Two weeks ago, I went to the Emergency Room because I was feeling short of breath, my oxygen was low, and I was having to be suctioned more frequently. They did a chest x-ray along with blood work. The ER doc looked at my x-ray and thought I had a mild case of pneumonia. My white blood count was also high, which could coincide with an infection. He put me on a week’s dose of an oral antibiotic.
Despite being on an antibiotic, last Wednesday I started getting worse. I decided to take another trip to the ER. Based on the symptoms I was still going through and results from different tests, this time they decided to admit me to the hospital. I was in the ICU for a day and ½ then transferred to a different floor. The reason they admitted me, was so they could give me IV antibiotics. Much more powerful than oral ones.
My nurses come into the hospital with me and sit by my side. Although they can’t do anything “nursing related” they can help me with things I need at bedside, along with conversation. Since the hospital is so busy, they can’t exactly assign an aid to sit in the room with me and help with all my needs. If I don’t have someone that can be there all the time, I’m stuck by myself with nothing to do.
Also, my family helped as well. There’s nothing worse than being away from your own things and environment. Whenever I admitted to the hospital, I end up bringing “everything but the kitchen sink.” In other words, packing and getting a lot of things from my house. My mom even brought me some food as ordering the same thing at the hospital can be boring.
I received more tests, pricks in my arm, blood draws, a pic line placed, along with the antibiotics and rest. I’m glad to say I bounced back quickly and was discharged from the hospital this past Saturday afternoon. After getting in my wheelchair and about ready to leave, I noticed something very critical. Within all the chaos, I forgot to bring something that would’ve been very helpful: my charger for my wheelchair.
When they turned it on, I realized it was completely dead. There was no way I was able to drive myself out of the hospital. My wheelchair can be put on a “manual mode” but it’s very heavy to push (more than 500 pounds with me and it.) Plus, there was the added maneuvering around corners, through doorways, elevator, van, and into my house. My wheelchair was facing the wall, so I sat there for 15 minutes before deciding to have them turn me around manually to at least watch some TV.
After about 30 more minutes, they turned my wheelchair on, and I was able to drive it. Although we figured out that it must’ve come unplugged when they turned me around because I had just enough juice to get in the elevator and to the waiting room. So, I had to stay in the waiting room for about 40 minutes while it charged. Luckily, I was in a bigger space with windows surrounding me. With that amount of time, I could drive myself into my van and get situated.
Although, by the time I got home, it was dead again. I was in the driveway with my wheelchair plugged in to outlets on the house using an extension cord. Figuring it would take another 40 minutes of charging, when it was unplugged, the battery was still dead! My aunt, Sandy, and my mom just put it on manual and got me into my house because I didn’t want to wait in the van any longer. Regardless, I was discharged around 2:30 PM and got in my house close to 6 PM. It was a long day for everyone.
Despite everything that happened, my health is back to baseline, and I feel 100% better. I even went to ABLE yesterday and am also planning on going tomorrow. Hopefully I won’t have any more infections, although my allergies are acting up because of the weather. The smoke from the fires in Canada are making our air quality bad, which makes it impossible for people with “breathing problems” to go outside.
Jenni
Recent poem I wrote for a contest about joy or hope:
Strangers Bring Hope
Fresh flowers placed on a someone else’s grave
showing others care for strangers in need
helping to open all the doors that are closed
bringing hope to those who are mourning
Symbolizing the frailty of one’s lifetime
bouquets representing condolences and grief
a form of ongoing memorialiazation to them
leaving something in their honor to remember
