Today started out well with another trip to Itche. A bit earlier and it was definitely an improvement over yesterday. A full lap of the crawl, until my shorts came down. I pulled them back up and soldiered on, finishing the lap despite the ignomy. I was the only one in the spring, so no eye-balls were injured.
But then I had a pulmonologist appointment this afternoon, and that took the wind right out of my sails, so to speak.
He asked me if I was still on Eliquis, and I said I had a few days left. No, no, no. You need to be on that for six months minimum and not just three. Crap. He then showed me the CT scan of my pulmonary embolism, aka clots in the lungs. He also showed me the follow up right after the procedure and it was much better, but there were still clots. Are mine gone now? We don't know. We need more testing. Sure. When? Soon! I asked about diving and he said "Sure, but no deep-sea diving". My next question was "What does that even mean? Are you a diver?" He didn't know and "no" were the answers to those queries. Sigh. "How about an extra atmosphere, like 33 ft?" "Sure." How about 2 extra atmospheres, like 66 ft?" "Is that considered deep to you?" "Not really." "Then sure." "Is there a diving pulmonologist that we can talk to about this? I mean, it sounds a bit like you're guessing." "Just no deep-sea diving!" Incredibly frustrating for someone whose life is in his hands. Sigh times a billion. Yes, he's open to talking to DAN after the scan. I'm open to talking to them tomorrow. I was hoping to dive this weekend. ARRRRGH!!!
Where's the effing rum???