Ok, so this spring has not been that healthy for me. I developed a
small cold around the end of April and I went to see a doctor because I
was having fevers and chills. They discovered I had a significant rise
in my blood pressure as well as my cold.
They put me on antibiotics and blood pressure meds. Well the doctor
didn't quite foresee the problem that the blood pressure meds would
totally counteract any work the antibiotics would do for me. See I have
allergies to medicines and have to be very careful with what I take.
Well of course I thought that the antibiotics were just taking longer
to work than the blood pressure medicine. So once the antibiotics ran
out I was still coughing and it got worse. Of course I didn't want to
go back to the doctor because I hate going to clinics and hospitals,
it's like a phobia for me. They actually have a syndrome that appears
in my medical file that says I have White Coat Syndrome which means I
am fearful of being in the hospital or around doctors. Anyway I didn't
go and thought I could get myself better.
I started using my nebulizer from my last bout with pneumonia. That
would give me temporary relief and would help me function for a few
hours at a time. Then my cough took a turn and I started bringing up
all sorts of phlegm and garbage out of my lungs. I couldn't lay down to
sleep because you could feel it moving in my lungs and soon I would
feel like I was drowning. The coughing also effected my eating in that
it would trigger my gag reflex and that would make me bring up anything
I ate. I thought that was bad enough but over Memorial Day weekend I
got absolutely no sleep because my coughing would not stop.
Well I went to the doctor on Tuesday and the first thing she said to me
was, "You look like hell." I had black rings around my eyes and my skin
was as pale as when a goth kid gets all painted up. She had me go have
my lungs x-rayed. They x-rays came back and she showed me all the
infection and phlegm and said that I was near pneumonia and she didn't
think oral medicine would treat me fast enough so she admitted me to
the hospital.
I went down to my room and when I got inside there were people waiting
for me. They wanted to do me physical harm. The first group put in my
IV and then the other group took blood and more blood and even more
blood. I then tried to lay down but the bed was not suitable for my
height. Yes, I know what some of you are thinking but it was my height.
If I wanted my feet to be on the bed my head would have to hang over
the edge and of course if I wanted my head on the bed my feet would
hang over. So they had to get me a different bed. See the hospital only
had one maintenance man on duty to move a bed so it took about 4 hours
to get. I had to sit up that whole time and feel miserable.
They had me on an IV to rehydrate me and then they also put me on 3
different types of steroids and another stronger antibiotic and
breathing treatment every 4 hours. Well after a few doses I felt
better. Then the blood tests came back. The doctor told me that I am
anemic and would have to take more tests. Well after getting a few
hours of sleep I was awoken at 6am by a lab technician saying I needed
to give more blood. I looked outside to see the sun was not up and
said, "Oh you need to get back to the lab with my blood before the sun
comes up and it burns your skin." The lab tech wasn't amused. Anyway
she couldn't get any blood. She must have poked me 8 times with no
results so she went to get her supervisor. Well he came in and poked me
3 or 4 times and got an adequate supply. Then they let me be.
The doctor came in with the lab results and now said my blood sugar
shot up 200 points. Yeah 200 points in just a few hours and it wasn't
like I at a gallon of Ben and Jerry's. It was because of all the
steroids. So now I have to worry about watching that. Well I took my
anemia sample and that came back negative so the doctor informed me
that I would have to take two more tests just to make sure I wasn't
bleeding somewhere inside. Well I did take those tests and both were
negative.
So Thursday was my discharge and at the time they couldn't get my
papers correct and then going through my medicines that I would be on
there were errors so we had to wait longer. You know the 'roid rage
started because I was getting so impatient and felt it boiling inside
me. Then they came back and let me go. Freedom.
I got my medicine at the pharmacy and had to write out a schedule of
what time I take which medicine and how much I have to take because the
new steroid I am on is a tapered dose, today and tomorrow I take three
pills, then the next three days 2 and 1/2 pills, then every three days
it goes down a half a pill until I only take one a day.
Well it is about time for my breathing treatment so I better go take
care of that. I will add some pictures I took of the hospital and
facilities later. Thanks to all who messaged me while I was gone.

I will also try to get a Celebrity Round Up out as soon I read up on what took place in celebrity news this week.