Tch. This Is Sooo Reid.
Monday May 16th 2011, 10:22 pm
Filed under: Denver, Family, Health (Not Cancer), Me, Myself, and Reid, RestauRants

Update of Great Importance 5/17/2011: To my dear family and friends, I am truly sorry; I never meant to imply that I ate at Casa Bonita the night that this entry took place. I only meant to convey that Casa Bonita is the standard for bad Mexican food. I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused to you and/or the Mexican food industry. Thank you for your understanding. I will try to be more clear in the future.

Last night, my folks and I went out with my Aunt Stacie, my cousin Jeff, and Jeff’s “hey! we know you through the grapevine!” girlfriend Lee–an all-around fun group to go out with. We went to a very authentic Mexican restaurant that my aunt really likes. Everyone here has their own favorite “very authentic Mexican” place, and each varies in degree of objective authenticity. The agreed upon least authentic, but perhaps most fun “very authentic Mexican” experience is Casa Bonita. There is not, however, any agreed upon top end to the “very authentic Mexican” scale.

So anyway, we were at this authentic Mexican restaurant (that was not Casa Bonita), and for the first 30 minutes, we were having a great time. We picked our food from this huge menu, people got their fancy alcoholic drinks, and Jeff, Lee and I were laughing about both things and stuff. In fact, I would say we were having a marvelous time.

Then, my hands turned blue. Well, my fingers did, anyway. My palms remained a healthy pasty pinkish hue. After a few minutes of everyone making fun of me (in their defense, it did look like I’d smeared blue ink all over my fingers), we realized that this might indicate a life-threatening problem. I called one of my doctors, who reacted with several, “Oh my god!”s and told me to head to the nearest ER. Blue coloration in the extremities is a sign that blood is not getting to where it needs to be.

I had never been to this ER, but, as far as ERs go, it was pretty good. The ER nurses and doctors worked hard to determine the cause of my cyanosis (Medical English for “Blue Man Group extremities”). There were a lot of reasons why this was difficult to pin down. One of the primary reasons for this was that fingers on both of my hands had turned blue. Meaning that either a common blood pathway had to be not working correctly, and that would be the heart, which they ruled out, or that, incredibly improbably, two clots that had formed separately at the same time on both sides of my body. There was some concern about my central line, but as I understood it, the way it’s setup into my heart, it wouldn’t create a problem on both sides of my body evenly.

I underwent an ultrasound to make sure there weren’t any clots. There were no clots. By the time that was done, about an hour and half after my fingers first turned blue, they were almost totally back to their normal color. The ER doctor explained that some people simply have “asymptomatic problems” that don’t really seem to be the result of, or indicative of anything. I howled with laughter (on the inside), and quipped, “You don’t know the half of it!” (on the inside). They could not explain why my fingers had turned blue.

So I was released with a paper that said, basically, “we don’t know why this happened, but you’re okay.” My primary doctors were less than satisfied with this conclusion, and are intent on not letting it go. They’re conferring and racking their brains to solve yet another Reid Levin Medical Mystery™. This Wednesday, at my first post-chemo clinic visit, they will now have a lot to thoroughly examine and test. Although I’ve known this for a long time, it’s still nice to by reminded that my doctors have my back and are concerned enough about me to try to figure all of these weird t”this would only happen to Reid!” hings out.

Maybe it should scare me a little bit, too. Honestly, though, I think this incident was just my body saying, “Okay, chemo is over, what other kind of mischief can I get into?” Again, that was not a satisfactory answer for my doctors. Which is good.

Oh, and since I didn’t get to eat my dinner, I went to Taco Bell after I was released from the ER. I got my just-above Casa Bonita “very authentic Mexican” food in the end. Muy bueno!


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I love Taco Bell.

Comment by Matt Gallo 07.27.11 @ 8:09 am

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