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Never take anything for granted.
I have been through three seperate surgeries during this stay at the Denver Children's Hospital. I can vividly describe them all, but I won't.
I don't have any steel rods in my back anymore. They were removed. After a year and a half. During all of that time they were infected. Everything. There was no way of knowing this slow growing bacteria was the reason for my pain. If it hadn't been for the lump that formed on my lower back and me changing my acne medicine, we wouldn't have known any of this. If the infection had stayed inside of my body long enough and spread, I could have gotten very sick or died eventually.
My back is stapled all of the way up right now, my cathedar was just removed, I have two hemovacs draining my infection more thoroughly, and I have a broviac central-line type thing hooked up to my chest so I can take long term antibiotics and get my blood taken when they need it.
I'm sitting up at a computer in a back room by the nurses' station right now as I type this. Later on I might hang out in this teen room on some different computers.
As bad as everything sounds, I am sitting up and everything. I am better off than I was right after the other surgery a year or so ago. But, this is very serious and I am experiencing quite a bit of pain. I never imagined I'd be going through all of the (pretty much) same ordeals all over again.
My emotional state is pretty fucked up to say the least. The first surgery was supposed to only be a clean out, but they ended up removing my rods. When I woke up at first I wasn't aware that they were removed, and some nurse in the OR was talking to another nurse about it, so that's the way I found out. Uh, yeah.
I'd love to stay and pour out everything, every thought I've experienced, and all of the times I've really contemplated shooting myself in the head with a pineapple, but I have to go. I may be home Monday.
Never take anything for granted, because you only get so many second chances.
And only so many disgusting hospital muffins.
I have been through three seperate surgeries during this stay at the Denver Children's Hospital. I can vividly describe them all, but I won't.
I don't have any steel rods in my back anymore. They were removed. After a year and a half. During all of that time they were infected. Everything. There was no way of knowing this slow growing bacteria was the reason for my pain. If it hadn't been for the lump that formed on my lower back and me changing my acne medicine, we wouldn't have known any of this. If the infection had stayed inside of my body long enough and spread, I could have gotten very sick or died eventually.
My back is stapled all of the way up right now, my cathedar was just removed, I have two hemovacs draining my infection more thoroughly, and I have a broviac central-line type thing hooked up to my chest so I can take long term antibiotics and get my blood taken when they need it.
I'm sitting up at a computer in a back room by the nurses' station right now as I type this. Later on I might hang out in this teen room on some different computers.
As bad as everything sounds, I am sitting up and everything. I am better off than I was right after the other surgery a year or so ago. But, this is very serious and I am experiencing quite a bit of pain. I never imagined I'd be going through all of the (pretty much) same ordeals all over again.
My emotional state is pretty fucked up to say the least. The first surgery was supposed to only be a clean out, but they ended up removing my rods. When I woke up at first I wasn't aware that they were removed, and some nurse in the OR was talking to another nurse about it, so that's the way I found out. Uh, yeah.
I'd love to stay and pour out everything, every thought I've experienced, and all of the times I've really contemplated shooting myself in the head with a pineapple, but I have to go. I may be home Monday.
Never take anything for granted, because you only get so many second chances.
And only so many disgusting hospital muffins.