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July update

It’s been a fun month so far. Let’s see, it started on June 27th, when I had surgery on my arm. The next day, there was a music festival in Rockaway, so I went. I guess the combination of the heat, dialysis the night before and the anesthesia was too much, but it was still a good day.

After resting the rest of the weekend, Monday I awoke dizzy and light-headed. This normally happens after dialysis, but I hadn’t had that since Friday night. Tuesday was the same, but I managed to get through the day only needing to rest more than usual.

Wednesday was another story entirely. I had plans to visit my aunt in Brooklyn. My sister Debbie (and my 11 year old nephew) showed up as we were going together. She took one look at me and said “we’re not going to Brooklyn”. Instead, we headed to the ER where they determined I was anemic. They gave me an aspirin, sent me home and suggested I see my regular doctor. My sister and nephew went home and I went back to resting.

I had to go to dialysis again that night. When I arrived, I told them about the ordeal and they took a blood sample and my blood pressure. My blood pressure was dangerously low (it’s normally dangerously high). I didn’t get the blood results until the next morning.

Thursday was worse. I woke up seriously disoriented and dizzy. I was awakened by a phone call from the nurse practitioner at dialysis. She told me to hang up immediately and go to the ER. My numbers were that bad. This time, I went to a different hospital (with my other sister, Patricia) as that’s where my nephrologist is associated. They did many of the same tests as the other hospital. There really needs to be a centralized computer system for medical records. I had to endure all of this crap twice in two days. It was determined I was anemic (duh). No surprise there, but this hospital took it much more serious. I was bleeding internally. An endoscopy was scheduled, I was told no eating or drinking, put on IV, etc., etc., etc…

It turns out I had a bleeding ulcer, caused by my medication. More medication added to the list. Oh joy. After 2+ days in the hospital, I was sent home again. This time, I actually felt better.

I am now in the process of getting all of my doctors on the same page. This is not an easy task.

Aside from all of this, I had a checkup with the surgeon who worked on my arm last Friday. I popped a stitch and it had to be fixed. That was the least of my ordeals in the past two weeks. I have been having issues with dialysis again. Too long and boring, but I’ve had it…….

Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th and a full moon. We should do ourselves a favor and stay inside tonight…

All kidding aside, another week has gone by and I have nothing new to report on the shop front. I am really starting to lose interest in looking.

I will post once again, I am looking for a legal body shop in eastern Queens or western Nassau county that is looking to rent all or part of the shop. I do not need a big space (for now), one or two bays will do just fine. My work will not interfere with your business, I will not steal customers from you as I will not do collision work. I can add to the services you offer your customers. You can now offer your customers full custom paint services, including airbrushed graphics and murals. You can offer them radical customizing, such as Lambo, suicide, gullwing doors, top chops, sectioning, shaved handles, reversed hoods and trunks, power actuation of all moveable parts, and more.

Matrix

84 Caddy

Caddy DTS 3rd Brae Light Kits

Looking for a shop

If anyone knows of a shop available in Queens or Nassau County, please let me know. You can contact me using just about any page of the website. Thanks. I’m looking to spend around $2000 per month.

Shop update

So, we found a building in Oceanside. We were looking at a place in Westbury, but it was too small and the current owner wasn’t sure we could paint there. The place in Oceanside is industrial and it is zoned for body work. Major difference. Also, the place is huge compared to that place in Westbury. It has 2 offices (1 could be a small showroom), plus a loft for storing parts. We may need to get a forklift, but that’s a future problem (and not a bad problem at that). The only current problem (also not really a bad one) is this building is not for sale, we would be renting. We are currently hitting the owner over the head to try to get him to lower the rent, at least for the first year. If this works out, we could be in there and working by June 1st.

Born under a bad sign

Well, this past week, I found out another possible donor backed out and the house where I live is being put up for sale. My luck not only runs bad, it comes in groups. I’m not going to worry about it, I’m used to it at this point.

April update….

Not too much to update. There are lots of things pending, but nothing definite. One positive note, but on a personal level. My sister, Patricia has been doing lots of research and legwork on my kidney situation. We got a great lead at a recent event at Grand Central Station which could speed up my search for a new kidney greatly. As usual, getting someone on the phone proved difficult, but she persevered and finally got past the overloaded voicemail to actually speak to this person.

I am still in the “trying to get through” stage, but I will get back on it in the morning. I have to switch surgical hospitals, which may mean getting re-tested all over again. Most of the tests aren’t bad, but I am not looking forward to another colonoscopy. I think I’d rather have a tooth drilled without Novocain…

On the business end, everything is in limbo….

Spring is here, wouldn’t know it yet

They say it’s supposed to warm up over the next few days. I can’t wait. I’m so done with winter weather. Give me 90 and sunny any day. Nothing new to report on the shop front, but there are some things in the works. I’ll update when I can.

Kidney issues

I feel like all I do is complain, but then people tell me if they were going through what I am, they don’t know if they could do it. Let me tell you, it surprises you how much you can actually take until you have no choice.

For those that don’t know, my troubles started Dec 23rd, 2008. I was staying with Mom because my apartment had a mold issue. It turned out to be a good thing. On that morning, I woke up to find I couldn’t get out of bed. I had no pain, no shortness of breath, no tingling in the arms, no pain in the jaw or any of the other “normal” symptoms of a heart attack, yet that’s exactly what was happening.

If it weren’t for Mom calling an ambulance to take me to the hospital, I might not be typing this right now.

After 5 stents, and a few days recovery, I was sent home. While there, however, I was told my kidneys were failing. If they didn’t improve, I would need dialysis.

So, I found a nephrologist, otherwise known as a kidney or renal doctor. So many names for one idiot. My “numbers” were improving with every visit, my rosy cheeks returned (I had been grey, according to family and friends) and all seemed to be going well, until said idiot decided I needed a water pill. If any doctor ever prescribes you a water pill, punch them firmly in the throat, kick them in the balls or push them down the nearest flight of stairs.

I say this because within 2 weeks, my kidneys went from “marked improvement” to “no longer functioning” and, he had the balls to tell me it was the water pill he put me on that did it.

So, here it is 3 1/2 years later, I am on dialysis, which is slowly (and sometimes not so slowly) killing me. Between the unmerciful cramping and passing out on occasion, it hasn’t been fun. Of course, it beats the alternative. No dialysis, dead in a month.

Three times in my first facility, they almost killed me. Once they actually succeeded and needed to revive me. My blood pressure had dropped to 40 over 0. No, that’s not a typo, it’s ZERO. It took them 45 minutes to revive me to the point where I was conscious. They didn’t tell what happened until the next week, when I complained about being light headed ever since that day. Other patients kept asking me how I was. None of the staff asked me even once.

So, I transferred to where I am now, which is in Jamaica, Queens. They were better right off the bat. They were more concerned with the patient than their precious machines, unlike the first facility. I’ve had a few rough nights on dialysis since heading there, but all in all, it has been much better.

Then, last night happened. My blood pressure dropped to 80 over 50. I passed out cold. They weren’t pulling too much fluid, but I found out they had the blood flow set too high. A simple miscalculation while setting up the machine and I was a cramping, sweating, shaking mass of jelly. This happened after they took me off the machine, but luckily before they pulled the needles, so they could give me saline to bring me back.

As if that weren’t bad enough, when I got home I was so tired, I didn’t bother to pull the bandages off. I just fell asleep on the couch. I awoke a half hour later in a pool of blood. My puncture wounds from the night were bleeding profusely. I no longer have the “penguin” throw that was on the couch, the t-shirt or the pants I was wearing. I had to toss them. They were all stuck together. Luckily, I didn’t leak through to the couch. That’s a small miracle in itself. I have a few throws, but that one had sentimental value. I’m using another sentimental throw right now…

Being weak and dizzy to begin with, then having all this blood everywhere I looked, I nearly passed out all over again. After getting the bleeding to stop and throwing a bloody bag out the door (if I had nosy neighbors, I’m sure the police would have knocked on my door), I passed out on the couch again. I awoke this morning to more cleaning. the bathroom was bad. I just noticed my bathroom rug still has blood on it. I have another one….

So, the point of this whole story is to illustrate how much I need a kidney donor. Please, if you know someone, have them contact me. You ave no idea how much it would be appreciated. Next time, I might not wake up in time.