Update on the daring adventures of The Dancing One:
Survived the night, bravely of course. Picked up prescriptions this morning, and was back on schedule by noon. According to the visiting nurse, my inability to breathe (and need to sleep sitting up so I could catch my breath) has to do with an elevated heart rate. I did not know that. So, my 'exercise' program has been curtailed for the time being. Although, it's been a lot better since my pills started to kick in.
I've been experimenting with 80 PG/ 20 VG with no nic or flavoring. It's passable, but no thrill. I'll try to vape it as much as I can for the next week or two to help keep my heart rate closer to normal. Although, honestly, I'm not sure it really makes a difference.
My daughter has been an absolute angel and life-saver. Her mind is clear while mine is still fuzzy. She has been helping me make sure all my meds are taken properly and has been patiently fixing every meal and snack according to 'regulations'.
She'll be taking me in for blood test(s) in the morning (something to do with Coumadin). Then, she's taking off work for a bit in the afternoon to run me to a doctor's appt.
In the meantime, I've discovered my mail from the hospital re: Financial Assistance Program. They sent it a week before my surgery! But, I still have a week to get stuff turned in to them. Cross your fingers!
My son and his family went back to Fort Worth this morning, and my brother visited all afternoon. Guess what he brought me?! A washer and dryer! Old and beat-up, but definitely working! My brother may be a little gruff at times; but, he really is a very kind person underneath!