The video associated with this blogpost is an almost perfect example of just how quickly things can change and just how foolish that change can make you feel. I recorded it Wednesday evening, September 2, while an inpatient at Cedars-Sinai Hospital in Los Angeles, under the impression I would be discharged sometime the following day.
That was just before it became apparent, I wasn’t going anywhere. At least, not until yesterday afternoon—Saturday—three days later. Not until two more issues surfaced. Both seemingly related to my original diagnosis of viral pleurisy: an inflammation of the two thin layers of tissue that separate the lungs from the inside the chest wall. And, not until I’d been seen by more ologists than I’ve seen since my stem cell/bone marrow transplant in April 2019!
Looking at the video even I’m surprised at how good I looked. Especially, in comparison to how I felt when Lesley and I got to the hospital late Sunday evening, August 30. My voice was strong. I was smiling. And, at that moment, I was relatively pain-free. It was a random moment captured in time that really failed to represent just how sick I’d become or how rocky the next few days would be.
Illusions and Delusions
My diagnosis of viral pleurisy was followed by a second diagnosis of pericarditis—inflammation of the two thin layers of a sac-like tissue that surrounds the heart, helps to hold it in place, and facilitates its ability to function.
There was a third diagnosis as if two weren’t enough! That was for an abnormally low heart rate—bradycardia.
Bradycardia doesn’t sound so bad… And, in all honesty, it doesn’t have to be. How bad depends on whether or not it is a result of the inflammations and is likely to go away. Or, it’s something more insidious. Unfortunately, we won’t know that for a couple of weeks.
Did I mention I’ve got a flight recorder glued to my chest? I just wish I could take it out for a road test!
The good news is the change is all good. I’m home. Vertical. Free to roam about the cabin, take nourishment, and able to complain. What it has done, however, is help refocus a clarity of purpose I’ve been nurturing.
But, more about that later.
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