Discharged.

Posted: November 7, 2018 in Postcards from Cancerland.

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We are breaking out of this joint.

I think that the fever broke last night.

I’ve never been so happy to wake up in my own sweat.
We have been discharged!!
They didn’t have to tell us twice.
It was time, I was getting pretty gamey.
For those of you fine folks who want some answers, we know more about what it is not than what it is.
Due to a barrage of tests they ruled out the flu, pneumonia, and about 125 other bacterial bad boys.
It seems likely that I came in contact with someone with an infection and my body reacted in a most unfriendly manner. It could be sepsis, which could have been life threatening.
I was pumped up with enough antibiotics to sucker punch any virus villain.
I was given two units of someone else’s blood.
I’m forever grateful for blood donors.
I’ve done it before and I will do it again.
I’m pretty sure nobody wants my blood right now.
But, thanks to someone willing to share their O positive I’m feeling so much better.
My hemoglobin got better.
My white blood cell count was good.
They sent us home.
I challenged the dearly discharged older lady in the wheelchair next to me to a race.
She acted like she couldn’t hear me.
Maybe she wasn’t acting.
Now we are home and I ponder some stuff…
Taco Bell is better than hospital food…hello Chalupa!
Speaking of which…
The combo platter of hospital food and hospital toilet paper is just really cruel!
I don’t know if it’s a lunar thing, but it seems that 3:40 am is the optimum time for taking blood.
I had a nurse that I had a hard time understanding. At one point, she asked me if I passed gas, I totally thought she asked me if I loved God.
Fortunately the answer to both questions is the same!
They had an unexpected (to us) fire drill on our floor last night…that was alarming…literally.
I’m not a big fan of getting shots in my stomach.
But it happened…
three times.
Because…
I’m REALLY not a big fan of blood clots, and that is what the stomach shots are for.
It’s the little things that can make you vulnerable and bring you down. Just a few points on a thermometer can mess everything up.
We are home now and I’m realizing that clean underwear can be almost as life changing as a blood transfusion.

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