My life is an adventure, damn it.
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demiurgentSo. I had a couple of unexplained fevers, Monday and Tuesday night, and then a sharp pain in my gut. Investigation showed what seemed to be a well concealed boil, painful to the touch, and the skin near it was reddish. So, an infection of a boil, I thought.
I had an appointment the next day (Wednesday) with my doctor, anyhow, so I brought it to his attention. He indicated I wasn't quite right. It was actually an infected abscess. And he recommended I walk over to the 'walk in clinic' (what we call the ER 'round these parts) and they'd drain it for me, and then give me some antibiotics.
So, I head to the ER. And, three hours later, I'm seen. No arguments from me, mind. I had an abscess to drain. Some of them had head injuries. There are priorities. But then, the ER doctor took a look.
And called the surgeon, as the infection had spread throughout the abdomen and he wasn't sure how extensive the abscess itself was.
The surgeon looked for a couple of minutes, told me he was calling his team in, and called my parents. I made some calls too.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
frobozz and Van got some needed supplies and checked on my cat. My folks and sister were on their way.
My appointment with my Doctor was at 3, as it worked out. By 8:30, I was staring at an OR's ceiling having knockout chemicals poured into me. The anesthesiologist tells me I gave him trouble. He started with an extra large dose of the muscle relaxant before intubating me (I need to be intubated under general anesthesia because I have Sleep Apnea. If I stop breathing in that situation, my body can't wake me to jumpstart it. This is bad). Anyway, I apparently had no interest in that tube, and the first dose apparently had no effect on me. He had to drug me up proper before he could keep me alive.
By... hm. I want to say 9:30 or 10, but I was groggy, I was out of it... it was done. My family and friends met me. I got settled in. They began pouring antibiotics into my arm.
That was Wednesday. This is Friday. I'm out, and feeling fine, though I have a dressing that a visiting nurse will have to change every day or two. And my whole body hurts. Oh, not from illness and not from the still wounded bit -- that's actually not hurting at all.
But at my weight, lying in a hospital bed for two days practically makes me an invalid. I can barely walk, now.
My cat is very affectionate today. Frobozz watched her the last couple of days.
So, adventure over.
I had an appointment the next day (Wednesday) with my doctor, anyhow, so I brought it to his attention. He indicated I wasn't quite right. It was actually an infected abscess. And he recommended I walk over to the 'walk in clinic' (what we call the ER 'round these parts) and they'd drain it for me, and then give me some antibiotics.
So, I head to the ER. And, three hours later, I'm seen. No arguments from me, mind. I had an abscess to drain. Some of them had head injuries. There are priorities. But then, the ER doctor took a look.
And called the surgeon, as the infection had spread throughout the abdomen and he wasn't sure how extensive the abscess itself was.
The surgeon looked for a couple of minutes, told me he was calling his team in, and called my parents. I made some calls too.
frobozz and Van got some needed supplies and checked on my cat. My folks and sister were on their way.My appointment with my Doctor was at 3, as it worked out. By 8:30, I was staring at an OR's ceiling having knockout chemicals poured into me. The anesthesiologist tells me I gave him trouble. He started with an extra large dose of the muscle relaxant before intubating me (I need to be intubated under general anesthesia because I have Sleep Apnea. If I stop breathing in that situation, my body can't wake me to jumpstart it. This is bad). Anyway, I apparently had no interest in that tube, and the first dose apparently had no effect on me. He had to drug me up proper before he could keep me alive.
By... hm. I want to say 9:30 or 10, but I was groggy, I was out of it... it was done. My family and friends met me. I got settled in. They began pouring antibiotics into my arm.
That was Wednesday. This is Friday. I'm out, and feeling fine, though I have a dressing that a visiting nurse will have to change every day or two. And my whole body hurts. Oh, not from illness and not from the still wounded bit -- that's actually not hurting at all.
But at my weight, lying in a hospital bed for two days practically makes me an invalid. I can barely walk, now.
My cat is very affectionate today. Frobozz watched her the last couple of days.
So, adventure over.
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Date: 2003-08-01 08:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-02 02:04 am (UTC)*huggles*
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Date: 2003-08-02 08:03 am (UTC)That's far too much excitement, though, young man. You need to consider less adventure. ;)
WTF??!!
Date: 2003-08-02 06:47 pm (UTC)::smooch::
Blorg!
Date: 2003-08-05 04:32 am (UTC)Glad you made it through, man.
- Gary, yonder Swede
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Date: 2003-08-05 12:11 pm (UTC)Andrea