I suppose everyone isn’t trying to kill me. The cats. The cats have been trying to kill me with their urine and chewing through my IV.
Then I ran out of potassium earlier this week and I’ve been trying to get some since, and I still don’t really have any. It’s to keep me out of the hospital and to keep my heart from getting messed up. I promised, when I was released from the hospital, to keep up with my potassium, but I haven’t had a blood test since last week (when it was still good) and I’ve been unsuccessfully trying to get some from CVS since Monday, when I started to run out.
The other night, I was so tired from lack of potassium and just exhausted from weeks of antibiotics, I was resigned to die from lack of potassium if it was my time. I arrived at CVS when the pharmacy had closed and couldn’t get some potassium in pill form to tide me over. I felt defeated. When I got the potassium yesterday, initially I thought things were OK. The prescribing doctor had asked if the pills I take say K-Tab and I said no. These say K-Tab and they’re coated and my body isn’t absorbing much of anything at all these days. I take the pills and they don’t dissolve. CVS still doesn’t have my liquid potassium. They don’t know when it will come in.
Today I don’t feel as defeated and I don’t feel like dying just because my insurance company is weird about potassium refills.
I just called and said I want to come in for IV potassium. I need the hateful liquid potassium. I need potassium pills that dissolve. I still have a tiny hope in my heart (or maybe it’s just abnormal rhythm from low potassium) that I can wring a few quality months out of my life, and I’m not quite ready to die of low potassium.