5 minute freewrite Friday prompt fatal

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This is my post for #freewriters Friday prompt fatal hosted by @mariannewest

I have never thought about getting old, but as it has turned out, I should have. Maybe then, this whole deal would not be such a shock to me.
Until this year, I never thought that something bad could happen to me. I pray that I will get through this, also that my husband will get through his health issues.
He had his annual check-up where they do blood work and other tests. They found blood in his urine, had him take another test and it also said there is blood. He goes in this Monday for his hernia surgery.

Last Friday I had an EEG and an MRA, the EEG went well but with the MRA they had to put a needle in my arm, it was with contrast, the lady says, good you have a nice vein here. She sticks the needle in and nothing happens. She says that she must have it in a valve. The lady on the other side says she has a nice vein on this arm, so she sticks me there. Then she says, oh no, the vein just blew. They had to put the needle in the top of my hand, it hurt. When I got home the arm that it hit the valve had a small bruise and a hard lump, the one that the vein blew has a big bruise, even today it is still bruised, a week later.

Today I had to have an echocardiogram and have a heart monitor put on me. I was laying there watching my heart pumping and thinking, if that thing stops I am done, it will be fatal. I am impressed with the heart monitor, it is nothing like I had pictured in my mind. I thought it would be some huge thing with wires and I would have to wear some sort of a halter to hold it. It is nothing like that. I have seen people wear watches bigger than this thing. They stick it to you, and get this, she says don't sweat, HA, I live in Florida and work outside. No swimming but I can take a shower with it on. Every time I have the feeling like I am going to fall, I push a button on it and keep a log of what I was doing. She said to do this with any odd feeling. I will need a bigger log book. I wear it for 2 weeks.

After I got home, my husband and I were talking about how our lives have changed and how this getting old, and going to doctors really sucks, when the phone rings. It is the clinic they tell me that I have an appointment for an ultrasound next week. I hang up from them and 2 minutes later it rings again, it is the clinic, this time they want my husband. They have his appointment set for his ultrasound. He hangs up and the phone rings. It is the hospital wanting to confirm his appointment for his surgery, Monday. If I knew for sure that none of this could be fatal, I would laugh.

I need to have my mammogram and see a dermatologist, but I have enough on my plate. I do not like putting them off but enough is enough.



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Wow, you really do have a lot on your plate! And those phone calls! I already dread the ring of the phone, wondering who I'm about to learn is dead, even though 99.99999% of all phone calls have never informed me of anyone's death. Still. #TheRing - it's even a title of a horror movie now.

The needle stick. Oh man. "Looks like a good vein." oops. Looks like the vein blew. WHAT DO THEY MEAN BY THAT and the scond try and the third try and the PAIN - oh man, my sister could tell stories, but she finally rolled over and died (I would have long before she did) at age 63, so.... yeah.

My dad also had blood in the urine (at age 87) and it was a bladder infection. But he didn't mention any symptoms so it wasn't until he reached the point of collapse, unable to stand or walk, that Mom summoned an ambulance. It was a "very serious" thing, the doctors said. So, if you need to find a bright side here, you have apparently caught things in the EARLY STAGES.

You just reminded me: I need to schedule the dreaded annual mammogram, too, and I've held out on seeing a dermatologist, thinking "just moles" so why bother having them looked at....

May the phone bring you ONLY GOOD NEWS and may the needles land in the right place on the first try, leaving no pain in their wake.

GOOD LUCK!!! "aging is not for sissies"

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My heart stops when the phone rings after 9 at night, and God forbid it to ring in the middle of the night, the thoughts I have make me feel ill. I need to look at things differently, when I think of your sister, it makes my problems seem so minor. I guess I am taking it so hard because I have always been healthy.

This is what google says about a blown vein, "If you have a blown vein, it means that the vein has ruptured and is leaking blood. It happens when a nurse or other healthcare professional attempts to insert a needle into a vein and things don't go quite right. When the vein starts to leak, you'll notice your skin darkening around the insertion site".

I would not worry about seeing the dermatologist, but I have already had a squamous cell taken off and now I know I have some skin cancers then there are 2 places that worry me about melanoma, hopefully, they are squamous, I just don't know for sure.

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Eek! The blown vein is even worse than I thought.
And the very word "squamous" makes me queasy. As do the late-night phone calls.
One of my sisters, healthy all her life, suddenly has a blood clot at 61, in her leg, and other weird symptoms that would have me running to the gastroen---ist (gastroenterologist! Think "enter" in the middle to spell it on the first try!) for a swallow test (barium, ugh), but she's in denial about her splendid health no longer being so splendid after passing age 60.
Here's hoping/praying you'll remain in good health - active and physically fit as ever!

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It occurs to me I must have had this happen. Just once during a blood donation the needle went in and it BURNED and hurt for days afterward so they tried the other elbow. I remember seeing a big dark patch on my elbow more than once after donating blood. Ssh, don't tell my husband, or I'll never persuade him to start donating.... why won't he.... why..... it's roughly 90 minutes, start to finish.

Of course, I still haven't donated platelets (plasma?) because it takes two hours and the separate the yellow stuff and return the red stuff into your own veins, and somehow that (plus, TWO HOURS) just has me saying no, even though the need is great and I qualify to donate.

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I completely understand your sister's reluctance with her health, this is how I feel. How could I be so healthy and BAM, it hits you as you run into a brick wall. And yes, anything to do with the "C" word makes my skin crawl.

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