So, most of my friends and relatives had no idea that I was pretty sick last year. I will be marking the anniversary of key events for the next few months. If this doesn't interest you, that's OK, just don't read it. I am doing it for those who are interested, I am doing it for me.
Today, December 14, is the one year anniversary of my going into Kaiser SSF for what seemed like forever. I know I was quite sick, breathing was most difficult. Any motion caused my pulse-ox to drop into the 70s.
This week I had gone from walking ok on Monday, December 10, with shortness of breath, to not being able to walk more than a few feet, and was up to 8 liters of oxygen/minute. Getting used to a wheelchair was interesting.
Before MK and I left for the appointment with Dr. Angeles, my pulmonologist, I spent some quiet time with Sophie. I was very concerned that I might never see her again. The hospital probably doesn't allow cats to visit and she hates the cars anyway.
At Kaiser, when Dr. Angeles came into the exam room, I believe she might have said "hello", but really the first words were something like "I think you need to be admitted". MK & I agreed, and off we went. After a couple of minutes on the phone, Dr. Angeles had arranged for a room in the Transitional Care Unit (TCU), which had high volume oxygen supply available. One of her assistants took MK and I straight to the TCU, didn't even stop at admitting.
There we met Jun, who would be my RN for the day. Getting settled in and then starting IVs finished off the morning. They started very high dose steroids to combat what we now know was some form of Pulmonary Fibrosis.
My wife MK was there through it all.