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I got up and took a walk around the corridors, dragging my IV, but that's kind of a pain because the stupid thing spins around and winds up. Still, I slept - on and off, because it IS a hospital - for 12 hours or so. They keep asking me if I want anything for nausea, and next time they ask I may take them up on it.
So, here's the story. I have had, since 2011, a cranky gut. I have had colonoscopies and such, and had decided that taking lots of fiber seemed to help, but gotten no specific guidance from the testing. Sunday night I had sudden onset of severe abdominal pain, and chills which went to a low fever. Monday morning Eor touched my stomach and that hurt, so I called Urgent Care as soon as they opened.
ETA...
So, I wrote a LOT and then I lost it all when the nurses came in to take vitals. Maybe I can do the short story version, rather than the novel.
Driving was a challenge, I was on the verge of falling asleep all the way. They had told me how to pull in to the COVID screening station, then around to the parking spot, and phone that I was there, then wait until they called me back. And I put the call in, then promptly fell asleep. The phone woke me twenty minutes later. I was escorted to a treatment room, where I promptly fell asleep. This does not happen to me. I don't sleep at the drop of a hat.
They did urine and blood tests, then sent me down the road to the CAT scan machine. I fell asleep in the waiting room. So I got a coffee to get home with, which made my stomach hurt like heck.
Shortly after arriving home I had a call from the doctor at urgent care, who said she was calling in an antibiotic for me. Then she called back and said that on a second look at the scan they had noticed air bubbles outside my intestines, "Microperforations".
Matt told me to grab my overnight bag and mouthguard (and yet I forgot the mouthguard). I added my journal, and a new writing pad a co-worker gave me. Ha ha. No writing happening with an IV in my inner elbow. Damned bag weighs a ton.
So, here I am. With a roommate who hadn't shit for 6 days before I arrived, so has requested the commode 3 times. A good incentive to take a walk!
So, here's the story. I have had, since 2011, a cranky gut. I have had colonoscopies and such, and had decided that taking lots of fiber seemed to help, but gotten no specific guidance from the testing. Sunday night I had sudden onset of severe abdominal pain, and chills which went to a low fever. Monday morning Eor touched my stomach and that hurt, so I called Urgent Care as soon as they opened.
ETA...
So, I wrote a LOT and then I lost it all when the nurses came in to take vitals. Maybe I can do the short story version, rather than the novel.
Driving was a challenge, I was on the verge of falling asleep all the way. They had told me how to pull in to the COVID screening station, then around to the parking spot, and phone that I was there, then wait until they called me back. And I put the call in, then promptly fell asleep. The phone woke me twenty minutes later. I was escorted to a treatment room, where I promptly fell asleep. This does not happen to me. I don't sleep at the drop of a hat.
They did urine and blood tests, then sent me down the road to the CAT scan machine. I fell asleep in the waiting room. So I got a coffee to get home with, which made my stomach hurt like heck.
Shortly after arriving home I had a call from the doctor at urgent care, who said she was calling in an antibiotic for me. Then she called back and said that on a second look at the scan they had noticed air bubbles outside my intestines, "Microperforations".
Matt told me to grab my overnight bag and mouthguard (and yet I forgot the mouthguard). I added my journal, and a new writing pad a co-worker gave me. Ha ha. No writing happening with an IV in my inner elbow. Damned bag weighs a ton.
So, here I am. With a roommate who hadn't shit for 6 days before I arrived, so has requested the commode 3 times. A good incentive to take a walk!
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do not envy any of it, but the last
thing you need is the roommate's
problems as well as your own.
LTA
got my fingers crossed.
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