Well, I lived through admissions. That was thoroughly UN-fun.
To much talking. Admt.Lady couldn’t locate my admission orders. 2 Doctors signed off on it. Lost to the underbelly of a huge hospital. No matter she’ll just call the nephrologist. While she was doing that I was texting the diabetic NP. Before you could hit delete the admit.Lady got an Email from the diabetic clinic with my orders to be hospitalized.
More later…
Whitman’s Sampler your way. (it’s the thought that counts)
Life is liks a box of chocolates, I hear.
I’m getting an infusion in my PICC line. I questioned that. Doctore said injections. The nurse laughed and said “Isn’t this easier?, No, shots!!”
Nurse Lady, I’ve been a diabetic for decades, needles don’t scare me.
I know this bag of antibiotics are too strong, I’m already getting nauseous. Ok, here goes again: texting the diabetic nurse line.
I know they hate me. But, Doctor said injections!!
Only thing they’ve done in the way of a test was the lab person came and took a bunch of blood.
I’ll be puking all afternoon becoz of this IV. :smack:
I’m informed after luncheon I’ll be treated to a series of scans. Oh, goody.
I sent Big Wrek after corndogs.
My diabetic kit has glucose tablets and glucose rescue kit and protein shakes. I don’t trust these people to meet my nutritional needs. Think I’ll drop a text to my nutritionist. She’ll be interested in the meals they provide.
I am not a diabetic, but I do have multiple food allergies.
I have always been terrified of being in a hospital or other situation where I am at the mercy of others in regards to food, because it is so damn easy to screw up. The typical person huffs and says “how can you be so picky?” Actual nutritionists say “my god, how do you mange to successfully navigate this minefield every day?”
As it happened, the one and only time I was in the hospital I was not allowed anything by mouth, not even water, for a solid week. Eventually, of course, they did let me eat and drink again, and between my spouse and my own native paranoia (and desire to avoid anaphyllaxis) I survived.
But I envy folks whose only complaints about hospital food are “tastes yuck” and “not enough”.
Good luck with everything, be it your kidneys, managing your diabetes, or your nutritional needs. Get better soon and get back home.
Spidey! They wouldn’t dare.
Mr.Wrekker said they’re gonna confiscate my phone and tablet, if I don’t quit tattling.
I sent him packing back to the deer camp. I don’t want him hanging around. Got my corndogs right as they were bringing in the lunch tray.
Mystery meatloaf, green beans, boiled potatoes. Roll, and Applesauce. I ate the potatoes and saved the applesauce. Took a pix of the tray.
I need to change my insulin pump today. I can do it w/o help if I have both hands to work with. Nurse-lady came and removed the 1/2 empty IV bag (:)) and looked at my CGM. I told her about my insulin pump. “Oh” sez she. “We wondered why insulin was not indicated on your chart” She looked at the pump and decided there was enough in it for today. WRONG. I’m fixin’ to change it.
No word from the kidney Doctor yet.
I hope you get good news about your kidneys. If you think hospital food is bad, bad, bad, a renal diet is worse, worse, worse. No bananas, no oranges, no tomatoes, no potatoes. That means no pizza, no spaghetti with tomato sauce, no French fries, none of the foods that make life worth living. Food so bland, you’d almost rather starve instead.
Glad you’re still feistily bucking the system!
When my friend was hospitalized last summer, she got an extensive menu and ordered meals by calling the kitchen. Furthermore, if she wasn’t hungry, she didn’t order and didn’t get a tray during meal time. Hungry later? She phoned down an order. When she was on a restricted diet while undergoing tests, the kitchen refused orders for forbidden foods. This was just a regular ol’ hospital, no place fancy.
I wish all hospitals worked like that. And had corn dogs on the menu.
Happy and healthy vibes heading your way, kid!
Lots of positive energy and healing thoughts going your way.
Tween you n dropzone…
<covers eyes with hands and peeks at thread between fingers>
{{{{{Beck}}}}}
Welcome to my world. And you left out no salt and no dairy. I can eat all the boiled cabbage and cauliflower I want (within reason).
Dere ain’t no hospital dat can hold you, Beck. Say da woid, and me an’ da boys will get you outta dere. 
Seriously, Beck, hope everything works out well for you. Best wishes!
Hey! The TV is okay. TCM and some other non-premium movie channel. I can even plug my headphones into the bed and hear it. Cool!
I just got back from radiology dept. I feel irradiated and glowing. I made the guy down there laugh. I asked him if afterwards could I lay in the tanning bed and work on my tan.
All the scans and xrays are done.
They said the kidney Doctor will come to do rounds kinda late. He has a busy clinic, I gather. Nurse-lady said he might order a catheter to collect all my pee overnight. Ugh. Hate those things. I’m gonna try to talk him outta that. I can collect my pee in one of those jug things.
They brought me a snack. A banana, a pitiful cookie and a strawberry flavored protein shake. Vile!
My Sonic unsweet tea is gone. DIL is coming later. I told her get me a big ol’ tea on the way.
All in all, I feel pretty good. No pukey. Which is good.
Oh, dropzone, I heard a man cussing and yelling down one of the halls coming back from radiology. The nurse pushing me said that guy’s been yelling for weeks. They’ve moved him as far away as they can from other patients. So tell your yelling neighbor to start cursing as well as yelling. She’ll get put on a hall by herself.
Different states and different beds. :smack: However…
Well, crap.
Gotta get a catheterization.
I feel like after meal service they’ll come do it.
Kidney Doctor had nothing to report yet.
He looked at my PICC line and detetmined I’ll be getting a new set up before I leave here.
He told me to quit being a problem.
I batted my eyelashes and told him I had no idea what he was talking about. He was smiling when he said it.
I may have gone too far advocating for myself. Oops.
Hope you feel better soon Beck.
Drink plenty of liquids and get home to the kitty overlord’s.
You’re a bad, bad, bad man!
You uncorrugated old man!
You know what I meant