Hey Soapsters!
Well, if you have kept on with what was written on Skip's, my genius guyfriend(I'm so lucky)entries, you know I was a victim of a lot of crap.
Started Sept. 28, my daughter(in-law) was taking me to get my permanent Crown put in my mouth. We stopped at a store first and I said I'd stay in the car cause I was feeling a bit ill. When she came out, I was already in "wonky-land". I don't remember much, so I will say what they said. She couldn't get me to respond,so she took me to the dentist and went in to get him....he gave me orange juice thinking it was low blood sugar,wrong..good try though. He said go to my doctor,keep in mind, my small grandkids were in the car too.
I have no memory of this part..but, Stacie is my hero.
Somehow, she got her full-sized Mom-in-law out of the car..(heard of dead weight?)into the wheelchair and got her kids and got me inside. Eventually, they called an ambulance to the local hospital. I told them I felt nauseous (never should have said THAT)they put me on an IV of stuff(no idea)that threw me into complete withdrawal of 14 years worth of pain meds and other medicines.I freaked! I was ripping the mask off, I was thrashing....they had no idea what to do but to tell me to relax??(great advice guys). Got to the hospital,I was in complete symptoms of withdrawal at a rapid rate...
I was one sick lady. My proteins were extremely low,meaning the surgery they NEEDED to do would not heal in time. I was dehydrated because I'd been barfing large quantities for years without a Doc paying heed to me. I was anemic, malnourished, and in renal failure. My blood pressure was 70/50....they couldn't calm me and I was dying..
Then I heard a sweet voice singing a Gospel tune in my ear...It was Stacie. With her prayers and her song, I calmed down for them to administer the meds needed to reverse the withdrawal symptoms... I owe her so much.
Well, the first night in the hospital, I fell going to the bathroom and split my head open...I was on the floor yelling for help and finally the nurses came in and, unbeknownst to me, was bleeding bad. They put me in a wheelchair and ran to ER(not like TV) The Doctor(if you can call him that) took out this large needle telling me that this is to dull the area so he can staple my head back (15 staples) When he stuck the needle in I yelled! The needle was going into the torn area and NOTHING deadened the shock of the needle going in 5 places. So that was my first day/night there. Nightmare on Med. Street, had begun.
Then they sent me to one place to build up my bod for surgery... It was there, with a Nurses Aid at my arm, that she let go (AGAIN going to the bathroom) as I fell and got a Swivel Fracture of the leg and ankle... I was then taken by their company to another hospital to see a bone Doctor. It was there, my jewelry was taken and never found(they didn't follow procedure and take it to Security).
I now have a post holding the main leg bone together a plate and 3 posts, to set off airport alarms forever.(how fun)
They took me to yet another care unit to give me therapy for the leg. The food was bad, the aids ignored call lights, heck I was waiting for 45 mins for a bedpan and was in tears...then I was told they couldn't find one! WHAT!!?? HOW DO YOU RUN OUT OF THEM??....Well after finding one, they left me for an hour(can you imagine how uncomfortable they are?) Then there was the Aid that had Impetigo and gave THAT to me putting me in isolation... try to get help then!
The rest is on mysoapboard.com... Thanks to Skip for keeping you all up on my 2 1/2 months of Hell. I'm home now, still barfing (no gallbladder surgery yet) and I'm in no hurry to go to a hospital again... I'm wearing a 20lb Black boot from knee to toes for the next several months with help because I can't get the Boot on myself, Stacie or my Son come over at 7am everyday to put it on and see if I need anything. They clean my house for me too. But the Care Unit dealt with the leg, but forgot the sickness, and today, it might appear that the Impetigo has returned....they sent me home still ill... (they really ARE PRACTICING Physicians!)
One of these days, I'll get to the dentist to get that Crown put in...
What was it Dirty Harry said? "Feeling lucky?"...
