Back in October, my cardiologist gave me a script for Ultram–probably not even valid anymore–we waited to fill it because of our insurance issues. I wish we hadn’t. It’s lost somewhere in our home office, and I am in pain.
I’ve been sick for a week and a half. Been on antibiotics most of that time. 8 years ago, when Mary & I were first together, a prominent member of the National Marfan Foundation died–I honestly forget her name. Tried to look it up, but can’t find past Connective Issues on the www.marfan.org site. Anyway, my parents knew her. I vaguely remembered her. She had a bad asthma attack, and the coughing tore her aorta. She was 40-something, and had had 3 aortic surgeries. This fourth surgery didn’t work, and she spent some time in a coma before dying of lung failure.
I’ve read that same pattern in the stories of several other adult Marfans who’ve died since then, and now, every time I get an illness involving coughing, it worries me.
As it is, I’ve been coughing so hard I’ve bruised my ribs and subluxed my shoulder. I’m in horrible pain. I’ve been using cough syrup and inhalers well past what you’re supposed to do for illness, and they’re not working, anyway.
Thankfully, I seem to have almost totally wiped out the infection, but the cough remains. It won’t go away.
I’d go to the hospital, but I don’t see what they could do.
Except give me morphine. I hate painkillers. I came up with a great little rhyme recently tha sums up why I hate them, but I forget it.
But, right now, I just want to be numb and asleep.