Hospital Post!

so here I am, in the hospital. No, no emergency or anything. My surgeon just wanted me to come in through the ER so I'd get admitted quicker. He wants me to have surgery to remove part of my right lung, the lung lining, and about four inches of ribs down the center. Buuuuuuuuut the cardio-thorasic surgeon doesn't think that's a good idea...so we're just playing it by ear.

The patient tower is kind of interesting, though. each floor has x-number of sections, called pods (how many pods are on each floor, I forget. Mom told me last night, but...yeah). Each pod has ten patient rooms (plus extra rooms for whatever stuff is in them), and each pod can hold two patients. Kind of makes me want to write something funky, sci-fi, weird. I more than likely will, since it's "quiet time" right now, for a little more than an hour more.

So, while I'm in here, I have to do breathing treatments to help open my airways (and I swear they're working, I haven't been coughing as much), taking anti-biotics both by mouth and IV, and just...wait. Mom wants to talk to the surgeon about my options at the moment, and get some definite answers. So faar, I've seen four specialists at this hospital, and everyone seems to be wanting to go in different directions. Well...the first doctor (a pulmonologist, but not mine) was all doom and gloom and negative, while the last three all kind of had the same general idea. Keep me on the antibiotics and see how things go from there.

Luckily, I'm not tethered down to anything major. Yeah, I have my IV line (in my right elbow, of all places!), but I'm not constantly hooked to the pole, and I have these compression things on my legs to help prevent blood clots. But those are easy enough to take off/unplug so I can get up. I was walking around my  pod a while ago while my nurse is at lunch, but after about twenty laps, I was getting dizzy and  came back to my room. And I'll get the lovely compression cuffs back on when he gets back. Ick. I hope mom will go for a walk with me when she gets here :/

Basically, I'm just sitting here, bored, and...currently annoyed with my roommate. She keeps turning her TV up louder and louder, she sighs like the world is ending for her, moans and groans, talks to herself...and she's prolly ten-ish years my senior. at least. Jeebus...Oh well. Super Mom will take care of it if I ask her to. I just wish she'd turn her TV down a liiiiiiiiittle bit.

Alrighty, I think that's it for now. Will update as things go along!

~CP