A guy is yelling at someone. He is not happy.
I believe he’s yelling into a phone.
I put my headphones on and turned the volume up.
Thank jeebus the PA system shut-up. I was fixin’ to get up and go looking for something to unplug.
A nurse came in and washed her hands and ask me was I ok. I nodded, she left. No BP taken. No checking my monitor. No griping about me not eating.
Oh, bliss. Freedom.
Took a shower all on my own. I feel cleaner than I have in 10 days. I don’t offend myself anymore.
It looks increasingly like I may live through this experience.
In the morning I’ll go for my first PT at this new place. Not looking forward to that.
‘Bubba’ better not be bad. I cannot take it.
I’d hate to have to get ugly!
Drone, shmone. Have you forgotten Rapunzel? I could never figure out why that stupid girl didn’t cut off her braid, attach one end to the bedstead, and shimmied down to the ground. If your hair isn’t long enough, use bedsheets. Or Hilda.
I heard running down the corridor. I heard a woman yelling for Sam.
I got up and cracked my door and peeped out. A cart was turning the corner into a room halfway down the hall.
It was the ‘crash cart’ it said so right on the side of it.
Some dude had a heart attack. I believe he died. No one was running out.
I certainly hope it wasn’t the food.
I re-washed my hands and had a moment of silence for unknown guy in room #306.
It’s kinda strange sleeping in a place where I know someone died in close proximity to my person. Jeez, I guess lots of folks died in these rooms :eek:
Okay, I’ve now freaked myself out.
Had breakfast. Cold cereal. Strawberries, milk, nasty coffee and juice.
I don’t know about you but, cereal is supposed to be part of a complete breakfast. I know this cause I’ve seen commercials. I feel cheated. My breakfast wasn’t complete.
Yep, I’m writing a letter. Demanding the rest of my breakfast. Calories, people, I need calories!! I added a protein bar from my own stash.
I’m waiting on time to go to PT. I’m IV free. I expect I’ll have an infusion, later today through my PICC line.
Must go. ‘Bubba’ my new coach/therapist is on his way. Wish me luck…
Missive from the underbelly of the healthcare system
After a spectacularly awful lunch a wheelchair with a nurse attached came and removed me to the lab. I had a blood draw and a pee test.
I was returned to my room to wait for time for my afternoon PT. I walked the short way to the gym/whichever it’s called. Only 3 patients were allowed in at a time. It was finally my turn. My blood sugar was low. I wasn’t very active and Bubba was wondering why. I explained to him my need for food at this time of day. Preferably protein. So, he let me go. I snuck down to the coffee shop and got a sandwich. Very good.
I have no hope of visitors. I have enough insulin. The lil’wrekker has came down with sniffles. We think it’s most likely spring allergies. She sez it’s those ‘dang cats!!’
I again pressed upon her the need to stay home and wash her hands, constantly. She probably should stay away from her Dad. But I think that ship has sailed.
I certainly hope I get out of here soon. Please, please, please.
b. Looking for an exit!
The doctors may be more conservative sending home post op surgery patients. Resources will be limited if any complications come up at home.
The ER and clinics will be slammed with Coronavirus patients. It’s going to be harder for other patients to get medical help. I’d like to believe a emergency like a Coronary would still get priority. But the next few weeks are going to get crazy at the ER and clinics.
A friend had a previously scheduled follow-up visit yesterday. She was met outside the clinic. Temp taken, questions etc. before she could even get into the building.
beck’s waiting her turn to ride the recumbent bike
Yep. They have to clean it between riders. By the looks of the guy before me, I’d prefer it has a trip thru a carwash. :eek:
I had a snack before this PT session so I should be able to work a bit harder today. I’m walking good. The stair steps don’t scare me anymore.
I still have some pain but it’s managed well. I can bend all the way over and touch my toes.
My legs are sore. I think this is from not stretching and walking like I do at home. When I walk my dogs I fully stretch my stride out. The Beagle moves fast. To keep up I walk fast. I carry the Yorkie in my hoodie pocket. She’s tiny and slow.
Well, it’s my turn…more later.
