I've been trying to decide weather or not to actually post about my three weeks of fun. At first I thought no. Then yes. Then no again. Then I thought maybe just the highlights. But that wouldn't really work either as so much was happening.
In the end I've decided to just post it. it is a part of my life. A big part. Especially at the moment. I also figure there may be people who might read it and think "It's not just me!" or "Oh yeah. If I had a dollar for every time that happened." then that wouldn't be a bad thing in any way.
The next thing I had to decide was how to go about it.
Did I want to do a regular long post? Maybe a bullet post? I went with what you see below.
This will also be divided up into a few posts.
This way it will be manageable and whoever doesn't like medical talk (and who doesn't?) can skip or just wait for the end.
December 14th I go to the ER. They do their stuff and 13 1/2 hours later I go to a room.
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I am there 3 days and the fluid is leaving my lungs. However I can't breathe. We decide to finally try some breathing treatments. They have to help or it's vent time.
They help. Thank God! I can breathe once again.
The doctors now think that a PIC line would be a good idea.
"I can't have a PIC line. I've had to many surgeries on my arms." I say.
"Yes you can." They answer.
"No. I can't. " I say.
"Yes. You can." They say.
"Nooo. I can't." I say.
"Dr. K said you can." They answer.
""Alrighty. I'll give it a go." I say.
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The next day they take me down dark and early for the PIC line.
They won't do it.
Apparently I've had to many surgeries on my arms.
I know I've just heard that recently. Hmmm? Who could have said that I wonder?
I get a simple central line.
Oddly, when he is finishing up and I'm almost back to sleep, there is a wave of discomfort starting in my side that quickly builds to the second worse pain I've ever felt. Yes, it was even worse than the biopsy. At least that ended. This didn't stop.
It felt like a giant stabbed me and than sat on me.
We do a CAT scan and x-ray to check for blood clots. All is clear.
Eventually they decide I must have wretched a muscle when they put the line in.
I wouldn't have mentioned the last part, but it may be important info for later.
I spend the rest of the day in a pain killer daze, sleeping and eating and sleeping some more.
It's the most sleep I've had in the last week and a half and the will have for another two weeks.
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It's now the first Saturday in the hospital. I feel like death on a stick. The only good things at this point are pain killers and no blood sticks. That's done through the line.
Mom and my cousin come to visit.
Mom walks in, comes over to the bed and says,
"Okay. No one died"
This can't be good. Despite that disclaimer.
She hands me an envelope.
The landlord sold the building. We have until Jan 31st to find a new home.
Well Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to Us!
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