Wow. The last few weeks have been a real trial!
Let us sum-up, ok? (It’s not necessary to read my list, but, hey, it might entertain🤭)
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Have giant seizure. And more seizures. Go directly to the hospital. Don’t pass go.
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Am admitted.
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Many drugs are tried. Finally one calmed down my brain. Dang brain, it has a mind of it’s own, I guess.
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It seems I’m under strict observation. Not!! I do as I please.
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After looking at a list of my many write-ups:
Doc says send her to rehab. This is a pump problem.
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Get new pump.
Have 2 seizures. Order new pump. Different brand name. -
Cross fingers. This place is full of “let’s try it” types.
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Hit head on cabinet door, fall down. I was dizzy but not knocked out. Fall alert went off. Crash cart in my humble room. Now that was exciting. Ambulance ride to the hospital (2 blocks away) that was fun!! I got a teddy bear they usually have for the kids😌.
(Note to self, buy plush toys to donate to that charity) -
Jump ahead, 2 days later I have surgery on my head to evac. a hematoma.
(I had to jump ahead because I have no memory of my Hyjinx those 2 days, seems I talked alot, tho’) -
Finally, I feel like myself. Neurosurgeon says I’ll live. Well that’s nice to know.
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Starved. These peeps don’t want me to eat. They make my food grosser that everyone else’s. (Paranoid? Not diagnosed) Thank the Lord for the Lil’wrekker. I lived.
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Cannot leave til I get rehab-ed. I convince them I can do that at ‘Rehab’. Huh? Go figure. Sent back to Rehab. Yay! The food is great there. This is where they have resident cats. More Yay!
(Oh I forgot about the Jojo stuff, I do it another time) -
Bad luck, move on.
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Massive headache everyday. Of course I complained about it. Well, that was dumb, I can’t leave til they have a handle on it and my legs are stronger.
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I really hate these people. Bad Nurse Ratchet doesn’t care for me either.
I was sitting on the shower floor, (crying my sad ‘feel sorry for myself tears’, no I don’t need company to feel sorry for me, tyvm.)
She runs in and hits the big call button. Every nurse and aide runs to my bathroom. I’m nekkid of course as I’m showering. A guy CNA, is there, he gave me a creepy vibe. ( It probably was my imagination)
I called the director and told on the head nurse that 87 people followed her in my shower, some may have just been bystanders who just wanted a peep at a nekkid sick woman. Of, course, I overreacted. But, still. -
I went outside after my morning rehab( whoo hoo, I was able to walk a half mile.) To look at the resident cats and give them treats.
I whispered to them, “good bye”
Got a call from the intern my PICC line needed to be changed before I go home.
I started my campaign early today. I called no less than 3 doctors offices. And told the l–o–n–g story to them. I needed a PICC line do over, today.
I can’t figure why but they came and got me and put me in a treatment room. Did the job.
Neurologist was impressed I got it done, today. He was thinking 3 days at least.
This is the last step to the big day.
After Dialysis tomorrow: I.Go.Home. !!!
In the early afternoon. Yay!!
Kinda of a let down really, I would have loved an organized break out or a bunch of fireworks.
But, I’ll get over it. Some-how.
