Miss Cranky Pants Ernst
I realized I lied in my last post: they removed six inches of my intestines, not two.
So I thought I'd be getting out tomorrow, but that probably won't happen now as I had a bit of an "episode" last night. I'm not quite sure what all happened, but I had a neurologist, a physician, a couple nurses, and an emergency response team in my room last night. I got up to go to the bathroom and went back to bed. My nurse came into my room shortly after I had returned to bed and found me gasping for air with a trail of drool coming out the side of my mouth. I remember I was having difficulty breathing, because inhaling was causing me severe abdominal pain. It felt like someone was sticking a sharp knife in me.
I can't say I remember much else. I had doctors asking me a lot of questions, shining lights in my eyes, poking me with needles, mispronouncing my last name repeatedly, and talking much louder than was necessary. They think I may have had a seizure. Since I don't really remember what all went on, I can't say. My blood tests all came back normal and my vitals were all WNL (though my BP was a little low, but that's normal for me). The only slight abnormality was that they found keytones in my urine.
I'm supposed to be meeting with a neurologist later today. I guess I'll have more information then. At the very least, it's nice to have the breathing tubes and feed bag disconnected from me once again.
Grrr...I really want out of this place. They've put me back on a clear liquid diet, though I don't really understand why. I don't want to be on clear liquids again. As such, I'm not eating until they say I can be on a regular diet again. They can feed me intravenously. Fuck it. If it's not already obvious, I'm very irritable right now. It's been 101 hours since I've had my last cigarette and I'm really starting to notice it now.
So I thought I'd be getting out tomorrow, but that probably won't happen now as I had a bit of an "episode" last night. I'm not quite sure what all happened, but I had a neurologist, a physician, a couple nurses, and an emergency response team in my room last night. I got up to go to the bathroom and went back to bed. My nurse came into my room shortly after I had returned to bed and found me gasping for air with a trail of drool coming out the side of my mouth. I remember I was having difficulty breathing, because inhaling was causing me severe abdominal pain. It felt like someone was sticking a sharp knife in me.
I can't say I remember much else. I had doctors asking me a lot of questions, shining lights in my eyes, poking me with needles, mispronouncing my last name repeatedly, and talking much louder than was necessary. They think I may have had a seizure. Since I don't really remember what all went on, I can't say. My blood tests all came back normal and my vitals were all WNL (though my BP was a little low, but that's normal for me). The only slight abnormality was that they found keytones in my urine.
I'm supposed to be meeting with a neurologist later today. I guess I'll have more information then. At the very least, it's nice to have the breathing tubes and feed bag disconnected from me once again.
Grrr...I really want out of this place. They've put me back on a clear liquid diet, though I don't really understand why. I don't want to be on clear liquids again. As such, I'm not eating until they say I can be on a regular diet again. They can feed me intravenously. Fuck it. If it's not already obvious, I'm very irritable right now. It's been 101 hours since I've had my last cigarette and I'm really starting to notice it now.