I think we all know my morning routine by now. Up at the crack of dawn, looking at some needles. I feel as though I need to shake up my routine, so I order something different for breakfast.
Not a good move on my part. Why, oh why, didn't I stick with the oatmeal? Even if you don't add the right amount of water to the mix, can you really screw it up? And the eggs were apparently from a powder. The orange slice was pretty good though....
Got my daily infusion of Solu-Medrol. Which to my brain, sounded a lot like Sodium Pentothal (truth serum). Ahem, so because I was mistaken and blamed a lot of things I may or may not have said to you (who will remain nameless), um, I am super sorry about that. I was using the excuse that for some reason I was getting at least a derivative of truth serum on everything I said. Oh, and I was using the "hospital bed license", also. Who is going to yell at someone in a hospital bed??
Again, the question begs to be asked....How do I solve any cases at work???
After my infusion, I take field trip to the physical and occupational department. First thing I do is shuffle around the kitchen with my walker and make a cup o' tea. The therapist didn't like that when I eat or drink something that is too hot, I just shoved it over to the side of my mouth that has no feeling. Me, I thought that fell under the motto, "Adapt, Improvise, Overcome", but no, now I have to test everything I eat or drink with my finger. Fine.
I did a little better on the physical therapy tests, and got my therapist to let me go home instead of a nursing home, on a couple of conditions:
- My doctor agrees
- I have someone stay with me for the first couple of days
- I stay on one floor
Um, sure, I can do that. Not a problem
I go back to my room, chat with my doc, he says that's cool. He felt that it would probably be mentally detrimental for me to go to a nursing home, so we can try home first. Smart guy, my doc. He will have someone come in and discuss a home nurse and physical therapist for a bit. They are going to keep me one more day to get my infusion and work with the therapist. Excellent....the end is near!
Oh, and my spine looked good!
I get a special visit from Renee and Nancy. And a burrito from Chipotle. I have known these chicks for half my life, now. Just being near them makes me happy. It was a great visit. Until, I was told that it was possible the University Hospital was not covered under City insurance anymore. I really gotta start opening up my mail more often!! (Turns out all is well, but the blood did drain from my face for a bit and I think I may have had a little panic attack.)
I barely recovered from that scare, when my - get this - CASE MANAGER comes in. Case Manager?? Um, I didn't think I was going to end up needing a case manager at 38. While I realize that there are plenty of different types of case managers, the only time I usually say those words is when I'm taking someone to the hospital because they want to hurt themselves. "Have you talked to your case manager, lately?"
She explains that I will be leaving tomorrow and will have 2 visits a week from both a nurse and physical therapist at my house. Cool. Then she says, "Do you know where you want us to order your medical equipment?". "I'm sorry, did you say something....What medical equipment?" She responds, "Your walker and bedside toilet." I am sure at this point I am having some kind of psychotic break. Since the only medical equipment I usually have to buy is band aids and Advil, how about you just pick a place for me. K? Thanks.
These lovely things get delivered around 7PM. I realize it's a little early, but could I go ahead and get my Ambien now. I think I'd like to go to sleep.
Oh, and the toilet remains unused. The walker has some time on it, though.
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