Skip to main content

Time for tough choices

So it has been another roller coaster of a week. And you all know how I feel about roller coasters. 

After Monday's half productive half syncopal session of PT, I was given a lot of fluids and more medication. 

Tuesday morning I was told that we were not at the point of discharge/transfer because my level of abilities and baseline health were too low. This was very upsetting because I felt ready. And I knew that if they would give me the chance to work with PT and OT, I could show them that I was ready. However, I was only ever given 30-45 minutes a day with them so I could never really prove my potential. To make it all worse, they never even saw me on Saturday, Sunday or Tuesday. This series of events made me very frustrated and angry. There were many tears of frustration. 

Yesterday we were told that between the OT and PT recommendations and the insurance companies utter tomfoolery, I would probably only be approved for sub-acute rehab. Sub-acute rehab is basically like a nursing home with a gym. Once again, I felt frustrated, neglected, and, to be honest, really pissed off. I told my med team my frustrations with OT and PT. 

By last night we had made up our minds (my family and I) that if we could not be approved for acute rehab, we would be discharged and look for out patient PT that focuses more closely on POTS and Dysautonomia. We discussed this decision with my med team and then I played rummy with my dad and sister. 

This morning, my med team came in and said that OT (occupational therapy) and PT (physical therapy) and PMR (Physical medicine and rehab) and Med (my general medicine team consisting of an attending, three residents, two interns which are 3rd year residents and two medical students) had all approved of my transfer to Acute Rehab. The paperwork was in and we were waiting for the stamp of approval from UnitedHealthcare. 

THEN, PRM stopped by to watch me walk. I walked down the hall and they talked to me as I did it. Then they started discussing out patient rehab. So with consultation with the rest of my 14+ person team, it was decided that I will be discharged with referral to out patient rehab. 

But here is the thing. POTS is fairly rare. POTS to my extent is extremely rare. POTS literate doctors and therapists are practically non-existent. If we pick an in-patient rehab center, we are stuck with whatever PTs were at that facility, whether or not they had any familiarity with POTS. If we leave and try for out patient rehab, we are stuck with the co-pays and the process of finding and retraining a PT about POTS. Not to mention the difficulties of transportation to the facilities. 

So we are now on a new journey to search for the right care. We are applying to several clinics and research hospitals to find POTS appropriate treatment and care. There are only about 3 or 4 POTS focused clinics/departments in the country, the best being in Nashville. 

I don't know what the weeks to come will hold. I was disappointed about not traveling this summer, maybe I will end up traveling more than I thought. 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

My first trip to Johns Hopkins

Hello outside world! It's the end of Day 2 in Johns Hopkins and I just got my laptop so here's the update.  After my lovely weekend with my friends, I spent most of Sunday relaxing on the couch. My BP was not great (78/49) and I spent a lot of the afternoon working to raise it (If I ever liked Gatorade, I don't anymore). After dinner I felt very ill. I got nauseous, with very little energy. I could feel my BP dropping so I spent the evening in the wheelchair. my vision went blurry and I couldn't focus on anything. In the middle of a conversation with Ally, I fainted in my chair. My family worked to pick me up out of the chair and lay me flat to try to regain consciousness. I was out for about 3 minutes and then spent another 20 minutes going in and out. When I tried to get up to use the bathroom after resting, I fainted again. I couldn't stand or walk or hardly sit up.  So we went to the Emergency room at Johns Hopkins Bayview Medical Center on Monday morning....

A new chapter and a new partner

It's been almost 2 years since I have posted to this blog. Believe me, I have tried. I have about 25 saved draft posts that never got published because they ended up sounding like the same repetitive story. Another pattern of rumination. Another soliloquy of self pity.  That's because the last three years of my life have been fairly cyclical and unchanged. I have a few good weeks where my symptoms plateau and I faint only once or twice a month. Then, a storm hits. I get a cold and I crash into a regressive phase where I faint daily, injury myself, get frustrated, and then slowly move back up to the plateau.  I have been tired and frustrated as I put grad school on pause, as I continue living with my parents, as I take three steps forward 2 steps back. So I stopped blogging and started to do what I could to move forward, pretending I am not sick, and working on ways to get healthier like a normal 24 year old. But still on pause.  But over the last few weeks, ...

Fall update

Okay, so I'm starting to run out of ways to say "I haven't written in a while." I have also run out of excuses. The last time I wrote, I had the excuse that I didn't have any internet all summer so I couldn't post. Well...I moved out of that house August 15th...so that doesn't work. No excuses. I'll just catch you up. I spent the last month of my job at WAC in a cute 1 bedroom apartment in Chestertown. I got to live alone, cook for myself, shamelessly sing in the shower, and host girls-only wine nights. It was a lot of fun but by late September, I was ready to move on from WAC. So I did. Yesterday, I started a new job as the Legislative Director of a Delegate for the Maryland General Assmebly. Onward and upward.  But first, I'll make it up to you for neglecting you for so long. Feast your eyes on a photo-list of all the wonderful happenings since mid-July.  1. I helped one of the best people I know move out of his house in Chestertown and ...