And wants seconds too, asshole.
That's how yesterday went after I noted some heat and weakness in my left hand and then felt the veins at one of the I/V sites become quite hard and chord-like.
All my brain could scream was, infection!
So he sends me a cab and off I go to my GP who upon inspection, sends me back to the very ER that changed my whole life last month.
After a mere 8 unbelievable hours--hours filled with a DEAD cel phone, as I hadn't noticed it was at only 14% when I left in the morning--and with only an apple to tide my newly continously ravenous self over for the whole damned day, I was so glad to have at least had my BP meds with me as it was screamin' high when they finally called me in for the assessment--only to return to the waiting room again for some hours.
WHY does it seem that the vending machines in hospitals only sell salty chips and sugary bars?
Anywho, it was finally ascertained via ultrasound, that yes, there is a superficial phlebitis in there and it's blocking some blood flow to the hand. I'm to put anti-inflammatory pomade sparingly on it for a week which should hopefully fix it's lil blood red wagon.
Looks like a puppy. Imagine if it looked like a bear?
I remember well the day that vein got it back in the hospital, too; the nurses musta been rammin' around in there trying to make the new I/V location work for 10 minutes straight. Poor lil vein...
Oh and I had the prescribed pomade in question at home already. *rimshot*
Needless to type I came home just KNACKERED, spirit smacked down by the medical man, wolf-hungry and in no shape for anything except restoration and blessed sleep.
K, and a hot bubble bath.
After many hugs from P, a snurggle from Tony and another sleeping pill, I was pleased to finally find myself calming down at last and then quite grateful to one very special nurse at that place named Gayle.
Gaaaaaaaayle... She practically lead me by my trembling Predded-up hands more than once during that endless germ-riddled disgusting day and I shall always be grateful to her and her big heart. AND SHE SPOKE ENGLISH, making every opportunity to translate when she was around. Wonder if I'll see her again?
There are some special people in this wild world and I'll never forget this one's angel-face so THANK YOU GALE, I'm home now and I gotta say, that at not even what appears to be 25ish years old yet, yer already one HELLUVA nurse.
As for YOU, bear, next time, it's MY TURN, dammit.
EDIT: I Netted-out the head of the nursing dept at the ER and wrote her today, asking to pass the email on to the wonderful, ever-professional, blessed Nurse Gayle. Fingers crossed that I hear back!
EDIT TOO: After meeting with my doc on Feb 21st, he was appalled to find that the ER doc prescribed the ONE type of med that a Prednisone taker should avoid like the plague, NSAIDS, pomade or otherwise. And she was well aware of my condition too. Now I know for next time, if there is one, that a compress of alcohol is the order of the day. Glad I didn't do any serious damage with all that pomading. Least I don't think I did.
LIVING and LEARNIG every damDED day!