I'm up, a good chance of not doing much today, got a pan and a few dishes that need done, will do them while wife is gone, maybe will get a gold star. Some laundry needs done am forbidden by the powers to do it or at least do it when no one is home, something about basement stairs, probably would be fine but,,,,,,,,,,,,,, There is a stack of papers about 4 inches tall on the chair by my desk I need to go through and decide what is what, most likely not needed, several giving them permission to take pictures of things like bruises, rashes and such. Was a lot of bruising and such when I arrived at rehab hospital from blood draws and moving IV's around because with antibiotics they don't last long, inside the arms was looking like one big bruise from wrist to elbows. Day I left they finally put in a pict line above the elbow in the right side. That developed a rash all around it, was not sure if it was tape, antibiotic allergy or what, also had one on the back of the top of my butt, in the plumber crack region and then on my shoulders. They changed the bedding and put a notice about only using sheets washed in Ivory, guess they was some in house as well as patients laundry if they want, no charge, of course I did.
Sheets took care of that one, shoulders they removed the pain patches and went back to tablets and all heal. Pict line area never went away till after it was pulled when I was going home. I think it was the tape stuff but have to deal with it because there is very specific dressing that comes with it you have to use, can add other over if needed but have to leave the clear window so you can see it, and to have to change places require loading me up and hauling back to hospital. They are picky about who puts those in and out. So they pumped me full of IV Benadryl through the line. Helped keep it under control and from previous experience I knew everything you see is not real
Glad I didn't like watching TV, dang lizards (small ones) kept coming out the back and going down the wall and into my closet.
Other strange things, one day Riley was hiding in the closet and would peak out at me once in a while. Talked to the people standing by the bed that weren't there, Rita saw that when she was there, guess my eyes were open. Also if I watched something on the tablet if I looked up it was sometimes projected on the wall for a short time. As they were able to back the pain meds and the Benadryl off it got better.
The time from when I got to the ER at the hospital was a big blur for the most part I got there and right away the checked vitals and asked a few questions and put in a line and gave me mix of 3 pain meds ad a muscle relaxer and got me some what under pain control and took either an X-Ray, MRI or something similar maybe more than that, by then I was not real sure of what was going on or really cared. They finally decided to keep my over night at least, not sure what else they would have done. Sometime the next day they came and the culture they took said staph so they moved me to another room and proceeded to give me stuff through the IV, and I don't remember much of that, they were always calling Rita telling her what was up, probably me to but no idea.
I do remember calling my Mom at 2:30am thinking it was 2:30pm and scaring the hell out of her.
Also developed hic-ups that ended up lasting 2 weeks and nothing help but cold tonic water or mineral water cold on ice, and that for just a short time. Beyond that I remember very little at the regular hospital. When I left there after 9 days I still could not walk, was only able to make five steps on day 8.
They did have the white count to normal, fever also and decided it was at least mostly out of my system and shipped me up the road. They kept the antibiotics going till the day I left, 44 from the day they hauled me away till I got home and day 35 in Tabatha. Getting better by the day, still not worth a crap. But getting better.
News & Blogs
Home
Posts
Recent Posts
Help
Business Directory
Calendar
Advertising Rates
Contact Us
Login
Register
