fresh out of the shop
so surgery went well. only took an hour. they replaces the liner on the socket and screwed on a new ball. my mom and nick went to the hospital with me. i spent most of my day in recovery while they tried to find me a room. as soon as i got there they shewed my family out and i was pissed. the next few days were a bit blurry but i do remember an issue with my blood pressure. got down to 45/something and thats when things kicked into action. they gave me a bag of blood (thanks a- donor) and checked me every 15 minutes. after about a day or so it came back up.
i wanna thank Charla for hanging out with me lat at night and telling the entire floor that i belly dance and then show not only the nurses but my surgeons the vid of me and my teacher and my belly dancing sister kathy. also amy the enviromental lady, thanks for telling me some jokes and not forgetting me.
i was told that there was a possible infection from the cultures they took of the cyst and of somewhere else in that area. they found some odd bacteria but nothing grew after 72 hours and the cultures were thrown away but they wanted to be on the same side so they wanted to treat me for 5 weeks with antibiotics. since medicare wont pay for the supplies, tubing and stuff, but they pay for the iv drug i had to be put in an extended care facility. meaning nursing home.
i get to the nursing home and a fever spikes. it took about 4 hours for it to come down. that was friday that i got there.
this hell hole called whetstone gardens, is the worst place on earth. my incision was never cleaned at this place. i cleaned it myself. the staff was horrid. there was a guy that was a nurse aid that leaped from one ide of the room to the other to turn off my nurse light and go and get the nurse to tell her my iv pump was beeping. he was truely odd. then i had a brand new RN that came in one morning to give me my meds and she could name 2 of the pills but she was unsure of the other one. i told her that im not taking these unless you can tell me what they are. she walked out and asked the nurse that was helping her what the other pill was. i told her thats not cool. since she is an RN she was the lucky winner to hook up my iv meds. she comes in and hangs the bag and stares at the pump like a magical elf is gonna jump out and kiss her. she gets it going and i am freakin out that she has messed it up. lucky for my they were using an old pump that i know a lot about so i knew it was set up right. she had to come in 4 or 5 times because she forgot to get the air bubbles out of the line.
the next day she was my nurse again and i told the other rn that was training her that i was not comfortable with whats her face doing my meds and id prefer another rn to do them. the trainer RN came in and said that whats her face really wanted to do the iv. i said im not cool with that. then she said what if i am standing here with her. i told her that as long as she was standing there ready to take over and make sure she does it right, ok.
so i saw a physical therapist 2 times and each time it was ok lets go for a walk and ok your done see ya later. the food was horrid. they could not grasp that i dont eat pork. then they server you shoe and breast implant. thanks to my wonderful husband i had real food for the few days i was there. and thanks to him i got a shower. at the nursing home they had shower days. mine was monday and friday. come monday i was at my wits end. there was no way i could stay. i couldnt be away from my husband and my dogs any longer. i couldnt sleep without them.
upon the advice of my dad, monday night i asked to see my chart so i could get the numbers and names of the people i needed to call. i expected a fight over this evenhtough it is my right to see my chart. it was handed over freely and i had a place at the desk to check it out. i got the names and numbers and the stacy the night nurse was awsome to leave notes for everyone the next morning. i also got to read my surgical notes and that was kinda cool. the next morning i called my surgeon, the infectious disease doc that put me on the iv antibiotics and medicare. medicare said that if i have to leave i would not be stuck with the bill especially if i feel i am not being treated the right way and the care im getting is not up to par. she said you need to do what you have to do. so they had record that i called. my surgeon called and said if i leave against medical advice they would treat me for 6 weeks and then thats it they wont treat me anymore. well Dr Fada is pretty awsome so i need him to take care of me. i called the infectious disease guy and talked to his nurse around 930am tuesday. i told her that i cant stay here anymore. i cant heal properly being away from my family. she said he would talk to Dr kusumi and let him know. i told her that i would be willing to take oral antibiotics but i have to go home. she called back around 130pm and said the doc was not happy about it but he will put me on oral antibiotics. she had to tell me that if an infection came about that it could result in amputee and death and all that crap and it was witnessed by another nurse on a conference call. the doc at the nursing home said you are free and nick came and got me about 330pm. i walked out of that hell and i felt so much better.
nick took me home and we showered me and then took me to his work xmas party in my wheel chair. he was not ashamed either.
Through all this craziness, my husband nick was there holding my hand. he has been strong and patient. he never let me see how nervous he was and scared. he had never gone through anything remotely like this and he stepped up and handled it well i think. i am greatful for him and his love. things seemed to change when i came home between us. we became much closer. one of the nicest things he said to me while we were in bed the first night i was home was "sometimes i just wake up to kiss you in the middle of the night". i am blessed to have him in my life.
thanks for all the cards and the love and prayers. thanks for the uplifting visits and many laughs.
here is a pic of the scar
http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d37/Evilstraps/100_1738.jpg
i wanna thank Charla for hanging out with me lat at night and telling the entire floor that i belly dance and then show not only the nurses but my surgeons the vid of me and my teacher and my belly dancing sister kathy. also amy the enviromental lady, thanks for telling me some jokes and not forgetting me.
i was told that there was a possible infection from the cultures they took of the cyst and of somewhere else in that area. they found some odd bacteria but nothing grew after 72 hours and the cultures were thrown away but they wanted to be on the same side so they wanted to treat me for 5 weeks with antibiotics. since medicare wont pay for the supplies, tubing and stuff, but they pay for the iv drug i had to be put in an extended care facility. meaning nursing home.
i get to the nursing home and a fever spikes. it took about 4 hours for it to come down. that was friday that i got there.
this hell hole called whetstone gardens, is the worst place on earth. my incision was never cleaned at this place. i cleaned it myself. the staff was horrid. there was a guy that was a nurse aid that leaped from one ide of the room to the other to turn off my nurse light and go and get the nurse to tell her my iv pump was beeping. he was truely odd. then i had a brand new RN that came in one morning to give me my meds and she could name 2 of the pills but she was unsure of the other one. i told her that im not taking these unless you can tell me what they are. she walked out and asked the nurse that was helping her what the other pill was. i told her thats not cool. since she is an RN she was the lucky winner to hook up my iv meds. she comes in and hangs the bag and stares at the pump like a magical elf is gonna jump out and kiss her. she gets it going and i am freakin out that she has messed it up. lucky for my they were using an old pump that i know a lot about so i knew it was set up right. she had to come in 4 or 5 times because she forgot to get the air bubbles out of the line.
the next day she was my nurse again and i told the other rn that was training her that i was not comfortable with whats her face doing my meds and id prefer another rn to do them. the trainer RN came in and said that whats her face really wanted to do the iv. i said im not cool with that. then she said what if i am standing here with her. i told her that as long as she was standing there ready to take over and make sure she does it right, ok.
so i saw a physical therapist 2 times and each time it was ok lets go for a walk and ok your done see ya later. the food was horrid. they could not grasp that i dont eat pork. then they server you shoe and breast implant. thanks to my wonderful husband i had real food for the few days i was there. and thanks to him i got a shower. at the nursing home they had shower days. mine was monday and friday. come monday i was at my wits end. there was no way i could stay. i couldnt be away from my husband and my dogs any longer. i couldnt sleep without them.
upon the advice of my dad, monday night i asked to see my chart so i could get the numbers and names of the people i needed to call. i expected a fight over this evenhtough it is my right to see my chart. it was handed over freely and i had a place at the desk to check it out. i got the names and numbers and the stacy the night nurse was awsome to leave notes for everyone the next morning. i also got to read my surgical notes and that was kinda cool. the next morning i called my surgeon, the infectious disease doc that put me on the iv antibiotics and medicare. medicare said that if i have to leave i would not be stuck with the bill especially if i feel i am not being treated the right way and the care im getting is not up to par. she said you need to do what you have to do. so they had record that i called. my surgeon called and said if i leave against medical advice they would treat me for 6 weeks and then thats it they wont treat me anymore. well Dr Fada is pretty awsome so i need him to take care of me. i called the infectious disease guy and talked to his nurse around 930am tuesday. i told her that i cant stay here anymore. i cant heal properly being away from my family. she said he would talk to Dr kusumi and let him know. i told her that i would be willing to take oral antibiotics but i have to go home. she called back around 130pm and said the doc was not happy about it but he will put me on oral antibiotics. she had to tell me that if an infection came about that it could result in amputee and death and all that crap and it was witnessed by another nurse on a conference call. the doc at the nursing home said you are free and nick came and got me about 330pm. i walked out of that hell and i felt so much better.
nick took me home and we showered me and then took me to his work xmas party in my wheel chair. he was not ashamed either.
Through all this craziness, my husband nick was there holding my hand. he has been strong and patient. he never let me see how nervous he was and scared. he had never gone through anything remotely like this and he stepped up and handled it well i think. i am greatful for him and his love. things seemed to change when i came home between us. we became much closer. one of the nicest things he said to me while we were in bed the first night i was home was "sometimes i just wake up to kiss you in the middle of the night". i am blessed to have him in my life.
thanks for all the cards and the love and prayers. thanks for the uplifting visits and many laughs.
here is a pic of the scar
http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d37/Evilstraps/100_1738.jpg
