This should conclude my hospital episode. While I was there I was running a fever that was fluctuating. I recently had a procedure done and my white blood count is low so the nurse called the hospitalist and she ordered antibiotics and blood cultures. I've not had a blood culture done before and in my drowsy state I didn't feel like asking about it, so I just let them take some blood.
Yesterday morning the clinic called me and I found out what it meant. Well..............it seems like my port is infected....the blood from my arm was ok. My port has to be flushed every day for 2 weeks with an antibiotic. The procedure itself takes about 2 minutes, it takes longer to get things ready for it. That means I have to get dressed and leave the house every stinkin' day. When I explained it to Kev I did not use such nice words. I'm angry because I did not have one problem with my other port (different dr), as soon as I got back to my room after this port was in I had a problem, and I know another woman who got a serious infection (and the same dr put her port in).
After I calmed down I realized that this probably was a blessing....it was caught early, before I had to be hospitalized again.
Even after the thorancentesis I am still short of breath. I will have to discuss this with the dr next week. Thursday night I did not cough at all, friday was worse and I had one spell after I went to bed last night.
This morning after I came downstairs and sat at the table (my landing spot) hubby came up to me and rubbed my shoulders, kissed me, and told me he loves me. I know it's hard for him to watch me go from someone who scraped wallpaper off walls, did all the housework, and putzed outside to someone who can barely walk up and down the stairs. He doesn't like me to use the stairs and is willing to get what I need. I hate this helpless feeling. This morning he is golfing and after lunch we're off the the hospital.
Meals on Wheels: well....they are nothing to write home about...I've only had 2...and will give it a chance....it is still a hot meal for me. I can eat about 1/2 of the meal. I am not picky and not a complainer.
I hope everyone is having a good weekend!