All I managed was one very painful kickboxing workout this week. During that workout I basically couldn’t punch, kick, run, participate in calisthenics, or breathe. I knew something was wrong since two Fridays ago, but I couldn’t go to the hospital or to the doctor until my new insurance policy kicked in on August 4th.
So on the 4th I went to see my primary care physician for a routine physical and to diagnose my breathing issues. Given my history of clotting, he set me up with a CT Scan and some blood tests. After fighting with my health insurance for an hour or more, I finally was cleared to take the tests. Finally on the 5th (today) I made it in for my tests.
The Verdict: Blood Clots
Once again, I am down and out with blood clots in my lungs (also called Pulmonary Embolism). This is the third time I have developed clots in 5 years, this is the second time this year, and this is the second time they have settled in my lungs.
Essentially I can’t do much of anything. Walking at a rapid pace for more than a minute or so causes me chest pain, I run out of breath, and I sometimes get dizzy and see spots. Therefore my great gym comeback has been halted once again. If it’s not illness, it’s family issues, if not that, it’s work related.
My doctor wants me to be admitted to the hospital for overnight treatment and monitoring. There are two problems with this:
- My pathetic excuse for health insurance will be used up for the year.
- I won’t be able to work, and as a contractor I have no sick time or paid absences. If I don’t work, my family doesn’t eat.
So here’s what will happen next. I will double my dosage of blood thinners, give myself Lovenox injections in the stomach one a day, go for blood tests every couple of days, and probably a second CT Scan within the next week. With any luck the clots will dissolve in a week or two and I will be able to start kickboxing again. Not that I feel like kickboxing right now, I’m slumped in a depression that I just can’t kick.
One day I will have a string of 30 positive posts, devoid of bad news, rants, or negativity. That day is not today, tomorrow, or anytime soon. I shall return.