....Yawn! Oh all right if you insist, here’s the
next episode...
Episode 28
– November 27 – Once my gout flare was under control I went to sleep
quickly and slept soundly until 5:30. I did my first exercise set and then
zonked out again for two more hours. When I awoke again at 7:30 my range of
motion in my left ankle was the best it had been in a couple of weeks.
Layla was my day nurse again and she started the
day right by checking my glucose level and scoring another 5.6.
Dr. Haaf came in just after breakfast and he to me
my indocid for my gout was now listed on my chart as “As patient requires” so
there will be no more problems if I have another flare up. We also discussed my
physio treatments and he is going to discuss it with the surgeon about possibly
moving the schedule up a few days.
Layla recruited Amy and Angie to help with my
transfer into my wheelchair.
No sooner had I been seated, Dad and Betty walked
in the door. Betty then reached into her purse and pulled out a McDonald’s
milkshake. I thanked her and told her “I shouldn’t really be having this”. Her
reply was that “Does that mean you don’t want a burger and fries” Me “not
really” Her “Great because I’m starved” And she reached back into the purse and
started munching on some French fries. Dad brought me some mandarin oranges and
a couple of issues of Liverpool FC magazine. Add another thing to do for Dad;
attend an LFC game at Anfield. We then swapped hospital war stories. They left
just before lunch.
The only bad thing about lunch today was that
everyone else in the room had two or three visitors so it got extremely noisy
so I cranked up Ann and Nancy Wilson and tuned everything else out.
When they lifted me back in bed, they decided to
weigh me first. There is built in scale on the bed so process involves zeroing
the scale before I’m in the bed and then making sure that I’m completely back
in bed and not supported at all by the sling. Amy read out the first reading
and I commented that it couldn’t be right so we tried again and I made sure the
hoist got me well off the bed. This reading was four kilos heavier but I still
insisted it was way off and recommended that they not record it the chart. If
it was a true reading it would have lost 45 kilos in a little over a week. I
wish!!
Okay, it’s bitch time, first off, people should
not bring young children to visit in the hospitals. I’m sure this place could
be quite frightening for the child and it can be very irritating for other
patients. If you must just bring them once to say “Hi Grandma, I hope you get
better soon” and take outside and chain them to the bike rack outside the
Admitting door. Although, I did notice that kids can also be used as an escape
clause; “I’d love to stay longer, Ma, but as you can see Cindy is getting
restless and it’s past her bedtime already.” The other good escape clause is
bring in your parking stub and occasionally subtlety but noticeably check your
watch.
For the second gripe of the day, I blame myself
and Leslie. Today, I posted a picture of Harvey Milk’s bust in the San
Francisco City Hall and Leslie posted a photo of the Golden Gate Bridge. Now, I
have the “I want to go back to San Francisco” bug. I’m itching for a road trip
and Benadryl is not going to cure it.
The physios came back in today and told me Dana
had convinced Dr. McConkey to change the order again to move my rehab forward a
couple of days so I will begin getting 60° of range of motion starting
Thursday. They did the 30° treatment and my knees felt great.
After my therapy, I decided to kick back and read
a little. No sooner had got in a laid out position, I received another surprise
visitor, Ed, one of my coworkers. He was on his way home from a job in West Van
and decided to drop him. He caught me up on all the gossip and rumours at the
PNE. It reminded me that as much as I miss everyone but I don’t miss the
bullshit. Sadly, this situation is not unique in any work place but common in
most.
It was time to be the demonstration dummy again.
Layla brought another Vancouver Community College student, Jane, by a showed her the remains of my
fracture blisters and replaced my dressings. The blisters are no longer cool
because they are deep in the healing process and just look like large purple
patches with a little loose skin on top.
I actually got something out of the ordinary for
dinner, ham. Even the kitchen here couldn’t manage to screw up ham. The fun
part about dinner was the vegetable, peas. I happen to like peas but they have
to be one of the most things to eat in even under ideal conditions at a proper
dinner table let alone having to reach up and out on an overbed table. The damn
things are like little green ball bearings.
Felly was the night nurse so she loaded me up with
Benadryl, Indocid for my ankle and that special little blue one. Rachel Maddow
read me another bed time story and I was off to Never Never Land.
To be continued...
All I have to say is that Nurses ( all of them ) and all other people on a gurney ( all of them ) need to be congratulated for not strangling others during the night.
ReplyDelete:)
About your comment on children in hospitals. I think the only reasonable place for them is in the Maternity ward. No one's getting any sleep in there anyway. I think I only had about an hour or two where there wasn't a baby crying lol.
ReplyDeleteSounds like your usual "laugh at all" has been slowly going.
ReplyDeleteI hope things start to look up again real soon, perhaps when the physio starts showing signs of an escape from that prison.
I hope you have great plans to enjoy the Christmas season with all your family and friends.