Wednesday, January 24, 2007

mmmm, chicken pad thai belly.

Apparently my dad and I have begun a Wednesday tradition of "ethnic food night." Last week was sushi; this week was thai. Thai delicious. Next week, Indian? Who knows. I can't wait for Mexican night. Aside from the food, today was a busy day for me. I had a blood transfusion in the morning. Hoo-rah. The home-care nurse came and gave me two units of A-positive red goodness. She told me initially that it could take between two and three hours, but it ended up barely taking one. Because I'm awesome. Or I really needed blood. Yeah, probably that. It was funny because my heart rate before they started the transfusion was in the 90s, and when the two units finished, it was down to 64. Normally, I'm in the 50s, low 60s. So the blood was good for me. My heart had been working really hard to pump my blood around. Once they transfused me, however, my heart was back to pumping normally. No more strain, which is great. I'd hate to pull that muscle from working it too hard. I wonder, can you pull your heart? It is a muscle... I dunno.

After that, I met with a doctor at a hospital closer to my house than UofC. He's pretty much just a back-up, in case I have a medical emergency and don't have time to drive downtown. It wasn't that exciting. He did tell me, though, that if I ever get admitted to his hospital and they're not sure what's wrong with me, they'll send me to UofC by helicopter. Heck yes. Note to self: find ways to become mysteriously ill. I will get my copter ride. The really exciting segment of this anecdote is that I got lost driving around the Chicago suburbs. Again. It's becoming a special habit. Special in the sense that it was funny the first two or three times, but now it's just getting annoying.

And finally, I went to the gym today. I'm pretty tired now, but I pushed myself to a good level. I biked six miles in about 25 minutes, averaging somewhere around 15 or 16 mph, I think. And then I hopped on the treadmill. I actually ran for a total of 6 or 7 minutes, although I broke that up with walking. I wasn't running fast, but I was still running. Well, jogging I guess. I don't know, some people would call it running; it was about a 10-minute mile. At high points for Caroline, though, I was running for long periods at 7 or 8 minute miles. So, that's where I've got to get back to. Small steps. But I'm proud of myself. Getting back in shape! And I'm going to sleep like a freaking log tonight.

That's about it for me for now. Happy Hump Day!


Megan Amanda Steffen said...

Happy Hump Day to you too, C-dawg.

I think when you pull your heart, it's called a heart attack. Or something like that. I'm not up on all this medical jargon, though. I could be wrong.

Caroline said...

Nah, dude, I'm not sure, but I think a heart attack is when your arteries are clogged with whatever they get clogged with so your heart can't pump blood so it shuts down. So somewhat the opposite of pulling it? I don't know.

Megan Amanda Steffen said...

pssh, whatever jerk. all hangin' with doctors and smart people. all bein' too good for the hood.