Well, Tuesday it was back to the hospital again, I have been in the ER three times since last Wednesday, some of the staff is starting to recognize me. I have thought about just leaving my id bracelet on so that they can just swipe me on my way through and be done with it, so I don't have to go through the pre admission stuff.
Anyway, Tuesday I was coughing up blood again, this time in huge clots, and I was extremely short of breath. I, of course, went on into work thinking it was normal for someone with PE until Rick finally convinced me to call my hematologist. My hematologist's nurse told me that it was not normal and to get on over to the hospital. I had a friend from work drive me over to the hospital and I called Rick, who left work and rushed to meet me. They ran all sorts of tests on me again to make sure that I don't have more clots, which I don't. I was coughing up blood because my blood is now too thin. My ER doc (who was the same one that I had the other night when I was admitted) told me that I would probably be back and forth like this until they figured out the right dosage of Coumadin to get me on. I have also developed pleural effusion of the lungs, which is fluid in between the lungs and the chest cavity. This is the cause of my shortness of breath and the pain that I have been having in my back.
I was allowed to go home, I was sooo happy that nothing was majorly wrong and I didn't have to stay in the hospital again. Laying around in a hospital bed is torture for someone as active as I am. I just need to take care of myself so that I can be back to running in a couple of weeks and Rick can stop taking off work and running me around all over the place. I feel really bad for him, he has all this budget stuff going on at work and he has had to take so much time off, I know he is stressed. He says he doesn't care and that I am much more important, but I know that he is just as tired as I am. He took off work early tonight, so that he could get Madison over to her dance class and I could kick back, relax, take my narcotics, and blog. He's such a sweetheart.
Today was a better day, nothing major happened! I am just worn out and tired.