View from my hospital bed the night before I was released
This is my first ‘Thought for Thursday’ in a few weeks. Many on Twitter and Facebook know that this is due to the fact that I was in the hospital for 24 days. This blog isn’t about that [But, to quickly recap for those who may have missed it, I initially had an “attack” in the middle of February. I was rushed to two different hospitals on three separate occasions, misdiagnosed and sent home with pain medication. After my fourth – and most dramatic “attack”, I was again rushed to a third hospital, diagnosed with pneumonia and admitted. I thought I might be in the hospital for a few days, a week at most. As it turned out, I was in the hospital for 24 days.]
During my 24 days in the hospital, I had many painful procedures. There were complications and issues with every single procedure I had – from drawing blood [I had to have special people called to draw blood] and inserting IVs [they finally had to call a nurse they called the “vein whisperer’, and eventually had to insert a PICC line], the
There were complications when I had the thoracocentesis and I felt every inch of the needle going in. It was extremely painful. The Dr. apologized afterwards and said that they usually weren’t that difficult.
two most painful procedures, a thoracocentesis and a chest tube insertion. Although this was the most painful thing I have ever been through in my life, it was also the most enlightening.
From day one, I received so many prayers, get well wishes, emails, calls and visits. Some people I hadn’t even heard from in weeks, months – even years. Those were very pleasant surprises. The prayers, graphics, videos were just as healing as the pain medication. I even received a few surprise calls and emails from some special people I wasn’t even aware knew of my condition. The main reason for this blog post is to say THANK YOU TO YOU ALL!
My biggest thanks must go to my friend, Millette. After my third trip to the hospital, she left her home at 4am in the morning to pick me up from my home, so that I could spend the weekend at her home. I told her it wasn’t necessary because resting at home, would be no different from resting at her home. THANK GOD she persisted because I had the worst attack at her place. I could not breathe, I could not talk, I would have been unable to call 911 since I was having
One of my nurses. They were amazing. After I had the chest tube taken out, everyone was so happy. Two of my nurses said that I was their favorite patient and some even dropped in to say hello even when they weren’t assigned to me.
issues with my cell phone. She kept me alert and on my feet until the ambulance arrived, because the 911 operator told her if I were to lay down my lungs could collapse. The episode was very chaotic and we both said afterwards it was the scariest thing either of us had ever been through. She was with me when I was diagnosed, and we both breathed a sigh of relief finally knowing why I had been in so much pain for the past few weeks and had to keep getting rushed to the hospital.
Every day that I was in the hospital, she called me three times a day to check on me and visited me approximately every other day. There is no way I can ever repay her for being there for me during the most physically challenging thing I have ever been through in my life. Just the thought of having someone like her in my life brings me to tears.
One cautionary piece of advice – ALWAYS GET AT LEAST TWO DIAGNOSIS’. It took me four visits to three different hospitals before they got it right.
THANK YOU, ONCE AGAIN AND BEST OF HEALTH TO YOU ALL!!! 🙂
In case you’re interested – below is a video of each of the three procedures I had while in the hospital. Be forewarned, it’s not easy to watch and I am SO glad I watched them AFTER I had them done. LOL
On the day I thought I was leaving the hospital, they came to get me for this surprise procedure
Chest tube insertion (actual procedure starts approx. 1 minutein). I pleaded to be put to sleep, but the surgeon said it was too dangerous.
I was an extremely “hard stick” as they put it, so they eventually had to insert a PICC line [to draw blood and administer my antibiotics]. My Dr. said it was a last resort since the end of the tube is so close to the heart.