Half a fucking milligram
Okay, it's been forever and a day since I've updated in any coherant fashion. (not a blurb on faceborg) But, mostly it's because i haven't had much to say. i've been sick, in and out of tyhe hospital and generally just laying in bed wishing the meds would hurry up and do their job. Had another infection, which resulted in a very unpleasant visit tot he er (which I will get to in a sec)the removal of my chest cath and the addition of a brand new temp. neck cath. it looks like a vampire feeding tube.
anyway, what i really wanted to talk(vent) about was that visit to the emergency room. o.m.g. I was sick sick sick, headache, fever, nausia, vomiting, aches, chills, you name it, I had it. I explained to the nurses all of my symptoms and my fear it was due to an infection, because when I was cleaning and rebandaging my neck cath, I found gross yellow discharge. not a lot, but enough to set off warning bells.
They put me in a room, gave me an Iv, drew blood, and left me sit there for four hours. then they took a chest X-ray. and let me sit for two hours. They finally gave me some phenagrin for nausia, but refuses to do anything about my level 10 headache. I'm not proud of the fact, but I was in tears. it hurt and I was so frustraited by then. They tried giving me morphine, but that didn't touch it, and then, here's the kicker, *half a milligram* of diloted. that's like, a drop. they were treating me like some kind of addict seeking drugs. they let me sit for another hour before coming back and giving me two big strong antibiotics and telling me my bloodwork was fine and I could go home. They still ignored the fact that i was in excruciating pain, saying I could choose either the half miilligram of diloted or a prescription for percoset.
I took the prescription, but wouldn't ya know, convieniently, all the pharmacies in town were closed.
The next day at dialysis I was informed that the cultures THEY took as routine came back infected, and I would need surgery and blah blah blah.
Mom was not happy. She marched right back to the ER and tore them new ones like a momma wolf. So, here i sit, with a vampire feeding tube dangling off my neck, hoping three weeks will hurry up and go by so I can go back to the chest cath.
Oh well, at least Dad will be home in October instead of December. :D despite that issue with the penrose ER, things are looking up. Now, the pain meds ARE kicking in, So I'm going to go take a damn nap.
anyway, what i really wanted to talk(vent) about was that visit to the emergency room. o.m.g. I was sick sick sick, headache, fever, nausia, vomiting, aches, chills, you name it, I had it. I explained to the nurses all of my symptoms and my fear it was due to an infection, because when I was cleaning and rebandaging my neck cath, I found gross yellow discharge. not a lot, but enough to set off warning bells.
They put me in a room, gave me an Iv, drew blood, and left me sit there for four hours. then they took a chest X-ray. and let me sit for two hours. They finally gave me some phenagrin for nausia, but refuses to do anything about my level 10 headache. I'm not proud of the fact, but I was in tears. it hurt and I was so frustraited by then. They tried giving me morphine, but that didn't touch it, and then, here's the kicker, *half a milligram* of diloted. that's like, a drop. they were treating me like some kind of addict seeking drugs. they let me sit for another hour before coming back and giving me two big strong antibiotics and telling me my bloodwork was fine and I could go home. They still ignored the fact that i was in excruciating pain, saying I could choose either the half miilligram of diloted or a prescription for percoset.
I took the prescription, but wouldn't ya know, convieniently, all the pharmacies in town were closed.
The next day at dialysis I was informed that the cultures THEY took as routine came back infected, and I would need surgery and blah blah blah.
Mom was not happy. She marched right back to the ER and tore them new ones like a momma wolf. So, here i sit, with a vampire feeding tube dangling off my neck, hoping three weeks will hurry up and go by so I can go back to the chest cath.
Oh well, at least Dad will be home in October instead of December. :D despite that issue with the penrose ER, things are looking up. Now, the pain meds ARE kicking in, So I'm going to go take a damn nap.