We are up to April 14 in the telling of this saga. It was a Saturday, which I would soon discover is actually a very good day to get things done in hospitals.
Having gotten exactly no sleep the night before, I was anxious to see Dr. Lungs. Luckily, he liked to stop by early and we soon had a plan for the day. I would get some morphine for the pain This was decided after I told him that all the milder pain meds wreck my stomach now. I'd also have a CT of my sinuses at some point.Then I settled in for the long day that was sure to await me. Breakfast came. It was some kind of Jello, and a meal replacement juice. Yummy.
Sometime after breakfast, the nurse came to give me some more drugs Zofran, steroids,and a teeny tiny amount of morphine, only one ML,not even enough to take the edge of. Oh well,I wouldn't have known if I hadn't tried.
About an hour after breakfast, and a half hour after the morphine, I got extremely nauseous. Worse than I could ever remember since the beginning of GP. It got so bad that I asked for a basin. I asked for my next Zofran really early, and swore off morphine.
Around ten o'clock, transport came to take me to CT.My nurse was there to help lift and she was very worried about how I was looking. She almost called to cancel the scan. I managed to pull myself together enough to convince her to let me go.One benefit of feeling so awful was that I hardly had the energy to care that I was precariously perched on a Scanner Table of Death. I just closed my eyes and focused on not throwing up. It worked and soon I was back in my room.
To distract myself from the mind numbing boredom, I called my dad and cough-talked to him while watching some house flipping show on TV. There are way to many of those shows on, I've decided. </p>
Sometime in the mid afternoon, I began experiencing sharp pain in my left leg. I pulled back the sheet to get a better look. Crap! It was swollen and red looking. Those are the hallmarks of a Deep Vein Thrombosis, or a blood clot in the leg. Think Greg House, and you'll understand why those are no fun.
Anyway,I had a visitor,so I tried to put the pain aside. I couldn't, though and eventually called for my tech,who called the nurse, who called the doctor. No one ever came back to tell me what the doctor said, so I figured that he was either totally unconcerned or had ordered more tests. Supposition two was the correct.one. About twenty minutes after I had set the train in motion, transport was back. This time I'd have an ultrasound of my legs.
The journey to get to ultrasound was an Odyssey through the bowels of the hospital, up and down hallways and elevators until we got to the brightly painted pediatric Emergency Room where the scan would be done. The scan itself consisted of the tech spreading icy gel down the length of my legs, using a transducer as she went to ferret out any hidden clots. After what seemed like forever, she was done, and. I was taken back to get my nightly meds and try not to freak out that I might have a clot.
At midnight, my nurse came in to tell me that the doctor had called to let me know that the scan was clean. Hooray for living to fight another day!
Having gotten exactly no sleep the night before, I was anxious to see Dr. Lungs. Luckily, he liked to stop by early and we soon had a plan for the day. I would get some morphine for the pain This was decided after I told him that all the milder pain meds wreck my stomach now. I'd also have a CT of my sinuses at some point.Then I settled in for the long day that was sure to await me. Breakfast came. It was some kind of Jello, and a meal replacement juice. Yummy.
Sometime after breakfast, the nurse came to give me some more drugs Zofran, steroids,and a teeny tiny amount of morphine, only one ML,not even enough to take the edge of. Oh well,I wouldn't have known if I hadn't tried.
About an hour after breakfast, and a half hour after the morphine, I got extremely nauseous. Worse than I could ever remember since the beginning of GP. It got so bad that I asked for a basin. I asked for my next Zofran really early, and swore off morphine.
Around ten o'clock, transport came to take me to CT.My nurse was there to help lift and she was very worried about how I was looking. She almost called to cancel the scan. I managed to pull myself together enough to convince her to let me go.One benefit of feeling so awful was that I hardly had the energy to care that I was precariously perched on a Scanner Table of Death. I just closed my eyes and focused on not throwing up. It worked and soon I was back in my room.
To distract myself from the mind numbing boredom, I called my dad and cough-talked to him while watching some house flipping show on TV. There are way to many of those shows on, I've decided. </p>
Sometime in the mid afternoon, I began experiencing sharp pain in my left leg. I pulled back the sheet to get a better look. Crap! It was swollen and red looking. Those are the hallmarks of a Deep Vein Thrombosis, or a blood clot in the leg. Think Greg House, and you'll understand why those are no fun.
Anyway,I had a visitor,so I tried to put the pain aside. I couldn't, though and eventually called for my tech,who called the nurse, who called the doctor. No one ever came back to tell me what the doctor said, so I figured that he was either totally unconcerned or had ordered more tests. Supposition two was the correct.one. About twenty minutes after I had set the train in motion, transport was back. This time I'd have an ultrasound of my legs.
The journey to get to ultrasound was an Odyssey through the bowels of the hospital, up and down hallways and elevators until we got to the brightly painted pediatric Emergency Room where the scan would be done. The scan itself consisted of the tech spreading icy gel down the length of my legs, using a transducer as she went to ferret out any hidden clots. After what seemed like forever, she was done, and. I was taken back to get my nightly meds and try not to freak out that I might have a clot.
At midnight, my nurse came in to tell me that the doctor had called to let me know that the scan was clean. Hooray for living to fight another day!
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