Jennie26's Journal

OK so...some interesting things have happened.

Apparently my dad got his test results back, and he is negative for the FVL mutation. This is weird since I have it, and my mom's test  came back positive for just the Prothrombin mutation, not the FVL one.

 Hmmm. 

Both my parents were quick to tell me that my dad is my biological father. They're divorced now...it's funny how they still are so much alike. I guess that's what happens after being married for 30 years, then divorcing. Anyway, I know he's my father. Mostly because I look just like him, and we have the same (rare) blood type AB+.

I am guessing his test was wrong. Dad said he got the results back in the mail which I find odd. I know his doc didn't even want to test him in the first place. My hematologist says we can test me again, although I asked for a copy of my report and it was clear I am positive for FVL. So either I spontaneously developed a mutation (there's a one in one billion chance!) or someone's test results are wrong. I am hoping MY test results are wrong. The hematologist felt I should be on Coumadin for life even if I just have the prothrombin mutation. I don't know if I believe that...

My INR was stable for a month! Then yesterday I found out I dropped back to 1.8. Damn vegetables. I really need to develop a routine. I can't keep going for blood tests every week. The needles don't bother me anymore---it's just an inconvenience.  

 On top of everything else, Mark is dealing with his dad's death (he is the executor of the will), and now his mom is in the hospital for back surgery. She now will be unable to lift more than 5 lbs. Mark is trying to get her moved out of her current house and into a better one.

Oh, and we now own 3 cats. Yep--3. I had 2 before. Two cats are fine. But now we have Mark's dad's cat (Fluffy), who is nice to us but has some major beef with the other 2. And she poops more than the other 2 cats combined. Needless to say, I am a bit of a clean freak when it comes to litter and now I have 2 litter boxes to scoop! Fluffy lives in our guest bathroom for now, which is actually pretty big, but it cannot be permanant. We have to get her declawed since the other cats are declawed. I hate declawing an older cat, but Mark has pretty much left me with no other choice. So I will suck it up, scoop poop, and vacuum every day.

 Oh, and on top of everything else is't the holidays! And everyone is grumpy (on both sides of our family). Grrr. I used to love this time of the year. My b-day is in a week. I will be 27. 3 more years until thebig 30. Where does the itme go?