Random ramblings from my beer soaked melon about politics, religion, sex, stupidities, nature, and any other subject that penetrates the haze. Sometimes crude and not for the faint of heart or people with normal intelligence, or an abundance of common sense.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Home! Home Of The Strange!
When a man is ill nothing is so important to him as his own illness.
Anthony Trollope

Well, that having been said let's talk about me.
I've been home for about five weeks now and it sure beats the hospitals.

I had hoped that I would finally get some rest but my daughter left the monster boyfriend and moved in just before I got home, so I have her and the grandkids waking me up all the time. At least in the hospital the nurses woke you up at the same times every day.

I had two therapists' when I came home three days a week. One was physical therapy and the other was occupational therapy. One worked my arms and the other worked my legs. They are done now after saying that they couldn't do any more for me. I also have a  wound nurse who comes in three times a week to change my dressings on my belly and the base of my spine.Also once a month she changes my catheter which I've had so long that we have to retrain my bladder. Maybe I can get it to roll over or shake hands or something. The wounds are healing slowly and I'm getting impatient.

The nurses got me to the point where I can walk around the house some but I have to use my cane or walker for anything too long. Stairs are very hard for me to manage unless I have support.

I got my last sick pay check last Saturday and am wondering where the money will come from now. I'm lucky that the Boss has a good job.
The charges that her and my insurance have paid are well over $1,000,000.00 now. I bet I'm the insurance companies customer of the year by now. They were calling and quizing me about my condition and when I would be able to go back to work. They also talk to my Doctors and nurses too and enveryone has a good laugh about me going to work. There is no such thing as light duty where I work.

This is a picture of me taken on June 7th in the ICU. I was on a respirator and was bright yellow. I was suffering from total kidney falure and major malfunctions in my liver. I went through 4 or 5 hours of dialysis every other day. You can't see most of the machines I was hooked up to and as you can see I was being injected almost all of the time.
I was actually in a good mood in this picture.





This is the equipment that I have at home now. A wheelchair, walker, cane, and in the second picture my fancy bed with it's anti bedsore air mattress.





 



This last picture is me now. I look much older than I did 6 months ago and as you can see I'm in a much better mood now.






I'm getting better though. The shakes are almost gone. This is a good thing as I inject myself with insulin every day. If I was to go back to the nursing home right now I would lose all the walker races.

I guess I've rambled on for about three times as long as I should have so I guess I'll end this and see if it will load this time.
 
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3 Comments:


  • At 4:07 PM, Blogger YELLOWDOG GRANNY

    holy shit!...that's scary. I can't believe how close we came to losing you.You have enough gear to open up your own health care center.
    I still want you to send me names and sizes and ages of all the kids..don't make me call Rose and get on your ass..by the way tell her I said hi..I bet she's ready for sainthood by now..Keep excersing and get lots of good stuff with no carbs..yeh, right..like they make that shit.
    I'd make signs and put them all over the house.."grumpy sick person on duty..be quiet".hah..glad your back nitty..I sure did miss you.

     
  • At 7:43 PM, Blogger unokhan

    good to see you this side o the river styx

     
  • At 5:09 AM, Blogger Junebugg

    Dang, looks like you're the bionic man now. Hope you heal fast and that the grandkids don't drive you crazy (I know mine would!) Sending warm fuzzy feelings your way