Insanity? Not at all. That was an exaggeration for dramatic effect.
Every day is an adventurous joy.
Last Saturday night the (cancerous) "wound" on my upper right arm bled so much, that the bandages had to be changed three times.
Three. Count 'em.
The wound care team tended to my physical malfunctions on Tuesday - - and they always do a lousy job of bandaging. It bled through the bandages on Wednesday - - and this morning (Friday) the blood was seeping through.
Nothing bothers me any more. After two years dealing with serious physical ailments, I'm completely desensitized. I've been through more hell than you could imagine.
Remember
that horrifying morning on June 1st, 2023, when I was so desperately ill that I managed to call 911 and then passed out on the front porch.
(my cat Bosco stayed with me until the ambulance came. That's the last time I ever saw him....)
Bosco (now deceased) on the porch where I passed out
I'm way off course. Let's get back to my present situation here at Signature Health Care (see my previous post).
So far, I was transferred to three rooms here. 604, 609, and 402.
I had a slightly challenging time getting used to 402 - - with the flies, bizarre roommate, and complete lack of privacy.
Then......
it might have been Wednesday (my mind is muddled) a nurse's aide burst into the room and told me I was to be transferred to another room.....isolation!!
What the hell?????
She breathlessly tried to explain (unsuccessfully) and then decided (mercifully) to call a nurse.
I was completely unnerved.
The nurse tried to explain but I still didn't absorb the essence of it all. Somehow someone had taken a swab sample of one of my wounds (let's not go into details). It contained some kind of "virus" (or something).
It's not contageous, but as a precautionary measure I need to be in isolation for ten days.
And
I need to get a shot in the ass with antibiotics for ten days.
Another fantastic adventure.
SO........
they wheeled my bed quickly down several halls and took me
(are you ready for this?)
to my former room - 609!!!! It was completely empty.
And I'm not exactly isolated. The staff on this ward was delighted to see me again (because I'm so sweet, pleasant, and humorous). Anyway, everyone has to wear gloves and plastic gowns when they enter my room.
So far, I got three shots in the ass.
Seven to go.........?
BTW There's a rumor going around that I might see my oncologist (from 2023) on Monday.
Who knows. Your guess is as good as mine.
Jon ❤️ isolated
Somewhere in the Twilight Zone
don't isolate me....luv your comments
Well, you wanted to not have a roommate and now you might finally get to see the oncologist on Monday. I take those things as very good news. And it sounds like you are back with better employees, too!! The only thing is the ass shots do not sound good, though. ;) Fingers crossed for some good news!! :)
ReplyDeleteBut, after ten blessed days, they're sending me back to horrifying room 402. This is only a mini vacation.
DeleteI"m not certain if I'll actually see the oncologist. I'm wary of rumors....
At least it's a brief respite. Or something. This gets more dystopian all the time.
ReplyDeleteI honestly don't know if they'll leave me in this room or drag me back to 402. Wherever they dump me, my existence is permeated with misery.
DeleteGoodness it's like playing "Musical Chairs", except that game is more fun.
ReplyDeleteThe infection is worrying, especially to be isolated, but hopefully it's more of a precaution than anything else.
Shots in the bum are not too bad, it's the sore aftermath from laying in the bad that seems worse to me.
They desperately need to take care of your arm wound, what will it take, an act of Congress 🤔
Summer solstice has arrived, I was so hoping you had returned to your mountain retreat by now.
Take good care dear friend.
Jo