The Don Quixote of the ICU
Just when you think that your spirits are low and Christmas won't make you happy, things get exciting. When I went to the doctor on Monday, they told me I had chronic tonsilitis, which was why I am always getting sick when the meds run out, and that I would have to have my tonsils removed. Tentative date was set for December 30th, but as the days progressed, the swelling got worse and 90% of my airway was blocked by swollen tonsils. My diet since Monday has consisted of Cephalexin, small amounts of Water, Tylenol, Chloraseptic Spray, Chloraseptic Cough Drops, Demerol, Tylenol with Codeine, some antibiotics through an IV, and today I added some bubble gum medicine to the mix too. I think I have lost at least 600 pounds. I don't really remember anything from about the night of December 23rd through this morning. I suffered through Christmas Eve with one side of the family, watching everyone eat delicious food and enjoy their gifts. All I remember that I got was a Hooters Calendar. Christmas Day I was awakened in a daze and tore mindlessly into gifts that I don't recall much either, except for my new guitar. The day progressed and things got worse at my other side of the family's gathering as I suffered the same fate of being miserable while everyone ate and opened gifts. Later that night I ended up in the ER at Floyd Valley Hospital. They then took me to St. Lukes in Sioux City. I was hooked up to an IV and as soon as they started pumping stuff in me, I thought I was dying. Everything got all blurry and I couldn't keep my head up and the last thing I remember was yelling for my mom.
I arose groggy and discombobulated and found myself on some sort of bed with wheels in a new room. They set me up in a room in the hospital because my mouth and tonsils were too swollen to operate on that night. I had an IV of some sustenanceish watery stuff, and antibiotics. I was also hooked up to a blood pressure taker, sphygmomonometer I believe, an oxygen level measurer and an oxygen mask so I could live. I attempted to sleep, but all the machines were beeping and making strange noises and I was scared. The next day the woke me up, gave me more medication and then took me to an operating room. I got all prepped to and then they gave me a nice mouthful of anesthesia and for all I know, they could have sodomized me, which would explain my aching anus. When I came to, for like what seemed the millionth time, I was in another foreign room, mumbling gibberish, surrounded by strange moans but I couldn't open my eyes to find out what was going on. They finally took me back to my room upstairs where I believe members of my family were. Once again, I drifted back into another medicinelly induced state of sleep. I woke around 8 and they told me I could go home, after giving me more medicine.
I got home, fell into a coma like sleep despite the fact I had to sleep sitting up or I would stop breathing. Today, I woke up around 8 and I can't talk. I can make out small whispers occassionally. I watched Pulp Fiction and Office Space, and finally got enough strength to come read and update LJ. I know you are all grateful. Alas, all this typing has made me weary and I feel I must slip back into comatose for a while to regain some strength. Merry Christmas to all of you who I didn't get to talk to in the past few days due to my conditions. I apologize for seeming to disappear from the face of the earth, and also for this extremely long post.
For those of you who don't believe a word of this, my wonderful daddy even took pictures of me amidst my prettiness. Damn, I look good.
I arose groggy and discombobulated and found myself on some sort of bed with wheels in a new room. They set me up in a room in the hospital because my mouth and tonsils were too swollen to operate on that night. I had an IV of some sustenanceish watery stuff, and antibiotics. I was also hooked up to a blood pressure taker, sphygmomonometer I believe, an oxygen level measurer and an oxygen mask so I could live. I attempted to sleep, but all the machines were beeping and making strange noises and I was scared. The next day the woke me up, gave me more medication and then took me to an operating room. I got all prepped to and then they gave me a nice mouthful of anesthesia and for all I know, they could have sodomized me, which would explain my aching anus. When I came to, for like what seemed the millionth time, I was in another foreign room, mumbling gibberish, surrounded by strange moans but I couldn't open my eyes to find out what was going on. They finally took me back to my room upstairs where I believe members of my family were. Once again, I drifted back into another medicinelly induced state of sleep. I woke around 8 and they told me I could go home, after giving me more medicine.
I got home, fell into a coma like sleep despite the fact I had to sleep sitting up or I would stop breathing. Today, I woke up around 8 and I can't talk. I can make out small whispers occassionally. I watched Pulp Fiction and Office Space, and finally got enough strength to come read and update LJ. I know you are all grateful. Alas, all this typing has made me weary and I feel I must slip back into comatose for a while to regain some strength. Merry Christmas to all of you who I didn't get to talk to in the past few days due to my conditions. I apologize for seeming to disappear from the face of the earth, and also for this extremely long post.
For those of you who don't believe a word of this, my wonderful daddy even took pictures of me amidst my prettiness. Damn, I look good.