Hoping you feel better soon.
There’s the rub. I feel good. I’ve had IV antibiotics for the 2 previous weeks. I heard coughing in the hallway. Then a person brought my dinner* tray in. I bet she was coughing. I’ll be sick before I leave. Almost a guarantee.
I wanna go home. Miss my pets.
*A slice of hamlike product. A salad (kinda). Corn. Corn bread. Jello (can’t eat that).
(P.S. the catheter insertion wasn’t too bad)
Sitting in the shade of the corndog tree with the meezers napping cross your knees. Watching the deer nibble the garden crops as Big Wreck, off in the distance, at the hogs, fires off shots.
Ahhh! Home sweet Home!!
Good luck, Beck, hospitals are horrible places for trying to manage chronic illnesses in. My daughter has CFR diabetes and when she’s in for a CF tuneup, they assume they know how to treat her DM better than she dos but they always mess it up horribly, treating her like a type II, not understanding that she counts carbs, never getting her insulin to her when her meals are hot, OMG it’s horrible. She smuggles in a secret stash of glucose tabs, her own meter and lancets, and her own insulin to keep herself under some kind of control. And don’t get me started on how they mess up her pancreatic enzyme regimen or her sinus flushes. A nightmare, yet the hospitalization is necessary. And that’s how people with good insurance and knowledge about their diseases get treated. Ugh. and hugs.
hugs the Beck
Have they yet given you an idea of how long you might be in the hospital?
Make friends with the nurse who distributes the meds.
In 2015, I had prolapse correction surgery. I won’t go into detail (hint: I had a lawyer) except to say it was "everything from the bellybutton down. Ow.
The day after the surgery, I got a special visit from the dietitian. She was SO excited! I had “Diabetic” all over all my records, and she just HAD to tell me about the wonderful dressings and sauces and puddings and even cookies!
I put my hand up to stop her. “I can’t eat artificial sweeteners. Of any kind. I get migraines from them.”
She looked like I just killed her puppy. “But…but…”
“Just give me the regular stuff, but less of it.”
“I can’t do that!”
I put in my menu request, and she stuck her head in the door of my room and said, “You need more carbs!”
Good luck, Beck! Maybe we can send you a “CARE” package?
~VOW
Not sure how long I’ll be incarcerated. I’ll never sleep here. That’s for sure. The noise here is deafening.
And…I miss my cats:(
Sleep? In a hospital?
Bwahahahahahahaha!
~VOW
Get well soon Beck. Hospitals are no fun.
DIL came earlier. She brought me unsweet tea and some protein bars. I didn’t think I’d get a late snack. But they brought me a tasteless apple and grapefruit juice. Couldn’t even. Really!? Do they not understand diabetics at all?
Thanks everyone for well wishes.
I’ll get through this.
When they admit me, they don’t like it.
I can’t sleep in the beds.
The food makes prison food look good.
There is a screaming match when they want too check my sugar–I bring my own meter, and if they don’t like it, they are told to get out.
Best one was when they told me I would have to stay in three more days, because the dialysis center had a flood. I told them I was leaving in 15 minutes. It was January, and nobody had bothered to turn the room’s heat on.
They were chasing me down the hall with the discharge paperwork.
Another great one was “Sir, you need to stay…” “No, my mother is on her deathbed, get out of my way…”
They can either work with me, or step aside, I don’t care which, but it is a binomial solution set.
Grapefruit juice???
Do you take a statin drug? (for cholesterol)
~VOW
I got one for you. Went to the bathroom. When I came out the sheets were off the bed and they were preparing to mop the floor with some really stinky stuff. They were shocked, someone was in there. I’m in my cute (really cute!!) penguin sleep shirt. Toting a pee bag. (Not too cute) and fuzzy socks. They thought the room was unoccupied. Ummm!? No. “But, I will leave if you want me to. Lemme grab my stuff.” :smack:
I pressed the call button and a nurse cleared them out, remade my bed. Communication is not happening, some how.
No statin. I wouldn’t drink that juice anyway.
I am fervently hoping they spring you tomorrow. You’ll get better care from Doctors Cat and Cat.
Skip their food entirely and have Mr. Wrekk or DIL bring in corn dogs and whatever else you can safely eat.
And I think DorkVader’s come up with the title for your memoirs: Under the Corn Dog Tree.
Hope you somehow manage to sleep.
I wonder if this hospital has a large pediatric department.
At my old hospital, “regular diet” was the same things they were serving in the cafeteria. There was one floor that had a slight tendency to send filled-out menus to the pharmacy instead of Food & Nutrition.
I’m so writing my memoirs. 
No such thing. Give 'em hell, Becks!
Hang in there.
It’s gotten quieter. I heard a baby crying off in the distance. And someones phone keeps chirping ‘hello, Moto’. My neighbor I presume. I heard alot of talking earlier. He had a room full of visitors. Nothing good on TV. I’m leaving it on anyway. I personally enjoyed the ‘Our Hospital is your Hospital’. A little history and introduction to staff. So, so informative.
I didn’t see the 2 orderlies who tried to kick me out. Nope, they weren’t featured in the film. At all.
My breakfast sheet came. Big red letters ‘diabetic’ and ‘fasting’, I have a feeling I’ll not be getting any breakfast. If Nurse Lucy (unreal how red her hair is) comes back in I’m asking if that’s what that means. I don’t do fasting since I like living.