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Having a large Scottish heritage that migrated from England into Canada to Maine and other states. I am from a family of 9. Six girls and 3 boys. My dad died young when I was about 8 years old. I have 4 children and 3 step children with the great joy of 20 grandchildren. I worked in financial institutions and accounting for many years. Now I sew and make lots of stuffed animals and many other things. I'm a grandmother that has years of sewing in a wide variety of catagories. Photography has become one of my passions over the years. Nature that God has presented us is one of the greatest to photograph. My family and pets hate to see me with a camera in my hands. The bug took hold at Christmas time taking photos of my children in front of the tree. That became a tradition. Then you have family gatherings, vacations, grandchildren and the list could go on.

Monday, September 22, 2008

A lighter side of my hospital stay

Since I gave you the gory picture of what happened to me in the hospital for almost a month, I would tell you some of the lighter side and a bit amusing or sad after the fact.

When I first was admitted to the hospital I had a room to myself for a few days. Then they put a room mate in with me. This room mate had visitors all hours of the day and night. Phone calls as well on the hospital phone as well as her cell phone. Sadly she slept through most of the ringing(I didn't). I got no sleep at all. I was asked if I wanted to move to another room but declined as I didn't want to hurt the other persons feelings, and figured it could also happen in another room. I knew it needed to be done for my health, but didn't have the heart to do it. After a week of this, a young man from the hospital came and whispered into my ear that they were transferring me into a Private room. They gave me no option. They took me for yet another test and when they were about to put me into the room I had been in a nurse told them I wasn't in that room anymore, but in a Private one. They had transferred all my flowers, chap sticks and miscellaneous things.

As my condition deteriorated and finally they did exploratory surgery and found the big hole in my colon and removed 14 inches. When I was in ICU recovering, I woke and was very thirsty with my lips dry and cracking. I remember saying to the first person I sensed in the room one word DRINK, she said sorry, no I couldn't have one. I heard her run water and put this tiny sponge stick into my mouth to get the little water that was on it. She allowed me this 3-4 times. Each time I heard someone come into the room from then on I would say SIP and the procedure was repeated. That was all I was allowed. They were concerned that I would vomit and do damage. I am not sure how long I was in the ICU, but eventually a doctor came in and said I could have Ice Chips. I took to those like a starving woman. My sister came to see me there and found my ID band so tight from the massive amount of fluid that I was retaining. She cut it off and they had to replace it. That was done many times within the almost month I was there.

I was finally taken to my room. Another Private room no less. It turns out I was put into a Private room with a sign Quarantine(or something to that effect) for some mistaken reason. We asked a dr and checked into it, but said look at as a blessing I was in a Private room because of it. I had gone from 5th floor kidney floor to 4th floor surgery floor. When I asked my husband about my things he went to 5th to collect them and someone else was in the room and my flowers and items were at the nurses station. My husband took what he could find home, as they gave me everything new on the other floor when I asked where something was. The two things that didn't get put into my bags of belongs were the most important things to me. My husband had bought me a Chap Stick and my daughter had bought me an expensive herbal lip therapy and they were both missing. Imagine someone taking something like that and I had already used them. That really upset me.

Remember my mind was in a doped up state for about the first 3 weeks. I had a big obsession with the ChapStick(my dear neighbor replaced that) and Ice chips. I wouldn't let anyone touch them or put them out of my reach. I would threaten to cut their fingers off. At times I would put the Chap Stick into the pocket of my johnny for fear someone would take it or put it out of my reach. The Ice Chips were my fix because they wouldn't let me eat. The poor aids and nurses had a hard time getting my temperature because of it, they had to get my temperature under my arm. Everything that went into my stomach went out a tube into a container they were observing. I was asked at one point by a nurse not to eat any Ice Chips for a while so they could get a true calculation in the container.

I had one bad experience with a night aid as I awoke I asked her for some Ice Chips, because my were melted. She put her hands on her hips and said NO, I wasn't supposed to have anything at all. I knew she was wrong but she got very rude and told me my nurse told her that. I knew she was wrong about me not having anything, but in my state of mind it made me very mad at my nurse. I was so upset that I wouldn't even ring my nurse to ask her. But boy oh boy did I ever light into her when she came into my room. She had no clue what I was talking about. Said she would never do that. I discribed the aid to her and she knew who I was talking about. She hadn't heard it so could do nothing about it. I apologized to that nurse many times over. Now in hind sight, I am wondering if maybe it was my imagination that the aid was there when my husband said I was seeing people in my room that weren't there from all the drugs they had me on.

Everytime a dr or nurse came into the room and had to leave for something and said they would be right back, I would tell them I would be right there! I was the favorite patient, because I didn't call hardly at all and never complained. I knew they had to do what they had to do and told them so. I had one time when I desparately needed someone in the room and buzzed the nurses button. Whoever answers it for the nurses didn't tell them. I buzzed about three times and she told me they would get there when they got there as they were doing their rounds. That irritated me to have her make the decision instead of allowing the nurse or aid to decide, because I never buzzed unless it was important.

My primary dr came in and told me that she would have me home before I had been there a month. I got out 4 days shy a month.

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