Was admitted on Thursday, 13 October 2011. With diagnosis' of water in the lungs, bronchits, pluracy, sinus infection and asthma. Due to certain medications I am taking in hospital my sugar levels have taken flight. So for the time being I am having to have insulin injections. I hate this with every ounce of my being, but do understand it is neccssary. It's just one of those things that is tough for me to wrap about this globe of mine. In my way of thinking, it does not make sence to make a person sicker than the person is already. The unfortunate business of being ill? Yes. No. Maybe so. I don't know. That's why I trust my doctors. They do all and whatever it takes to get me heathy and feeling better. I am still dealing with the the horrible pains in my lungs, chest and ribs. My left eye orb still feels as if it is going to pop out when I cough, which has eased up a piece due to one or two of the dozens of medications I swallow, am injected with or recieve via PICC line also known as a catheter inserted directly into the vein.
There is a slight chance I may be discharged earlier than expected according to the "house" doctor. One who does not know me or my physical history. I am thinking when my doctor comes by in the morning we will have a face to face. My doctor seems to think a few days, this house doctor says tomorrow or Sunday. Poor thing has lost his mind and please somebody bless his heart. If this is his way of offering hope to one who is sick and has suffered with this respiratory and sinus rubbish for far too many weeks, just may need to take a night course or two on communicating realistic hope to his patients. I suspect there just may be an issue or two or three. Bless his house doctor heart, because I will communicate in a proper yet assertive fashion that he just doesn't know that I will be discharged when MY doctor reports and my entire body feels much better than it has or does at this very moment. Hell, it was just this afternoon these folks inserted a PICC line into my mid arm that reaches well into my chest cavity, just a wee bit this side of my heart. I think of the monies involved with this admission. Our money, our insurance company's money and this hospitals money. By the way, my dear house doctor has ordered a CT Scan of my sinus' for the morrow. Just does not sound like my doctors and the concern they have for me and the betterment of my, "The State of Health", address. I'll cross this bridge when I get to it I reckon.
Oh, and please don't mistake my talk and words for anything other than my desire and passion to feel and be healthier than I am or have been in just too long a time. Yes, I would prefer to be in my home and in my safe place. Rest and sleep next to my Bride in our bed. To eat her home cooked meals. She shares with me my hound Ting-Ting is searching for me high and low. This so touches my Spirit's. Damn how I love my dear Ting-Ting.
,It's simply that my body, mind and Spirit's believe a discharge in the morrow or Sunday is plainly a premature discharge.
This hospital's food is probably the worst hospital food I've ever put in my mouth. Unfortunatly, I have been a patient in just about every hospital in all of Tampa and have had food major percentages better than this slop. Hell, I had better C-Rations while in the U.S. Army than these dreadful vittles being served in a really top notch hospital. I have a gut sense that this food is prepared else where, then brought in ready to heat and serve containers...
...pardon my digression. I am in no way eager to be discharged - just to be re-admitted sometime in a week or few. Provide me the opportunity to get to feeling much better doctor. Please, just give me some time to heal. Please. Then, my walker and I will skip-to-my-lou, my happy back side right the mess out of here.
My daughter Sheena, provided her Dad the chance to borrow this lovely yet VERY FRUSTRATING lap top. I mean, I am glad and thankful, but damn, I think I would much rather tip-tap on our PC at home. I think this one was manufactured with smaller fingered folks in mind. And, and I don't exactly have fingers that look like egg rolls neither, but damn it if their just too big for this particular lap top. Have put it to good use for sure. Listening to Sam's i-tunes at this moment - which is so cool because
I am not a television type of person. Especially, while in hospital! Soaps, story's and twelve dozen Judge So-and-So shows. Oh yes, my sister Face's favorite television show, The Jerry Springer Show. I can say this because I know she is a former guest of said show. I am silently laughing out loud. Listening to Sam's i-tunes tells a Dad, he has been an influnce in what his daughter listens to. We have so much in common. So cool.
The Nursing Staff has been outstanding and are providing me such qualty, sincere and empathitic care. There are the nurses that need to be recognized for their compassion and TLC given so freely. I have taken the time to write up a couple/few letters of thanks and have passed them on to Nurse Management.
The transportation folks are polite and get patients to and from different testing sites swiftly and safely. The folks in radiology were fantastic and I am thinking they just might be doing "open mike nights" at the Improve down town. Funny as hell! Yet very polite, professional and quite exceptional folks. The Dietary Staff are very polite and curtious. It's my belief the service does not match the product provided to the patients. It's weird. It's as if 2 + 2 does not = 4 here. Not with that gap in product and service rendered. House Keeping does an excellent job keeping the rooms and corridors clean and free of clutter and offending smells. The respiratory staff have been extraordinary and have provided me with the oxygen and breathing treatments that have assisted me with breathing.
I thank Great Spirit for having me cross the paths of so many brilliant Health Care Professionals. I have been blessed. These Folks are super and make an excellent team. And really do give a damn for their patients. Blessed indeed.
I am compelled to share that with any more cuts by this new ownership, this just may be my last visit here as a patient. It's not yet too visable, but it was and is what I overheard that concerns me...
...not only for we the patients, but for these fantastic Folks working here. I wish them much success so that maybe what is seen and overheard reflects one in the same.
I fell from my bed as I lost balance while attempting to grab pen and paper. My walker went that way, my bedside table went bang against my skull and went that way, my left butt cheek is sore as is where I hit my head. My left knee is brusied in a couple of places and my right shoulder troubles me. My right ankle got caught under the bed rail that probably should have been in the raised position and is sore. I cried to a sob out of embarrassment. Yes, it was a meniere's thing as I really just suddenly lost my coordination and balance and yes, I have had issues with meniere's symptoms. Just don't want to speak of them right now.
Please pardon me should I have misspelled words. I don't know how to work the spell check on this bloody thing. No dictionary and rather near two dozen medications flowing through my body. To include a rather harsh pain relief injectable. Oh, and there are just too many pretty colored pills.
Relations, it is my purpose to work on becoming a healthier and safer person. I hate falls and falling. It never gets any easier. Don't think it ever will...
Love, peace and more peace, Mario and my pony John Wayne
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