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Thursday, March 22, 2012

Back In the Nest


     It's been awhile since I've posted.  It wasn't really a conscious choice.

     I started out my Thanksgiving day, Nov. 2011 in the emergency room at 1 a.m.  It was not a pleasant experience at all.  But possibly something that may happen again.  You see, at 1 a.m. I suffered what is called atrial fibrillation.  A-fib for short.  They never did figure out why.  I don't know that they really spent too much time trying to figure it out.  Basically, an emergency room just works to stabilize a patient.  So, I had to lay there most of the night, being injected with unknown substances while they waited for my body to go into normal sinus rhythm on it's own.  I guess there are other horrible ways to stop A-fib, but they for some reason wanted to see if my body would revert back on it's own.  So, the drugs basically were lowering my blood pressure to the extreme to help my body along.  Oh, there were some high points there.  The first that I got to chew up a baby aspirin, loved those things when I was a kid.  The second high point is that I didn't pee on the table, since they finally found a bedside commode, after I acted like a wild women and yelled out the door that I was very desperate.  Okay, I didn't word it quite like that, nor will I repeat what I said, it had something to do with wetting on myself. 
 
     Yeah, really, those were the high points.  What else did you expect me to say? 
I was admitted by morning, and of course I had to submit to a lot of pokes and prods from a few needles.  Okay, another high point, those lab techs do not miss veins in a hospital.  Despite all that, both my arms we're quite a festive sight for the next month, going from black to purple to blue and mixtures of all of those. 
So, I've yet to find out why this happend, but I have a new doctor who will be working on this issue.  In the meantime, of course, she had to do a fasting blood panel.  And that's where it gets interesting. Or horrible, depending on how you look at it.
  What she found is that I'm dangerously low in vitamin D3.  That totally took me by surprise.  I don't suppose any of the other drs. checked for that, so I'm glad she did.  The surprise is that I've been reading about how many Americans are low in Vitamin D3, but I assumed that couldn't be anyone in California.  How would that be possible?  I mean, sunshine most of the year, and we live near an ocean so eating fish shouldn't be an issue either should it?  That's why I was surprised. 
 
     I'll be doing a bit of research on Vitamin D3 since I really didn't know all that much, or didn't remember what I used to know.   I've heard of some say that their body doesn't absorb it properly, and have no idea if that is the case for me.  Although, the dr. has put me on 5,000 IU of vitamin D3. 

    I hope you join me as I work to learn more about what some have called the "vitamin D" epidemic in America.