Yes, the blood work saga continues. In the last episode, I was contemplating getting my blood work done but failed, twice even. It seems that I loose it every time they wrap that rubber thingy around my arm. I just freak out and head down the panic attack corridor, it’s not good.
Well, yesterday I visited my pulmonologist and things did not go well. My lung function was lower than last visit, not sure how low because he didn’t say, but I am sure that it was bad. We discussed the whole marathon thing and how down hill I have been afterwards. He seems to thing that something else is causing this and ordered a ton of blood work to try to figure it out. One problem, it is one thing to order it, it is another to get me to actually do it. Yeah, I truly understand the importance of these tests. I hate when I am told how important they are, like I am stupid or something. I feel like they think I am trying be !@#$% about it.
So, here I am again contemplating getting my new blood work done and the old one too. It is no wonder when I get my blood pressure checked at the doctors office, my pressure is threw the roof. I will admit, I am nervous about how the visit is going to go every time.
This time around, I told my pulmonologist my problem and he seemed not to care. It really bothers me that he offered no help. He just told me to get it done and pretty much left it at that.
Here are my thoughts on this, irrational or not. Yesterday, I just wanted to give up (still on my mind today). Heck, if there was a way I could survive at 50% lung function without medication I would do it. Yes, I have a problem. I told you it is not rational.
I feel alone! I want to get my blood work done. I wish it was as simple as going in and getting it done.