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A Meeskite: To all my friends on Wire, thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers, and I hope every one of you had a joyous New Year. To put it bluntly, I didn't. I was in such bad shape when I arrived at the ER, I was gasping for air, and was in tremendous pain up and down my left side. There were several people already waiting, but my situation was so dire the got me a room immediately and started IVs, took bloods. The sent me for a CAT scan and discovered an exceptionally nasty pneumonia in my left lower lung....this was after doing x-rays which were basically useless because I had no way of taking a deep breath. This CAT was done with a dye which made my body very warm as it coursed through my veins....the worst part was trying to lay flat for it.
I remained in the ER from 3 PM to 3AM waiting for a room, talk about no rooms at the inn! The joint was jumping. They started me on oxygen immediately and proceeded to pump me with all types of fluids. More blood tests at 6 AM. Then the nausea began. I started to projectile vomit blood, I did this 10 times. Zofran IV did not help, neither did
phenergan suppositories..... needless to say I was pretty miserable. It didn't help that the room had to have been about 80 degrees, even the nurses said it was very very warm.
Finally they tried Tigan in a muscle and that worked!! At least the nausea was subsiding, by about dinner time on Saturday. Not gone but livable. Wasn't a great time for the kitchen to call for a dinner order which I declined. It was so hot I asked for a fan
and got one. We kept the lights off and the door closed, my roommate and I- she too had difficulty with the heat. I also learned that there is no joy in using a bedpan. I committed a tremendous faux pax Sunday morning when I had put the light on for the nurses, who routinely took 30 minutes to come, which was outrageous, when I needed to pee so badly. Someone poked their head in my door and I snapped and said, "For the love of G-d please get me a bedpan, the startled young man looked at me quizically...he was about to withdraw when I asked him if he ever had to really pee........
he brought me the bedpan and gently helped a grateful me settle into it. It turned out that the white jacketed young man was a doctor Chang, on my medical team. We laughed about it days later.
My life seemed to become a series of lactaid ringers and azithromyacin, which burned my veins very badly and felt like stinging bees. Another charming addition was 4 bags of potassium chloride, which likewise stung and hurt to an amazing extent. Thank goodness they were able to alternate IV sites, but it's enough to send you into a tizzy.
And what does all; this cause? Loose bowels. I asked to graduate to a commode, I wasn't about to try THAT on a bedpan. They had a bed monitor on, so all hell broke loose the first few times I tried to leave the bed. Eventually they trusted me to take down the rail and let me egress on my own.
Meanwhile my blood sugar was in the 350s to 380s and they were giving my insulin
in my belly along with heparin to prevent blood clotting. They must have tested my blood 12 times a day at this juncture, and the best it went down to was about 220 because my stress level was so high. At this point, I made a discovery. The thermostat in the room was set to HEAT, apparently no one thought about that. I turned it to COOL
and the room temperature started to go down, thank goodness for small miracles.
I still had no interest in food, I felt like I had a lump in my throat and had trouble swallowing water.
New Years Eve was uneventful, the nausea had subsided and I had some no fat no sugar vanilla ice cream, which felt good hitting a very tender stomach. I watched the ball drop and hoped against hope to go home New Years Day. It didn't happen. My blood oxygen levels were between 82 and 88 when taken after exertion (the couple of steps to the commode and back on the bed) and a high of 93 with oxygen set at 4.
I can honestly say that the body can exist on 3 hours sleep in 5 days. But I was incredibly tired.
New Years Day, I ate a meal finally, not much just some bread and mashed potatoes with turkey gravy, but it was something, and it got past that lump in my throat. It was torture to be told I had to stay at least another day, I wanted to be home! Today I ate some breakfast and some lunch, my sugar was still not good and my blood oxygen levels remained a constant 88 without taking deep breaths of oxygen. They gave me an oxygen canister good for 4 hours, and neglected to make certain the compact oxygen unit would be delivered, they will deliver it tomorrow. I drove myself home, which was harrowing, to say the least. I frankly was in no shape to drive, but had no choice but to do it.
I must say bacterial pneumonia is no fun. Neither is high blood sugar and low blood oxygen. I still am running a low grade fever....99.7 to 100.9 but they are not very concerned about that. My blood pressure had dropped in the ER to 86 over 52...which got everyone concerned, but has been hanging around 150 over 72 now. It will probably straighten out now that Im home.
Home. It's good to be home. Misty the cat is hanging close to me, I had the sharpness of mind to take a neighbor's number with me to feed her. My flip phone died the first day
so that was useless. I think once I fall asleep, I will sleep for a few days.
Well this is what happened and how I spent the end of banner year 2019... I'm not complaining, I just hope 2020 turns out better. If you read this account, I appreciate it,
I just had to vent a little. Love you all..... Liana