my vacation week (skip if you don't want to read about health)

[wellownedbkup]

i think it's entirely strange and evil what happened this week. i mean, not
that my life isn't strange enough all on its own. but still...

so, i... i'm prone to boils. you know? i'm big and hairy and it's one of
those things. occasionally, i'll get a boil in iffy places (like my legs).
so... earlier this week, i found a boil in a reeeeeeeeeeally precarious
place. icky and nasty and scary enough that i got into the doctor as soon
as possible. which was wednesday.

i hobble into the doctor after having an entirely sleepless night and
sitting cross-legged and upright all night. she gets me nekkid from the
waist down, and has me lay all kinds of uncomfortably and vulnerably for
hours (that is, like 20 minutes) on her half table. she finally comes in,
pokes at it hard enough to make me want to cry, tosses her gloves in the
trash and says that she's admitting me to the hospital.

the hospital?!?! me? i've never had a hospital stay in my life.

push, shove, all that nonsense, i end up being admitted to Norton's hospital
downtown. my dad's on the phone going "Morghan, don't panic. whatever you
do, don't panic." i'm the calmest i've ever been in my life, bored and all
that and my dad's telling me not to panic. i get to the room and what not
and i'm just sitting on the bed going... OH SO BORED NOW.

so, they come in and talk to me after having me sit in the room by myself
for say... 2 hours. and then they hook me up to an IV after 6 hours. i'm
on intravenous antibiotics all night and feel hotter and hotter. of course,
i'm a diabetic, so i'm scared when i see the bags of antibiotic come saying
DEXTROSE. they come in and test my sugars and they're higher than
anything. (granted, i function as well as i ever have on 200+ level, which
is unhealthy and terrible, but true.) i'm all like... "hello? diabetic??
why dextrose?" they're like... "pssht. that's not dextrose." though it
says it on the bag.

finally, they're trying to put the IV in. and they try my hand. AND BLOW
THE VEIN. so they try the inside of my arm. AND MISS. and they try my
only good vein and i can FEEL how much they're hurting me. so. i've got my
face hidden and i'm CRYING because i HATEhate hate needles. gah. anyway,
it's at teh curve of my elbow. so no bending my arm for 3 DAYS. anyway, i
can feel the antibiotics in my arm tingly and numbing and crazy.

at any rate, that first night was the night the surgeon came in and lanced
the boil. do you know how embarrassing it is to have to spread your legs
for some guy you don't know, have never met, and is old enough to be your
father? AND you're feeling awful? yeah. anyway, after getting it all
lanced and stuff, i was on all kinds of antibiotics for the next day and a
half. basically just healing and being bored shiteless in the room.

and now?? i'm all better. hahah. just kidding. i'm healing, and the
broken skin is closing and i can walk all better. i'm taking my oral
antibiotics, and i'm on meds for diabetes. avandamet. i'm also going to
start worknig on my weight again. i wanted to go to the gym, but that's not
really on my list as much as just... getting going. i'll be back at the
pool soon enough, and i'll do some more that way. we're looking into some
alternative healing therapy.... holistic stuff. it may be a placebo effect,
but you know....

i'm hurting all over on places that they've stabbitied me with needles. but
i'm better. and i'm home. and i slept hard through yesterday. i got home
at 2, slept til 8, went back to sleep at 12, and slept til 1. and i'm tired
now.

Comments

[enchanted-jae.livejournal.com]

Sorry you went through all that; glad you're feeling better, though.

[techieratwtape.livejournal.com]

umm yeah, last time I went out and got admitted overnight I had about five different places in my arm where they tried to stick an IV and either failed miserably or burt several veins, which was not cool. I had some weird little bumb there for about six mnoths afterward, go figure.

[wellowned.livejournal.com]

dude. that's got to be the craziest thing, right? they tried to draw blood the next day, and they went over both arms trying to find a vein. they all went into hiding.


by the way, it's good to hear from you again.