February 22, 2012

• The Home Health Care Nurse [Bratfink Post]

  My Home Health Care Nurse came for the 2nd time today.  I really like her.  She's a kick ass kind of gal.  When she was here last week she said she would get a social worker to contact us; when she got here today and found out the woman had not contacted us she was NOT a happy camper.  Suffice to say that in a couple short hours the woman HAD contacted us and we made an appt. for her to come over here to help us.

  While Heather was here today I asked her if she would conduct an experiment for me.  But let me back up a bit and tell you some strange things.

  One of the doctors on call that happened to get me was the doctor that had the privilege to snake a tube up The Boy's dangle down.  I recognized his name as soon as I heard it.  The thing is, when he sees blood in pee he is filled with glee because he sees "CANCER!"  I kid you not.  And my pee bag was filled with bloody looking urine and he was delighted.

  The bastard.  Because of him I thought I was dying.

  Anyway, at one point he came into my room and announced that he wanted me walking down the hallway.  All I could think of was, WTF is HE thinking?  The nurses thought the same thing.  So, Dr. Evil leaves, and the nurses get the idea that they should check my O2 levels.  They put the little oxygen thing on my finger and take the cannoli out of my noses and then they watch the numbers.  In no time at all my O2 levels fall under 90 [which is NOT a good thing] and Dr. Evil's plan to kill me is no longer happening.  I am safe in my bed with my O2.

  But over the last weekend I speak to The Boy and tell him that I think we should ask Heather to check my O2 level without the cannoli in my noses since I think I'm doing better.  He thinks it's a fine idea.

  So does Heather when she gets here.

  And guess what?

  Heather says she thinks I am good to go without O2 as long as I'm at my puter, but she thinks I should have it on when I'm doing 'stuff' or when I'm sleeping.

  I sat here talking with Heather and The Boy for a while and my O2 never went under 94.  Considering how quickly it went to 88 in the hospital, I'm doing great!  The Boy is, of course, elated.  [My BP is great, too!]

  The bad thing is that Heather forgot to bring something for my 'sharps'.  Right now I'm shoving them in an empty tea bottle.  It works for the time being.

  So, it's been about 3 weeks since I've smoked and I can see a big difference already in my life.  I can't say I don't miss it--because I do--but it's either smoke or breathe.  Gotta make a choice!  I just am not hacking and coughing and choking like I did.  In fact, I'm not hacking and coughing and choking AT ALL.

  The Boy told Heather that he knew when I was waking up before [when I was smoking] because he would hear me hacking and coughing.  He says now he has to check up on me because he's not used to not hearing me at all.... LOL.

  So, The Boy turned off the O2 for a while today.  I think he has to unplug it from the wall to 'turn it off' or it beeps and beeps and beeps.  Must be some kind of battery back up in that sucker.  Anyway, I'm doing good--doing real good I guess.  The Boy is very happy.

  I have an appt with my 'new' primary care doctor next Tuesday.  He saw me when I was in the hosp but I sure don't know who the hell he is.  Let's just hope he has my best interests at heart.

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