Well folks today’s response will be in the GP-13/R rated area, I am beginning day 3 and not in a good mood. A normal joyful greeting “I am feeling OLD and CRANKY,” normally said with a sweet as pie face, staring back at you. Today ain’t so sweet.
I was admitted to the Hospital on Monday 1/21//13. I have pneumonia yet again. This probably my 5th hospitalization with pneumonia in the last 3 years, am I surprised no, did I expect to be hospitalized again yes. Did expect to feel to the level of shit I felt getting to the point NO. Before I ramble to far let me say it is stretching it to say I feel like a 2.
Friday into Saturday I felt at best a .5 to .75, Saturday into Sunday maybe .75, Monday 1 at best. This was as worst as I have felt inside or outside a hospital in years. I slept on the Friday night and at times felt like I wanted to die. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t cough, and I didn’t have the voice to call for help. Our house was set at 70 degrees, and I had on sleep pants, a tee shirt, a vest sweater, and was covered with two blankets and still had the chills. If I looked at a glass of water I needed to pee, it has been a sports weekend juggernaut and I was in a semi-coma most of it, and I was there on doctor’s orders. Having called the doc and was advised that it was most likely a cold and to talk over the counter meds and if I got worst call him.
Well I didn’t call him Monday, my wife immediately brought me to the hospital (930am) where I was surprisingly seen immediately, rushed into emergency, seen by a doctor, tests conducted, IV installed, and the decision made to admit me within 90 minutes of my arrival, sure getting a room was a different story I was on the wait list, but I was put on the list and by 6pm that evening I was in my private room.
As much as I really want to go into the rant about being a patient, I just can’t, as much as I want to piss and moan about the service I won’t, as much I would want to say the nurses don’t care, they truly do. But Jesus frigging Christ why does the process damn near have to kill you. I have an IV line in for the injectable drugs, but because my veins are so weak they explode on impact with the probing needle. I have 17 bruises on the back of both hands and forearms from the needle sticks that didn’t work out.
If I were lying on the street your safest guess would be drugee. I am scheduled to have a pick line install today. That is a good time, they should be able to give drugs thru it, and take the blood they need from it. Having a pic line before, I know is an hour procedure not too bad. Kinda looking forward to a bit. Now let me bitch about weight. Don’t try this at home kiddies, I have lost 10 lbs. in 3 days, and then gained 6 lbs. back in a night. I don’t have a friggin clue how much I weigh and I bet they don’t either. And then you look at them with a look for an expectation, and they give you that far-away look, immediately slipping into their home language. And this is just the beginning of day 3. I expect to be here 3 or 4 more days; they really haven’t even started the good drugs yet. By the way let me say having COPD really really really sucks. By the way I hate having to beg for a washcloth and towel, but hey I am only the patient.
As I said earlier I think I will be here at least 3 or 4 more days, so if you are unlucky enough you might get another update before I am released back into the wild.
Breakfast has been served as ordered and it was good. My doctor has visited, listened to my lungs, and said in essence they sound like shit, and that I was going to be here for a few more days (no shit Sherlock). The vitals have been taken, and won’t be returned, and they were good vitals LOL LOL.
Well folks I hope you have a pleasant day, thank you for your good thoughts, and as always your comments welcomed are encouraged – take care, Bill