Saturday in the hotspotal - From Me
Saturday, August 06, 2011
HotSpotal aka hospital
Today, enough was enough, especially when I was told I would not get to go home today. Boo hoo, blah, grr, one more. I am even forgetting how to spell and type. So I asked Ron to bring me 1) netbook, 2) a banana strawberry fruit smoothie 3) yarn and a crochet hook, 4) clothes for my pending getaway.
I appreciate my hubby's little updates. from the HotSpotal aka hospital.
I started writing that about a half an hour ago. In the meantime.
I ate - half of my roast beef, half of my corn a teaspoon of mash potato, a couple teaspoons of orange sherbet. This was the most I've eaten since my first day's totally liquid diet. My appetite has been non-existent so I am not even trying to. Getting healthy IS my job, and some days are harder than others.
All the inbetweens - Unfortunately, my gag reflex has kicked in with all medications, and thus the lack of appetite and nausea.
Here IS what is going on now.
I have been running a fever every night. My pain has not been the best managed. My hands swelled from the IV sites, so they had to remove the needles, then they found I dangerously low potassium levels, and to top that off, I have got a urinary tract infection - henceforth the fevers every night.
So, they have been trying to give me potassium tablets, and yesterday I only took 1/3 of a tablet, and tried to convince them I could fix it with nutrition. Not good, when I have no appetite to live up to my words. My hubby brought me a smoothie last night too (I only drank 1/4), I ate1/4 of a banana, and half of a vanilla yogurt. I would not have believed I am force feeding myself.
Day 1 - I was spaced out. Whatever my hubby says, good.
Day 2 - They got me up, went to the Bathroom, physical therapy, occupational therapy, and I don't remember much else. I was terrible by evening, the Dr. ordered a commode for me. I also found out that there was much more of a tear on the left side herniated disc that he thought, so he had to cut through muscle as well as utilize screws and rods, and
Day 3 - Thursday - It felt ugly. Lots of pain, Didn't want to move, I refused Physical therapy, occupational therapy, and walking to the bathroom. I didn't feel "better" till evening - too many back spasms.
Day 4 - Friday - I woke up with my right hand totally swollen and in pain about 3 a.m. by morning, my medical bands were adhered to my wrists, and it was with great difficulty that I peeled them off my wrists. The iv's were removed, so potassium levels were monitored. My doc came to see me, and he removed the drain. Later, the test results for the potassium showed a deficiency, so, more monster pills. I accepted Physical therapy and occupational therapy, and climbed the equivalent to 10 steps. Doc said I might go home Saturday or Sunday'
Day 5 - today. I was thinking positive - not always the best thing. Murphy in action. Remember that potassium? Yep, you're right, I didn't have enough and had to have more to be allowed to go home. I cooperated with PT - climbed stairs, and one of the nurses carefully worked with me to get me through the Potassium tablets. I took 2 whole tablets this afternoon by halves with apple juice and lots of coaxing.
It is 3 in the afternoon on Saturday - I am wiped out, and nned to nap. So, night night my friends.