It seems that I have been slacking off in my blogging duties lately. Between a host of medical issues and traveling across the country, I haven’t set aside any time to write anything.
I’ve actually had a pretty eventful January…and not necessarily in a good way. The story starts back on Sunday, January 9th, when I came down with what I had diagnosed at the time as the flu, complete with fever and chills and about 36 hours straight of sleeping. After starting the year with a fresh set of five sick days at work, I had already used two of them by January 11th. I went to bed Tuesday night feeling much better and ready to get back to work on Wednesday.
I was about to change my diagnosis, as I think now, looking back, that the fever was a precursor for what would ultimately land me in the hospital.
When I got up for work on Wednesday, I was greeted by a swollen right leg from toes to knee, that was a sort of neon purple. In my divine wisdom, I decided I should go to work, as I had already missed two days that week, and made an appointment to see Dr. Snow after work.
Imagine my joy when the good doctor decided that I needed to check into a room for a few days. The diagnosis was an infection in my leg. The first 24 hours was wonderful…not. Wanting to keep my blood sugar stable, I was on an insulin pump, and I had to have my finger pricked every hour through the night and into the next day.
Complicating matters was the fact that I was scheduled to leave for California on Sunday for some training for my job. We needed to get me healthy and on the road.
It was like old home week for me. I got to hang with many of my nurse friends from previous stays. They provided their typical top-notch care and I racked up my typical amount of sleep. None. There is something about those beds…they are evil.
I have a history with my buddies at the hospital, where their names could show up in, at one time, a newspaper column, and now, a blog or a Facebook post. I have the advantage of saying anything I wish and their hands are tied for defending themselves due to the HIPAA privacy laws…right Charis? Unfortunately, they are all so good to me that it would be kind of thankless of me to taunt them. I hate having a conscience.
Whatever…the nice part is that they have to be nice to me. It is part of the job. I have no idea if they go to the break room and warn everyone that “he is back!.”
I’m probably a little more work than your average patient. I have to have my laptop, which requires a table and an electrical outlet, as well as my cell phone, which requires an occasional electrical outlet, and then of course a fan, which requires a chair and yet another electrical outlet. Fortunately there were still two outlets for my antibiotic drip and the insulin drip.
I will be the first to admit I am addicted to being connected at all times to the internet. Email, news stories, Facebook, opinion columns…it could be a full-time job if I so desired. When I’m not connected through my laptop, I am connected through my smart phone. During a nasty hospital stay in which I can’t sleep, it comes in handy. When I ran out of online newspapers, I had a stack of DVDs with which I occupied my time.
Whatever you may have heard, I have never asked for anyone to stand at my bedside and pluck grapes to drop in my mouth.
With a bit of begging and a few promises, I was able to be dismissed in time to head to California. On Saturday, I was able to talk a reluctant LuAnn into letting me check out so I could go home and get some actual sleep. I had to promise to come back every six hours through Sunday morning to get another bag of antibiotics. I slept like a rock in the comfort of my home.
After a week of being derailed with health issues, I had a few fires to put out at home before I could embark on my trip, and didn’t get out of town until after lunch, not a good start to my 1800-mile drive.
Next week, I’ll let you know how that went.
take care of yourself!
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