Weekend Dog-Walking and M.R.I. Scan

I haven't taken Alfie out for his early-morning walk since last Saturday. Well, if you're a regular reader of my blog posts you'll know why.  Alfie has been itching to get out and has been following me about the house but couldn't understand why he's been ignored as regards his walk. Frankly, I have't been exactly up for any sort of walk, because of the pain in my legs due to the bruising and Carol wasn't over-keen for me to go out alone with him. Also, it was raining very lightly, although I don't think we would get wet because it was so light. It didn't seem fair on poor little Alfie to have to be denied his walk, so Carol suggested we all go together. She didn't want me to go on my own, considering I'd only had my heart attack less than a week ago, so I'm not really surprised she wanted to go with us. Every time I moved around the house, from getting dressed, going into the bathroom to get shaved to going downstairs, I had a pair of little eyes watching my every move and when I put my jacket on and then my shoes he knew we were about to go out. Which turned  Alfie into a version of the Tasmanian Devil when he goes totally mad, barking, getting hold of the lead with his teeth and generally making a terrible noise, which continues as we go through the door and into the road outside and continue down the path towards Eaglestone Park, where we release him from the lead. For Alfie at least, it's not so much a walk, but more like a mad gallop around the park. 

Carol had another M.R.I. scan this morning. We were supposed to be at the unit at 10.45. We drove into the hospital campus and parked in the multi-storey carpark. Because it was a Saturday there were plenty of spaces. I was noticed how run down a lot of the hospital buildings look, comparing it with the John Radcliffe in Oxford. I think Milton Keynes hospital must have been built on the cheap, as most of the buildings are presumably pre-fabricated. I may of course be wrong. I still can't see why they didn't build a couple of high-rise blocks as there is an incredible amount of wasted space, hence, the amount of walking you have to do to reach various wards and clinics within the campus.

We walked down to the M.R.I. unit, run by In Health. I can't work out how this works. Are they an independent company, working for or in partnership with the N.H.S.? Does the hospital pay them for their services? Not sure I'm over-keen on a private company making money out of the hospital. I'v e learned, from Carol's friend Pauline, who is a colleague of her's who is a science teacher at Milton Keynes Academy, (which is sponsored by a private company, that this company is paid something like £300,000 a year by the Academy, for their services, such as administration etc.) It seems a crazy way to be funded, considering that this organisation has no experience of anything education-related. Why isn't this money used to fund teacher's pay, or, at least paying for extra staff, such as teachers or teaching assistants?

Carol's scan took over an hour, a good deal longer than the last M.R.I. scan she had when she was in hospital. The unit is just over the road from Ward 22 where she was a patient for nearly 5 weeks.

Sunday. I didn't go to church this morning. I woke with a nasty cough, which is a side-effect of one of the tablets I take. I'm not entirely sure which one it is. Seems that nearly everything you take has a nasty side-effect. One even says 'heart attack,' which is somewhat worrying, when you think I've already had two of those. Is that a side-effect? Crazy.

Later we took Alfie for his customary walk. We visited the shop to buy some bread for lunch and some Imodium tablets (because the Atarvastatin seems to be giving me the runs, rather unpleasant. See previous blog post.) I had an idea that any statin tablets I was prescribed would probably have this sort of side-effect, which I can honestly do without. Enough problems without constantly running to the toilet. Also, just plain tired and want to sleep. Which is just part and parcel of having a heart attack I'm afraid.

As I write this, at 3.15 p.m. on Sunday, it's quite bright and sunny, although there is a keen wind blowing.

Changes To Medication

What I haven't mentioned, since describing in fairly accurate detail, my couple of days in the John Radcliffe in Oxford, were the changes  made to my medication. Some were added, whilst some were removed and some had their dosage changed.

I had taken Isoborbide Mononitrate 20mg, Bisoprolol 5mg, Candesarten 4mg, as well as Lansoprazole 20mg. and soluble Asprin 75mg.

The Candesarten has now been removed and the dosage of the Bisoprolol reduced to 2.5mg. I now have Ramipril 2.5mg and a statin called Atorvastatin 80mg as well as a drug to help protect the stent called Ticagrelor 90mg which I have to take twice-daily and they've told me that I have to take this for a year as it's to prevent any clotting around the stent which could lead to further complications.

I was reluctant to continue with any type of statins because I have had side-effects. At the time of my first heart attack in 2006 I was put on one called, I believe, Clopodrogel and a statin called Pravastatin (I may be wrong as to brand name or which is or isn't a statin.) At that time, during the week I was in the C.C.U. unit at Bedford Hospital, I began to develop what seemed like flu-like symptoms, so the nursing staff moved me off the main ward and into a side-ward, as they thought I might be infectious. As it turned out it wasn't actually flu but the side-effect of the possible use of the statins I was on. I have been tested over the last few years to keep my cholesterol levels as low as possible, but I had side-effects from taking which ever type or brand of statins it was (at the moment I have forgotten the brand name, but possibly called Plavix.) Because I managed to have my cholesterol levels at a well-controlled level, done mostly by eating healthily, taking a fair amount of exercise (we used to be members of a gym, and used the swimming pool regularly until Carol's cancer diagnosis.) I got the cholesterol levels in my blood to around the target of under 5mmol. So my doctor took me off the statin drug because I had muscle pain and some digestive problems. I got a certain amount of discomfort in my stomach, for example. The lansoprazole capsules are to protect my stomach as a result of taking most of the other medications.

As I have only been taking the new medications for a few days, I haven't experienced any side effects. I do get a dry cough which comes from nowhere. I'm not sure which medication causes this. But yesterday evening, after I'd taken the medications for my 6 o'clock administration, I had very violent diarrhoea. Sorry, but there's no other way to describe it. I'm fairly certain it was caused as a result of one of the medications I was on, possibly the Atarvastatin or a combination of that and another medication. I had to take Immodium to control this. As I write this post at 6.35 a.m. on Saturday I feel queasy and just hope I don't get the 'runs' again.