Constance Ore is a retired Teacher, Choir Director, and Organist. And a formidable cook.

November 12, 2008

Filed under: — Constance at 4:55 pm on Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Yesterday was given over to two projects; the first was going to Heidi’s house where we made foods together since she had the holiday off from work. This happy time resulted in excellent chicken soup, apple pies, and trying out a new biscuit recipe.

After that, it was off to the hospital into the day’s second project which was going to the pulmonarist to continue the conversation about my lungs. The inhalants had helped somewhat, but the dreadful coughing spasms and lung pain had not been addressed, and by now, he had studied my medical history and was ready to go on in the search of the problem. I had two Cat Scans, one of my sinuses without dye, and another with dye injected into the blood stream to make sure there was not a blood clot in a lung and also to study the lungs more completely. Because the reason for the arterial blood clot in my kidney had never been found, he said that even with the blood thinners, he needed to make sure clotting wasn’t happening and we were to stay until the Scan had been read before we returned home. (We spent the afternoon “killing time”, a phrase that always sends up exclamation points in my brain since one doesn’t wound time, or birth time, but one can kill it. I counted the fish in the salt water aquarium and watched them doing their lives in that small space. They seemed to be into repetitive behavior, big time.) No blood clotting was found, so we were sent home with that good news at the end of the day.

Sometime later this week, we will be given a more complete readout of the findings of the scan, and I was told to cease using the Advair inhalant and begin one called Symbicort 80/4.5. This one has possible side effects that include “immune system effects and a higher chance for infections” so I will follow up on that; the reason for the change was the hope that it would be more effective in controlling the symptoms. When I used it the first time, it did bring relief very quickly, and I said to Charles, “Perhaps you could write a little song like, “Oh Symbicort, you bring such peace to my bosom . . .” After a short pause he looked over the top of his glasses and said, “and is there a second line to that?” I have been trying to think of a good rhyme word to “bosom” ever since, but to no avail.

As Judith recommended, I ordered some face masks that our doctor friend found on the Internet for me; they should relieve anxiety about going out because they apparently stop 99% of the bad microorganisms. I just have to mentally prepare myself to appear in public with this over my face; another friend said that she thought there would be a business in designing arty and seasonal face masks. . . I could go forth in masked mystery rather than with this blue thing that cries out, “Oh dear, sick!” Ah well, life goes on, ever changing, ever challenging and not “business as usual” but we will enjoy our chicken soup and apple pie and biscuits and give thanks for another day.


Comment by irene Beethe

November 12, 2008 @ 7:48 pm

Dear Connie,

Seeing the pictures of the goodies you and Heidi made today, made me drool! Our day at school ended at about 7:00 and had we seen those pictures before stopping for supper….well,who knows what we would have been searching for for our “dinner.”

On the topic of a new composition …. ‘Oh, Symbicort…” not sure if anything rhymes with bosom. Is it like “orange?”

Anyhow, we are glad you have had some relief and are enjoying each day…They are gifts and so we can cherish each one!

Rest well tonight.
Love, Irene

Comment by irene Beethe

November 12, 2008 @ 7:49 pm

P.S. I like the raccoon “mask” the best!


Comment by Becky Pfabe

November 12, 2008 @ 10:12 pm

Connie, there is a woman in our church who wears a mask to church. She had cancer and wore it to protect herself. That’s just how it is AND she can be where she wants to be! You can too!
Love, Becky

Comment by Heidi

November 13, 2008 @ 5:37 pm

Oh Symbicort
When wel cavort
its relief i’m feeling

Oh Symbicort
a glass of port
and now I am a-reelin

My bosom freed
I am indeed
in Symbicort – believin

I am sure there is a future somewhere out there for me just waiting to be realized – in the meantime nothing could be better that making wonderful foods with your wonderful mother.

I feel my apple pie skills improving as we speak and Jon has encouraged me to put those new skills to the test!

My favorite moment was the gentle tutelage in salting soup – I have only to say that you mom are the Salt of the Earth and I think I will get there

Love H

Comment by Caroline Schau

November 15, 2008 @ 8:04 am

Gracious! American apple pie, comfort food chicken soup, new hopefully good news on the medical front… and a daughter who writes poetry for you? You did indeed have a good day. The apple pie is a work of art! Amy made cheesy biscuits for us while she was here, grand granddaughter moments are a blessing also. Masks are not harbingers of illness; they could mean this is a famous, mysterious woman, keep your distance and wish you knew her! After all you’ve adjusted to, a mask is a small thing… no pun intended. :) Love to you and onward into this day. Caroline

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