Back To The Hospital
This past week I felt very ill. So much so that on Saturday I could no longer self medicate. After packing a bag of books and my crochet materials, I headed to the ER.
Considering I had done this whole song and dance before, I knew I would be admitted to the hospital. The pains I felt were similar to my previous two ER visits in the past two years. Both ended with a hospital stay and surgery.
This visit has gone about the same way. I was admitted and will be receiving another nephrostomy tube later on today.
It’s totally awesome.
Of course, I’m being sarcastic. Dealing with these aggressive kidney stones is so disheartening. Up to this point I’ve had six surgical procedures including an impromptu chest tube placement when one of my lungs was punctured during a surgery. It’s rather exhausting.
Unlike the other scenarios, I tried to be more acceptable with what was coming. Instead of complaining about the nephrostomy tube, I’ve chosen to be supportive with the decision to do the placement. Although, there’s no way to ever get used to one of those things.
In the meantime, I’ve taken this time as a means of peace and productivity. There are no real distractions aside from having my vitals taken every few hours. And I tend to be a”quiet patient”, so the nurses don’t bother me much.
This is a rare opportunity to work on things that are important to me. So expect to see tweets, posts and other updates. I mean, what else do I have to do other than sit here and get better. Might as well try to relax and accept it.
Until next time.