So they are letting me go home shortly. I am guessing that I should be home by 11am, my time. The dr shoved that contraption up my nose and into my throat again and confirmed that it is that langular tonsillitis that he thought it was. Which he was telling me that he only ever sees a couple times a year. Ah,, yes my damn luck I have to get something that isn't "normal". There is still a lot of swelling so I will be on soft foods for awhile and because of my meds will have to be careful as the antibiotic they are using is the same one that caused c- deficile last year and because it happens before there is a better chance of it happening again. And again, I say OF COURSE, ITS ME!!
But at least I will be at home and may get some rest. The staff here have been wonderful but I have never been in such a loud hospital. The noise around here is crazy, even at night, it is like the bloody night staff is having a party, laughing and carrying on all night, just crazy. It will be nice to go home to quiet. I never thought I would refer to my house as QUIET but after this, it will be welcome.
Talk to you all soon.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Contact
Well, I'm still here for now. The dr will be back again in the morning to check on me again. I do have a phone in here so if you do want to get a hold off me my number at the Resort is 705-739-5666 ext 33868.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
The Days of My Life
So yes, I know. It has been an extremely long time since posted...are you that surprised. So to make the unwritten months pass quickly...I may come back to it later (ok, EVEN later) in pics from events that have happened over the last few months like when my mommy and daddy were here which is ALWAYS tonnes of help for me and especially after the long winter with newly recognized fibromyalgia and cervical spondylosis. Even though the cruel signs and symptoms were easing up due to the nicer weather kicking back in. But enough about my OLD medical news, lets talk about the NEWEST of the NEW!!
Usually I am sitting at my computer desk typing away, yelling at the kids to do something and the dogs to STOP doing something. But not this time. I am at a Women's Only Health Resort lying on my bed in the warm heat with the occasional sounds of the wild in the distance......OR DON'T I WISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! REALLY, I am in the women's wing of the hospital. The heat....thats the cross between the stagnant air up here on the 4th floor and my fever which is at lease down from where it was the other day. The calls of the wild are pretty close but those would be the medical codes that get blared over the PA system all the time. Oh and on a side note last night my bedroom was a CORNER OR A FREAKING HALLWAY.
Lets back up a few days. Sat morning I woke up with a sore throat. I thought that maybe I had just slept with my mouth open all night and my throat got all dry and scratchy, wouldn't be the first time. But would I have that kind of....oh, wait a sec......
Ok, I'm back. My I.V. wasn't cooperating so they had to start a new one on the other arm in a different location.
So, back to the answer......NO WAY IN HELL, I MEAN COME ON PEOPLE THIS IS ME WE ARE TALKING ABOUT!!!!!!!
So anyways by Sunday afternoon I'm a ball of pain on the couch. Sore throat, sore ears, sensitive to light and sound. Can't swallow so that kinda makes it pretty much impossible to take most of the other meds I'm already on. So we call up my girlfriend Nat's kids and have one of them come over to watch the kids and we head off to a hospital we have never been to, only have seen signs on the highway when we went to see Randy Travis!! Another story. But thanks to my hubby's amazing topographical skills (and all the big "H" signs along the way) we got there. Waited our turn which surprisingly didn't take 6 hours. And it wasn't just a bed in a row of bed either, it was a separate examine room. BONUS, we COULD control the lights and the noise level. SWEET. So two swabs get done, 1 a rapid strep test and one the typical strep test that goes to the lab and takes longer. 1/2 hr later the rapid is done and surprise, surprise it was positive. Here is a percacet and a shot of torodol in your ass a prescription and have a good night, we were home by 830pm. And I was feeling pretty good. Or I should say I was feeling no pain anyways. But what came out to James in the livingroom was "Hehehe...I'm stoned....hehehe". And then the next thing I know I m asleep on the couch.
Monday morning, pain is back n FULL force. James is duty driver today so I have to take Haylei to daycare. So I get her there, change her shoes and am cautious to not touch anything. Make her carry what she needs with her to her classroom and do NOT go into it and get the heck out of there. Thats the LAST thing I want to hear is I caused 20 (and that is only her classroom, there are 2 others) to all get strep. NO THANK YOU!
Finally get to work. And for those that don't know, I only went there because I work at the Base hospital. Do what I gotta do and wait my turn, sorta. I looked so bad that half the staff didn't recognize me. When one did was taken to the back treatment room, only 1 number away from my real turn anyways. Yes, staff perks are a lovely thing when you need them at a place like that but it helps that I know how busy the are Monday mornings and got there as early as I could. My doc there was all sorts of wonderful that she always is, 2 days off now go fill that script!
Script did NOTHING!!!!! I found the only things that would help me was covering my head in ice packs in the dark and as quiet as possible. Which would me couch by day because spending too much time in my bed means that I have a terrible time trying to walk as it is, and come 330pm I'ld have to go up stairs cuz the heard would be arriving shortly. But by early Tuesday afternoon NOTHING was helping, even the clicking of the dogs claws on the hard wood would drive me through the roof. The ice packs would be warm to the touch in no time. By the time James came home from work Tuesday it was about 5pm. I had him call my friend to come over who happens to be a medic and she was there within 10 minutes and we were out the door to the ER again within another 10. This time she took me and James stayed home. Again we got in pretty quick.
As we waited one of the nurses stations was literally at the foot of my bed. At one point she had two nurse friends standing around chatting with her, and had commented to other friends or patients that they were "just chatting." I eventually pulled my curtain back and told them that "My head is about to split open and all I can hear is you three ringing in my head!" Politely, of course.... The response from one girl was "We do have to do a report." so I said, "Fine, then do your report and stop chatting about chatting" and closed my curtain. It got pretty quiet after that. Believe it or not, I still got treated fairly quick, LOL!! And yes, once the drugs kicked in I did apologise but she told me that I was excused seeing how I was in pain and they were "just chatting, for the most part." IV's were started because at the point a sip of water was NOT going to happen, I was spitting out my spit just so I didn't have to swallow that. The shot of morphine that went into my IV, that was heaven. Felt really strange and made my throat feel warm almost instantly but in a good way. I actually looked at the nurse and my friend, grabbed a hold of the bed and said, "WOW". They both giggled and explained that it was normal. All the IV's were in and I was back to functioning better and even carrying on conversations. Not stoned this time, but still feeling better.
Eventually a dr came by and we talked, then I was taken without my friend to another room, no one said why but I figured it out when the dr started doing his "thing". Which was sticking this long plastic light/camera thing up my nose and down into my throat. NOT comfortable to say the least. Apparently when you aren't in agonizing pain it just feels weired, THIS was BEYOND "weird".. He was trying to see what exactly was going on in there. He was telling me that there is an infection that can occur in there that can actually cause death in adults if misdiagnosed or untreated. Swell, but at least he knew what he was looking for and NO I don't have it. What I do have he says is the strep AND tonsillitis. But here is the kicker folks.....I DON'T HAVE MY TONSILS!!!!! I had them removed when I was 14 because I used to have trouble with them ALL THE TIME. I should clarify cuz I made him clarify for me. I don't have the tonsils that everyone thinks about when they hear the word but apparently there are actually 3 or 4 different kinds of tonsils, who knew? The ones that are all pissed right now are the langular (sp??) tonsils which is actually on the bottom back of your tongue. Now you KNOW those puppies are pissed off if you can actually see them all red and swollen and white where you would normally see the usual ones.
So I go back to my bed in the ER and ask the nurse if my throat feels good enough to drink do I need to stick around and use up more IV fluids if I could just drink the same amount? At this point it was 10pm already and my friends still had to drive a good 1/2 home and she had to work the next day. The nurse said she would ask the doc and come back. When she did she said that they were going to keep me for a few days because my blood work just came back and my white cells were severely elevated, the infection I have got too bad too fast that the course of at home antibiotics wouldn't even touch it, and they weren't.
So needless to say my friend went home and I hunkered down for a long winters nap. OK, no I didn't I laid in ER while they waited for a room for me to open up. Now how does a bed in a hospital open up at 1030 at night? I can only think of one way...and would I really want to go into that room? But they did some re-arranging and told me I was moving to a room around 2am this morning. My "room" was the CORNER OF THE FREAKING HALLWAY!!! Phone Camera pics to follow. Ya thanks, non-stop traffic (who knew there was so much going on at all hours of the night?) and where I could NOT turn off the light. Nevermind the fact that if I had to go to the bathroom I had to take all of my belongings AND my IV with me down the hall to the public bathroom because I was not going to leave it there in the hallway as I went for my "stroll." Oh, and to top it all off when I finally did pass out due to sheer exhaustion it was about 5am this morning just to wake up at 7am because about 10 feet away from my "room" is where they held some physio and taught people how to use crutches and canes on a set of stairs that lead....NOWHERE. Speaking of strolls, I head off for one today around lunchtime, come back and my bed? Gone! OK, now I'm getting pissed and march with all my crap to the nurses station but at least this time I could forgive them because I actually got a REAL room, with a window and all. You can't open that window but it is there.
So, of course by now I am thinking that today can NOT get any worse. WRONG. My neighbor in my semi private room (yes a bonus) just got out of knee surgery today and is a really nice lady but she can't move a finger without her bed creaking up a storm! My IV decides that it doesn't want to play and has spent a good chunk of the day yelling at me (hence the moving of it earlier.) Both not too bad, our right. James and the kids stop by about 530pm for a 1 hour visit....and don't leave until around 10, I think.
Here is the WORSE part, shortly after he gets here he informs me that when he picked up Haylei from Daycare the told him that she has a temp of 102 and is complaining of a sore throat. JUST FREAKING LOVELY!!! But because he left her OHIP card at home he can't take her downstairs to the ER. So he heads back home and the kids hang out here with me and we go for a walk and watch some TV. Now if you know Haylei she would be a junk food junkie if we let her. She is whining about chips, juice and a piece of chocolate hurting her throat when she goes to swallow, and the same with apple juice and an apple too. NOT our Haylei. So James gets back and he takes her through the ER game. The rapid strep is saying that isn't positive so now we are waiting for the lab results. The guy downstairs says that there doesn't look like there is anything wrong with her throat she "just has big tonsils" I have NEVER seen her tonsils this big, nevermind the slight whitish color that even I could see. I wish I would have stayed down there but I was due for my meds so I had to get back to my room. AND she just ended her second bottle of anti-freakin-biotics yesterday for her cough that we have been fighting since April!! The guy downstairs told James that the only reason that he will re-fill the last prescription of antibiotic is because I am already admitted upstairs for my tonsil issues. No more tests for anything else. NOTHING. Its like he just gave James something to make him happy and get him out of there. SO NOT A HAPPY MOMMA BEAR RIGHT NOW. May have been a good thing for that idiot that I had to leave. Needless to say James will be making an appt with her doc tomorrow. Something is going on and I'm sick of her NOT being healthy lately
we WILL be getting to the bottom of it an not only by throwing meds down her to cover it up.
Its 2am Thursday morning and I don't know if I am going home after I see the doc later on this morning or not. So before this state of the art computer that I am working on on my bed at this Gorgeous, Relaxing Women's Only Health Resort that has a lovely little quirk of doubling almost every vowel all on its own gets ripped off the bloddy wall and hurled out the window I am going to shut 'er down and try to get in some sleep, even with that noisy bed beside me. I''ll fill you all in on how it all unfolds in the next installment of "The Days of MY Life."
Usually I am sitting at my computer desk typing away, yelling at the kids to do something and the dogs to STOP doing something. But not this time. I am at a Women's Only Health Resort lying on my bed in the warm heat with the occasional sounds of the wild in the distance......OR DON'T I WISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! REALLY, I am in the women's wing of the hospital. The heat....thats the cross between the stagnant air up here on the 4th floor and my fever which is at lease down from where it was the other day. The calls of the wild are pretty close but those would be the medical codes that get blared over the PA system all the time. Oh and on a side note last night my bedroom was a CORNER OR A FREAKING HALLWAY.
Lets back up a few days. Sat morning I woke up with a sore throat. I thought that maybe I had just slept with my mouth open all night and my throat got all dry and scratchy, wouldn't be the first time. But would I have that kind of....oh, wait a sec......
Ok, I'm back. My I.V. wasn't cooperating so they had to start a new one on the other arm in a different location.
So, back to the answer......NO WAY IN HELL, I MEAN COME ON PEOPLE THIS IS ME WE ARE TALKING ABOUT!!!!!!!
So anyways by Sunday afternoon I'm a ball of pain on the couch. Sore throat, sore ears, sensitive to light and sound. Can't swallow so that kinda makes it pretty much impossible to take most of the other meds I'm already on. So we call up my girlfriend Nat's kids and have one of them come over to watch the kids and we head off to a hospital we have never been to, only have seen signs on the highway when we went to see Randy Travis!! Another story. But thanks to my hubby's amazing topographical skills (and all the big "H" signs along the way) we got there. Waited our turn which surprisingly didn't take 6 hours. And it wasn't just a bed in a row of bed either, it was a separate examine room. BONUS, we COULD control the lights and the noise level. SWEET. So two swabs get done, 1 a rapid strep test and one the typical strep test that goes to the lab and takes longer. 1/2 hr later the rapid is done and surprise, surprise it was positive. Here is a percacet and a shot of torodol in your ass a prescription and have a good night, we were home by 830pm. And I was feeling pretty good. Or I should say I was feeling no pain anyways. But what came out to James in the livingroom was "Hehehe...I'm stoned....hehehe". And then the next thing I know I m asleep on the couch.
Monday morning, pain is back n FULL force. James is duty driver today so I have to take Haylei to daycare. So I get her there, change her shoes and am cautious to not touch anything. Make her carry what she needs with her to her classroom and do NOT go into it and get the heck out of there. Thats the LAST thing I want to hear is I caused 20 (and that is only her classroom, there are 2 others) to all get strep. NO THANK YOU!
Finally get to work. And for those that don't know, I only went there because I work at the Base hospital. Do what I gotta do and wait my turn, sorta. I looked so bad that half the staff didn't recognize me. When one did was taken to the back treatment room, only 1 number away from my real turn anyways. Yes, staff perks are a lovely thing when you need them at a place like that but it helps that I know how busy the are Monday mornings and got there as early as I could. My doc there was all sorts of wonderful that she always is, 2 days off now go fill that script!
Script did NOTHING!!!!! I found the only things that would help me was covering my head in ice packs in the dark and as quiet as possible. Which would me couch by day because spending too much time in my bed means that I have a terrible time trying to walk as it is, and come 330pm I'ld have to go up stairs cuz the heard would be arriving shortly. But by early Tuesday afternoon NOTHING was helping, even the clicking of the dogs claws on the hard wood would drive me through the roof. The ice packs would be warm to the touch in no time. By the time James came home from work Tuesday it was about 5pm. I had him call my friend to come over who happens to be a medic and she was there within 10 minutes and we were out the door to the ER again within another 10. This time she took me and James stayed home. Again we got in pretty quick.
As we waited one of the nurses stations was literally at the foot of my bed. At one point she had two nurse friends standing around chatting with her, and had commented to other friends or patients that they were "just chatting." I eventually pulled my curtain back and told them that "My head is about to split open and all I can hear is you three ringing in my head!" Politely, of course.... The response from one girl was "We do have to do a report." so I said, "Fine, then do your report and stop chatting about chatting" and closed my curtain. It got pretty quiet after that. Believe it or not, I still got treated fairly quick, LOL!! And yes, once the drugs kicked in I did apologise but she told me that I was excused seeing how I was in pain and they were "just chatting, for the most part." IV's were started because at the point a sip of water was NOT going to happen, I was spitting out my spit just so I didn't have to swallow that. The shot of morphine that went into my IV, that was heaven. Felt really strange and made my throat feel warm almost instantly but in a good way. I actually looked at the nurse and my friend, grabbed a hold of the bed and said, "WOW". They both giggled and explained that it was normal. All the IV's were in and I was back to functioning better and even carrying on conversations. Not stoned this time, but still feeling better.
Eventually a dr came by and we talked, then I was taken without my friend to another room, no one said why but I figured it out when the dr started doing his "thing". Which was sticking this long plastic light/camera thing up my nose and down into my throat. NOT comfortable to say the least. Apparently when you aren't in agonizing pain it just feels weired, THIS was BEYOND "weird".. He was trying to see what exactly was going on in there. He was telling me that there is an infection that can occur in there that can actually cause death in adults if misdiagnosed or untreated. Swell, but at least he knew what he was looking for and NO I don't have it. What I do have he says is the strep AND tonsillitis. But here is the kicker folks.....I DON'T HAVE MY TONSILS!!!!! I had them removed when I was 14 because I used to have trouble with them ALL THE TIME. I should clarify cuz I made him clarify for me. I don't have the tonsils that everyone thinks about when they hear the word but apparently there are actually 3 or 4 different kinds of tonsils, who knew? The ones that are all pissed right now are the langular (sp??) tonsils which is actually on the bottom back of your tongue. Now you KNOW those puppies are pissed off if you can actually see them all red and swollen and white where you would normally see the usual ones.
So I go back to my bed in the ER and ask the nurse if my throat feels good enough to drink do I need to stick around and use up more IV fluids if I could just drink the same amount? At this point it was 10pm already and my friends still had to drive a good 1/2 home and she had to work the next day. The nurse said she would ask the doc and come back. When she did she said that they were going to keep me for a few days because my blood work just came back and my white cells were severely elevated, the infection I have got too bad too fast that the course of at home antibiotics wouldn't even touch it, and they weren't.
So needless to say my friend went home and I hunkered down for a long winters nap. OK, no I didn't I laid in ER while they waited for a room for me to open up. Now how does a bed in a hospital open up at 1030 at night? I can only think of one way...and would I really want to go into that room? But they did some re-arranging and told me I was moving to a room around 2am this morning. My "room" was the CORNER OF THE FREAKING HALLWAY!!! Phone Camera pics to follow. Ya thanks, non-stop traffic (who knew there was so much going on at all hours of the night?) and where I could NOT turn off the light. Nevermind the fact that if I had to go to the bathroom I had to take all of my belongings AND my IV with me down the hall to the public bathroom because I was not going to leave it there in the hallway as I went for my "stroll." Oh, and to top it all off when I finally did pass out due to sheer exhaustion it was about 5am this morning just to wake up at 7am because about 10 feet away from my "room" is where they held some physio and taught people how to use crutches and canes on a set of stairs that lead....NOWHERE. Speaking of strolls, I head off for one today around lunchtime, come back and my bed? Gone! OK, now I'm getting pissed and march with all my crap to the nurses station but at least this time I could forgive them because I actually got a REAL room, with a window and all. You can't open that window but it is there.
So, of course by now I am thinking that today can NOT get any worse. WRONG. My neighbor in my semi private room (yes a bonus) just got out of knee surgery today and is a really nice lady but she can't move a finger without her bed creaking up a storm! My IV decides that it doesn't want to play and has spent a good chunk of the day yelling at me (hence the moving of it earlier.) Both not too bad, our right. James and the kids stop by about 530pm for a 1 hour visit....and don't leave until around 10, I think.
Here is the WORSE part, shortly after he gets here he informs me that when he picked up Haylei from Daycare the told him that she has a temp of 102 and is complaining of a sore throat. JUST FREAKING LOVELY!!! But because he left her OHIP card at home he can't take her downstairs to the ER. So he heads back home and the kids hang out here with me and we go for a walk and watch some TV. Now if you know Haylei she would be a junk food junkie if we let her. She is whining about chips, juice and a piece of chocolate hurting her throat when she goes to swallow, and the same with apple juice and an apple too. NOT our Haylei. So James gets back and he takes her through the ER game. The rapid strep is saying that isn't positive so now we are waiting for the lab results. The guy downstairs says that there doesn't look like there is anything wrong with her throat she "just has big tonsils" I have NEVER seen her tonsils this big, nevermind the slight whitish color that even I could see. I wish I would have stayed down there but I was due for my meds so I had to get back to my room. AND she just ended her second bottle of anti-freakin-biotics yesterday for her cough that we have been fighting since April!! The guy downstairs told James that the only reason that he will re-fill the last prescription of antibiotic is because I am already admitted upstairs for my tonsil issues. No more tests for anything else. NOTHING. Its like he just gave James something to make him happy and get him out of there. SO NOT A HAPPY MOMMA BEAR RIGHT NOW. May have been a good thing for that idiot that I had to leave. Needless to say James will be making an appt with her doc tomorrow. Something is going on and I'm sick of her NOT being healthy lately
we WILL be getting to the bottom of it an not only by throwing meds down her to cover it up.
Its 2am Thursday morning and I don't know if I am going home after I see the doc later on this morning or not. So before this state of the art computer that I am working on on my bed at this Gorgeous, Relaxing Women's Only Health Resort that has a lovely little quirk of doubling almost every vowel all on its own gets ripped off the bloddy wall and hurled out the window I am going to shut 'er down and try to get in some sleep, even with that noisy bed beside me. I''ll fill you all in on how it all unfolds in the next installment of "The Days of MY Life."
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