer. Now I can get back to my normal entries, and I will try to post more often, I promise 
