Hello dear reader(s)!
Last night, my IV blew out. Basically that means it fell out of my vein and was pumping fluids subcutaneously into me causing great swelling and pain. After they removed it, they tried to place a new one, but after 4 sticks and some digging, were not able to put one in. This started at about 1am. So about 3, they tell me they are waiting on a nurse who is really good with IV’s to come help. I drift off until labs come in at 4 to suck my blood. They took about 12 tubes. They leave and I drift off for another half-hour when the nurse comes in and places the new IV. One stick, one kill. Didn’t seem that tough. I fall back asleep until 6:30 when nutrition comes in and decides now is the time to take my menu selections. I finally fall back asleep until 8:30 when the same lady from the lab comes in for more blood. I ask her what for, they answered a CBC (complete blood count). I asked, “Didn’t you take one at 4?” Her response, “Well…”
Well what you fucking idiot? Why again? If you don’t know, find the fuck out! I still don’t know, since the results are in from 4. Possibly due to a drop in numbers and they want confirmation? You know when my counts really go down? When I don’t fucking sleep!!
Today I will be getting more antibiotics through the IV. They have yet to help so far. I had a chest CT last night to see just what kind of infection we were dealing with in my lungs, but so far there are no conclusions. I know I’m not getting any better, and if my counts are any sign, I’m getting worse. Beginning to wonder if it wouldn’t be better to be home on pill antibiotics and to get the fuck out of here, since they seem to be so clueless.
The downside to that is if I really do have sepsis, things can change very quickly and I’ll need a hospital to keep me alive.
Hopefully I’ll know more as whatever doctor rounds decides to tell me something I don’t already know.
On top of all of this, I really want to talk to a friend of mine who right now is literally impossible to get a hold of.
I want my cats. I want my health. I want to get the fuck out of here.
I thought most of this was behind me, but I guess not. Frustrated doesn’t begin to cover the way I’m feeling.
How are you?