And Then This Happened

I have spent far too much time with medical professionals of late. Last Thursday, my blood pressure suddenly spiked. I don’t typically measure it. When it goes too high, I just know. My heart, normally gently beating in the background, pounds in my ears and makes my chest vibrate. Usually this subsides. But on Thursday, I was on a wild roller coaster ride with my circulatory system.

By mid-afternoon, I tried to reach my cardiologist at Boston Medical Center, but couldn’t get through. So I called my local geriatrics team and asked for help. They tried to reach him, too, without success. Given my BP readings (I had finally taken some measurements, which were inching much higher than I had even expected and not helping my angst level), they sent me to the local hospital ED.

I absolutely hate going to the ED. Fortunately, it was not too crowded in the waiting room, and I got a bed pretty quickly. While I was lying there, waiting for someone to come and talk to me, I messaged my BMC cardiologist through MyChart. Within a minute, I got a call from the covering cardiologist, which was a godsend, because the ED doc was then able to consult with her. Scleroderma is so complicated, it really is important to have a team of specialist who know the disease when faced with an emergency.

Long story short—they did a chest X-ray, EKG, and blood work, and the final assessment was that my BP spiked because I had taken an OTC decongestant that morning. I was skeptical, because I’ve used that same decongestant many times without this reaction. But my BP was coming down, so they let me go home after a remarkably short three hours, with instructions to start metoprolol, a beta-blocker go-to med for hypertension.

Fortunately, just as we got home, I got another call from the BMC covering cardiologist, who had finally been able to speak to my guy, who had been covering the ICU that day (hence, hard to reach). He nixed the metoprolol, because it causes vasoconstriction and would aggravate my Raynaud’s. Instead, he recommended losartan. This, he prescribed after we were able to talk on the phone Friday. Like I said, it’s really important to have a specialist who knows this disease.

I wish I could say that’s the happy ending. But my BP is still giving me trouble. It takes time for the losartan to build up in your system. On Monday, after a rough night, I ended up speaking at length with my Boston Medical rheumatologist about where things stood and got more blood work done that afternoon. He was quite reassuring, and we have a plan. But he took me seriously, because hypertension in scleroderma is nothing to fool with.

I definitely felt more at ease after sorting that all out with trusted medical professionals, including the nurses and patient care folks who helped me get through the maze of voicemails, messages, MyChart missives, and phone calls to get the answers and action I needed. This will take more time and patience and care, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned from this disease, it’s that you must be your own best advocate.

Looking forward to a few days by the ocean, with my dear Al, to write and just be.

Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.

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