You have just got to ride it
Week one on warfarin and I still couldn’t get my INR in range for two tests on the go. I’d reach a level between 2 and 3. Then they’d drop the dose. They would then scratch their heads when next time I return to 0.5.
Alan was being as vague as ever. One thing was for certain. I couldn’t go to the warfarin clinic until I could maintain therapuetic range. Not that I really want to go the warfarin clinic, but anywhere had to be better than here, right?
It was suggested after two weeks of too’ing and fro’ing. That perhaps keeping me on the higher of 10mg/11mg may just keep me in range. Rocket Science I know! Apparently this was a relatively high dose not needed by most. Which was especially true for someone my size. At that time I am proud to say I was a size 8 and 5ft 3. The doctors where worried about spontaneous combustion and me bleeding everywhere. However common sense prevailed and I eventually got into range.
The worry over the level of anticoagulants I need and can tolerate has been a consistent theme throughout my condition. I have APS (Antiphospholipid Syndrome). The need for high levels of anticoagulants was one of the first signs that I had it.
Alan and I parted ways and that was the end, or so I thought, of my medical journey in MAU . I had my appointment for the warfarin clinic and was due to go a week later. Woo hoo no blood test for another week. Little did I know that after one appointment there I would be begging to go back to Alan.
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