Sunday, 7 April 2013

Man! I Feel Like a Woman

I had two appointments this past week at the hospital, one being heart and one for lungs. The heart one was to check lipoproteins (cholesterol and triglycerides). Since I went on the liquid fat diet my cholesterol level leapt up to over 8 so has to be controlled through the use of a statin drug, which is working very effectively. I was waiting an age in the reception area because the consultant wanted to see me personally. When I was last there we talked about my family's rather colourful cardiac history with the previous generation having had assorted heart attacks and triple and quadruple bypasses and the likes, so we were keen to see if there is a genetic predisposition in the family towards cardiac problems. The genetic marker that can tell you about this predisposition is only found in men so we took a blood sample and sent it away for the test. If you have spotted a flaw in this you're a better person than either myself or the doc. It seems he got a rather sniffy letter back from the testing facility telling him he must have mixed up a blood sample as they were unable to test the blood as it was XX rather than XY. In other words they couldn't test it because it was female blood, which they assumed had just been mixed up rather than the actual reason that I do in fact have female blood. After my bone marrow transplant I have my sister's blood. Why we never thought of this I don't know but it gave us a right laugh. So we don't know if there is a genetic predisposition to heart problems and can't find out unless my brother gets a blood test and the chances of that are probably slim. My big bro is not particularly fond of needles. And anyway as long as we control my cholesterol level while I'm on a deliberately fatty diet and monitor it when I get back to a normal one then we shouldn't have any problems in that area.

The other appointment was across the hallway the next day in respiratory and I have never had as quick an appointment at that clinic ever before. From arrival to leaving was 25 minutes. It was amazing. They just wanted to check that I was coping ok with the nebuliser and the flutter tool that I use to try and break up the nasty stuff in my lungs that normal people can deal with just with a strong breath in and out. I am getting on very well with it but I'll arrange to go and see the respiratory physio again in a few months to get some replacement kit for the nebuliser and to get it checked.

Not the most interesting of updates really but just wanted to keep people updated.

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