Monday, March 18, 2013
Last Wednesdy I got bit breaking up a dog fight between my dog and the Basset Hound that has been in the family 12 years. I pulled Buddy off Rocco. But Rocco cornered us and when I went to push him away he bit me instead of Buddy. The wound is about 3" long, half inch wide and about half inch deep. Missed bone and tendon but you could see them. It is in the top of my hand at the base of the thumb near my wrist. Went to ER in Portland since it was late at night. After much prodding, rinsing and needle pokes, I was sent home with antibiotics and pain medication.
Two days later the hand was more red and swollen. I figured I should probably go back to urgency care, but had tickets to a charity event. I took GD and had a good time. Luckily, I sat next to a dog groomer and she took one look at my hand and told me to go straight to Urgent Care. So I dropped GD off at home and did that. Urgent care told me to go to ER in Portland again and gave me transfer papers and a recommendation of 24 hours IV antibiotics to get rid of the cellulitis and avoid sepsis. He was concerned I might lose my right hand function.
ER was busy Friday night, so I got skipped over a couple times and after sitting in the waiting room a couple of hours, I developed chills and all over body aches similar to running a high temperature. The red parts added a couple more inches and the swelling increased, so I was in lots of pain by then and they would not let me take the pain pill in my possession until I saw the doctor. I did not get another pain pill other than ibuprofen until this morning. Every time I asked the doctor had not ordered. So I quit asking if I could get one or take my own. None of the nurses told me I had an order for pain medication until this morning. It kind of makes me mad. Yes, I am an addictive personality, but it is food, books, writing, knitting, sewing sock monkeys. The thing is I grew up watching a much older sister get hooked on pain medications and saw how it ruined her life. I swore I would not make the same mistake. From Wednesday to Friday, I had taken only two a day. So, I still had most my prescription.
Anyway, off that tangent. The hospital bed was magnificent and so was my room. The bed had a memory foam mattress which cushioned my back, and also some sway to it like an innerspring mattress. I don't think I have slept on a more comfortable mattress and sleep I did since I couldn't manage the pain. After I finally got the pain pill, I was able to shower and come home.
I came home to a house messier than when I left. I wonder why no one can clean when I am not around. I am not the tidiest person in the world, but I always cleaned for injured and ill family members. Wish they would do the same for me.
This evening, I was woken from a sound sleep to Buddy and Rocco tearing each other up again. I was no where near them. It doesn't make sense. They are probably stressed about the changes, but I wonder if Rocco is getting senile. He snaps at Buddy every time he walks by him. Buddy will attack Rocco if he gets too close to my shoes, so I have to remember to keep my shoes up. Rocco has blood on his chest and Buddy is limping. I think I can treat Rocco with ointment They don't appear deep. Buddy may need to go to the vet if he is not better in the morning.
What am I to do about the dogs? DD is trying to get her ex to take Rocco back. He has a job again and Rocco is his dog.
I need to move back to the garage and get Buddy out of the house, but the nights are still in the mid 30s which is a little cold on the lungs with the cpap.
I wanted to buy a travel trailer to stay in, but that money will go to the hospital since I don't have insurance. Lost that along with my job with the vertigo.
Think I will talk to DHS tomorrow and try to apply for some type of assistance. I can live off my retirement, but need insurance.
So the reason for this cranky blog is that I am requesting continued healing for the bites for all three of us. I am looking to remain calm and not irritated about the state of the house. I also need to find a better living situation for me. The garage and living room are not cutting it.