Detour

This week, I had a scheduled follow-up with Dr. Tafur, a check in.  One of the nurses called to see if I could come to the Hobbs clinic to get labs drawn on Tuesday to be super ready for the appointment.  

I'm so glad Dana could bring me.  

I look atrociously sick.  

I actually was atrociously sick..........my blood numbers and other lab results proved it.  

I ended up in the ER Wednesday.  

Maybe this is a main reason why I keep dipping down, falling back on my improvements, dealing with incontinence......

I thought about going to get more fluids and many even a blood transfusion.  When I called to suggest it, I was told to head there now.  

I got an ER room.  Next, had to endure 8ish practice IV sticks until one finally worked? It ached the whole  time I was there.  They took blood and blood and discovered that I had a bacterial infection.  They got me set up for a stay in the hospital.  I was out. of.it. 

I heard talk of e.coli.

And growing e.coli.

Good thing I got some blood and fluids. 

I apparently looked like a zombie.  

Had my port accessed.  Got some meds.  Hooked me up to all the BP, and heart and everything monitors.  

I fell asleep off and on all night, as they came in off and on all night to check my vitals and/or help me use the restroom.  I had to get out and go to a walk around the halls with occupational therapy.  

I was running a bit of a fever, and my BP was low, I so I guess they were justified in having me hospitalized.  

Stephen was able to call in reinforcements, Auntie Deb and Dana.

I was still sleeping a lot and felt tied to machines, but incrementaly better each day.  I FINALLY was able to shower....no shaving.  I'm so glad Auntie Deb was able to stay with me and that Dana was able to take over Evan's b-day pizza party that had already been planned at school.  

Dr. Tafur came by.

Dr. Patel was sending word that I might be released on Friday (Evan's birthday!)

I could come home and have Stephen give me the antibiotics.  

I will take it easy and try to see if I can get back on and stay of the right track.  

Packing up and getting outta here! I went to take a shower and the toilet went on a cyclone rampage.  We tried everything we could, but I guess she just wanted some attention.  This was yet another reason to escape.  

Hopefully, I will be able to get better and be more myself.