More like Sleepless in the Gulag. How sad is this? My library blog has turned into “General Hospital for Geriatrics” instead. Oh well. We blog about what is going on in our lives at the moment I guess.
We managed to get through a VERY FUN weekend with out family and extended family. 8 month old Lila was the star attraction of course.
The breathing “progressed” from somewhat breathless to full-on Darth Vader. Never mind. I have my regular doctor appointment on Tuesday. She will fix it. And she did. I showed up at her office in Darth Vader mode, and she immediately called an ambulance. Off for some fun in the sun…whoops…fun in The Strong (hospital that is…not the Museum of Play).
Strong Emergency Department is definitely NOT the “Toy Hall of Fame”!! Although, 165 mg of prednisone could be considered a form of entertainment I suppose. But really…more like the above-mentioned Gulag, with constant noise, torture with sharp objects inserted in various veins, and sleep deprivation.
Officially admitted at around 4 pm Tuesday. No sleep since 9am Monday. Out of the ER at this point? Silly you. No room in the inn….so two real hospital beds are wheeled in to replace the ER version of the medieval racks that my roommate and I have been enduring. Voila! We are now in a real hospital room….just one the size of a medical closet. Magic!
A fairy godmother finally arrived sometime around midnight to sweep me off in my coach..whoops…my mobile hospital bed…to a REAL room. Yay!! I actually got three 20-minute rounds of sleep. Oh..the joys of breathing and mood enhancing drugs!
Speaking of which…..mood enhancing drugs such as prednisone CAN enhance your mood. Euphoria would be lovely, but that can change on a dime. Wednesday was not too bad….until my meds got mixed up. Prednisone turned Cinderella very quickly into The Incredible Hulk. The nebulized medicine I should have got at bedtime was mysteriously dropped from the computer. This meant 12 hours of wheezing like “The Little Engine that Couldn’t”. Computer glitch discovered at 7 am. Out comes “The Incredible Hulk” on steroids. I informed them that they needed to “GET ME MY MEDS NOW or I was walking out of there and going HOME where I at least could get the meds I need to BREATHE!!! “. In spite of my best effort to be assertive (in a Prednisone/ Hulk kind of way), it took almost TWO HOURS to get me the inhaler I should be getting every 4 hours, minimally. Grrrrr!! Must….work….on….developing…..bulging….green….muscles!
Anyway, continuing with my literary and pop culture references, “all’s well that ends well”. I stayed for another day and a half, full of lovely meds, and was rescued by my handsome Prince Charming Bob at around 3 pm Saturday. Home again for Miss Dorothy….”There’ s No Place Like Home, There’s No Place like Home”!
The main win from this hospital stay was a new-to-me treatment…..inhaling saline solution before using my other asthma inhalation med. It seems to work.
In spite of it all…the staff at Strong is excellent, and so very hard working. It is just absolutely essential to be vigilant and make sure all is being done correctly. YOU are the expert on how you feel.
Still sleepless? Yes…but at least I am sleepless at home, and not in the Gulag!!