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Back Among the Living…Literally

I’m baaaack. Yep, I’ve been in the hospital again. It’s been so long since I posted that I can’t remember what I last shared about my hospital adventures. Let’s just say of the last 2 years, I’ve spent about 10 months of it in the hospital. This past Christmas was the first one in three years that I wasn’t in the hospital. It was good to be home for Christmas, even if I wasn’t entirely ambulatory.

This last hospital adventure started out with what was supposed to be a couple of days to take some IV antibiotics to combat an infection building in some skin grafting I had done. The hospital decided to administer a med that was on my allergy list. :O On Thanksgiving evening I coded and ended up in a coma and on a ventilator for five days. I guess they had to use the paddles on me and everything. They called my poor mother at 5 am and told her to come right away because they weren’t sure they could get me back.

I guess I’m too cantankerous to chuck it in yet, and when they took the ventilator out to see if I could breathe on my own I woke and said “Who the hell are you people!?”

They told my mom that I might have some brain issues as they had no idea how long I’d been out before they found me. I do notice that it’s harder to do crossword puzzles now, and I do have an annoying hand tremor that makes coloring a bit difficult. Crochet still works ok though!

My doctor for this last hospital stay is referred to as “Doctor Santa” by many of the aides and nurses. He has a glorious head of white curly hair that falls to his shoulders. He has blue eyes that dance when he’s joking, though you’d never know he jokes from his deadpan delivery and dry wit. My kidney doctor came in one day while the Doc Santa was in my room and says “Is this not the most handsome doctor in the hospital?” I didn’t comment but I was thinking that several of my doctors had a sort of GQ model look about them. :O

My mom had brought a lap robe that I crocheted to the hospital. One day when Dr. Santa came in he asked if I had crocheted it myself. I was surprised that he even noticed the thing. I said yes and he proceeded to say how nice it looked and what a nice border it had and how there was no buckling and how neat and even the stitches were. I thought to myself, here’s a man who either crochets or has someone at home who does!

While I was away my desktop computer pined so much for me that it died apparently. :O Luckily I had a laptop that I can use. I haven’t had the energy (nor the inclination) to get all of my software and such ported over so there won’t be many pictures from me for awhile. I’ve been thinking of doing a little side blog about not much just to get back into the routine of writing and typing and sitting up again.

I’m more mobile now. I was able to ditch the wheelchair and graduate to a rollator, which is a rolling walker that has a seat on it. So if I get wobbly legged I can sit down for a minute. Since I no longer drive, I had to take Wheels home from the hospital. Those of you who have read my adventures know that can be a trip. This last homecoming, I couldn’t get up out of the bus seat. I ended up having t call the fire rescue people to get me off the bus. They were very nice (and also had the look of GQ about them…) and helped me all the way into my apartment. I confess I have a Robert Plant poster hanging up in my living room. One of the firemen says “Oh cool! Are you a Robert Plant fan, too?!” It’s always good to run into other people that share your fandoms.

So, there you have it. My adventures for some time. Hopefully I won’t find myself in the hospital for long term stays any more. I still have to go for outpatient things, but I’m ready to stay home now.


Posted by on February 3, 2017 in Random Life


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Hospital Highs

It was recently reported that Prince died from a Fentanyl overdose. It’s sad, I think. But it gave me pause. During my five-month stay in the hospital, pain management was a big thing. At one point my doctor set me up with the Fentanyl Transdermal Patch in a very low dose. I can understand why people with pain would love the stuff. It works in small doses. But another part of my stay involved getting back on my feet and walking again after lying down for a few months.

The first therapy session after having the patch applied I did my usual thing of standing up using a walker which was about as far as I’d gotten in the process. On this day when I stood up, the room began to spin wildly around me. There were sparkly stars everywhere. The therapists began to have auras. I’ve never been able to see auras before even though many of my college friends had always insisted they’d seen some, usually after ingesting something mysterious…

Needless to say, back into bed I went while the stars and auras faded. And that was the last of the Fentanyl for me!! One of the therapists later said she thought I was looking decidedly high that day when she came in.

I guess I’m a stick in the mud. I never really understood the getting high thing, especially if that was an example. I was also given Dilaudid during staple pullings and wound treatments. There’s another one that’ll work on your head. If they gave it fast (via IV) there was a huge head rush but also an instant relief of pain. I hated that head rush. But some nurses said that people liked it.

Me, I think my own thoughts and peculiarities are enough wackiness for my brain. Or maybe I’ve just gotten old.

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Posted by on June 5, 2016 in Random Life


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Where the Heck Have I Been?

Didja miss me? I’m now back at home after being in the hospital since November 20th of last year. Yep. FIVE MONTHS in long term hospital care. Not a picnic let me tell you. And I’m still not ambulatory–my livingroom now looks like a hospital room. But at least I am home, which feels nice.

I’ve been doing crafty things while doing all that lying down though. A little crochet. And I’ve become obsessed with adult coloring books!

I’ll make a longer post with an overview of the last months later. Right now I’m just trying to get caught up with month’s worth of emails. :O


Posted by on May 21, 2016 in Random Life


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IV handsMy crochet time has been greatly curtailed the last ten days as I languished in the hospital. The worst part of the whole ordeal was the IVs. I apparently have “bad veins” and they like to reject the IV after a day or two. At one point I had an IV assembly crowning the top of my right thumb. As a right handed person, this makes some basic life functions a bit difficult (TMI!!!).

Of course there always has to be some weird thing that happens on any sort of outing and this was no exception. The hospital I went to has remodeled and made all their rooms private, but they are about the size of a closet. One afternoon nurse #24 was installing IV needle #15 when she says “what’s that smell?” There was a definite electrical odor wafting about the room. It got stronger and suddenly smoke was roiling from one of the light fixtures on the wall.

Now there are seven people in my tiny room in a state of pandemonium. The IV nurse is shouting to all the other people to move me immediately since I’m in there for a respiratory issue to begin with. The people begin packing up everything. The room had a reclining chair that I had been sleeping in because the bed was so awful. One of the male nurses decided to just push me and the chair down the hall to the new room. The chair didn’t make a good substitute for a wheel chair and it veered wildly down the hall. Another nurse took to guiding it from the front. Other patients on the floor were perplexed by the whole scene.

The upside was the new room was about 4 times bigger than the old one, with a bathroom that one could actually get into while dragging an IV rig along. The previous bath required the IV to sit outside the door, making any sense of privacy non-existent.

This hospital uses a system of rotating staff so you have different people nearly every day, but after 5 days you start seeing some of the same ones again. Apparently the rapid room change was the talk of the floor and the joke was that I’d do anything to get a better room, even if it meant a fire.

I’m glad to be back home to my own bed and my own bath. I will never complain about my own bed again. Compared to the hospital, it’s like sleeping on a cloud!


Posted by on March 22, 2015 in Random Life


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