The Hospital
I really wanted to write this deep and detailed post about my stay in the hospital this past week but I just don’t really have the energy to do it right now. I did however want to make sure that I explained why I was there and made a note of it for myself, that’s the whole reason that I have this bog to begin with. Right?
On Friday the 17th I started to feel very sick. I had been coughing for months and knew that I had pneumonia but Friday was different. Around 5 pm I couldn’t eat dinner, I started to get a fever and chills, my ribs were hurting really bad as well as my sides, throat and head. By late evening my fever had gotten up to 104.9 and I was afraid really of what was wrong with me. I think I took 2 cold showers trying to bring my fever down. I took Dayquil and all kinds of other pills trying to feel better but nothing seemed to work. We called my emergency care doctor and we were told that I needed to go to the emergency room.
It was late on a Friday and I didn’t know how long I would have to sit, miserable and uncomfortable in the emergency room chairs before I would be seen. So, I tried to go to bed at home. I felt like I was up all night long. I was up every 20 minutes it felt like coughing. I had a hard night but I still didn’t want to go to the emergency room and wait there like that.
Finally, on Saturday, I began coughing up blood and that is when I decided that I had to go. We got to the hospital around 5 and I wasn’t in a room until 3:30 am. I had to send Jemal home at 12 so that he would be able to take care of the kids Sunday.
I can barely remember anything that happened during my stay in the hospital because I was on antibiotics and heavy painkillers the whole time. Somehow, it felt like I was there forever, but at the same time it feels like only a day because it melts together.
During my stay there, I know that I was writing notes in my sleep and saying things to my husband and friends that just didn’t make any sense to them, I am sure. (I apologize to you all for my wacky behavior). I guess that it may have been amusing to them just a little. It is to me now that I look back on it.
In the finality of this post, I guess I should tell you what I was in for. I really am not totally sure. They gave me many diagnoses. The long list includes: Step-Pneumonia, Blood infection, some kind of kidney problem (you’ll have to ask Jemal, he’s the only one who heard the doctor), and lung polyps.
I stayed in the hospital for about 5 days and as soon as they offered me that I could go home, I jumped at the chance. I am second-guessing myself now because I still don’t feel better yet. Maybe a few more days in the hospital is what I needed. I have to admit that missing my family, being alone and wanting a cigarette were at the top of my list for reasons to leave.
I can’t really jus go back now and ask them to take me back though. I have to keep taking the antibiotic and hoping to get better soon. I have so many pills now I don’t know what to do. I am trying hard though to remember when to take them and why I am taking them and I hope that in a few days I will be back to my old self again. I have a lot of help around here and with out them none of this would have been possible. I will have a lot of gifts to buy when this is all over.
I hope that everyone else is having a happy a wonderful week. Thank you for all of the well wishes. And the comments on my husband’s blog too.