Pneumonia

En’kara has come and gone. I however, was no help to Feather. I was unable to participate in much, and did not do what I had planned on doing, so those little prizes were passed to someone who loves giving out prizes for trivia contests.

(Edited to save hurt feelings…)

I told Black that I had been enjoying my vacation and wanted my last day. He snorted.He knew how sick I have been.

Other than setting up his playlist, I haven’t been really helping him with his show. Sempai’s also been down for the count and has missed two sets of his big shows too, He needs to heal and quick.

As I am sitting here and writing this, I am plugged into cardiac and O2 monitors, with an IV in my arm.

Yes, my pneumonia is that bad.

I saw my pulmonologist yesterday, and he checked my X-rays and cat-scan, and sent me to have more. So I went and got irradiated for a 5th time this month.

We went back to the pulmonologist, and he compared the new set with the others…

It wasn’t good.

The next words out of his mouth were a blur. Black took it all in, and they discussed what was going on.

“She needs to be admitted. I will put extensive notes about what needs to be done. She is not getting better and this needs to be fully investigates. Take your wife to the ER, now.”

We took a side trip to get a few things from home but I was at the ER within the hour.

It took 4 hours to get passed the packed waiting room.

Another X-ray.

5 sticks, including an IV in my elbow vein.

Steroids, nebulizers, and two iv antibiotics, and benadryl cause I started to react to the one antibiotic…

I’m feeling better… sort of.

It’s a false feeling of “better.”

It’s the steroids, and antibiotics, and the fluids being shoved into my veins.

Trying to advocate against finger pricks when I have a Freestyle Libre in my arm is one thing I hate having to do. “I can’t give you insulin off of that reading cause it’s not in our charts. It’s not connected to us.”

There’s a way to fix that, but that means giving the hospital full access to the Libreview account settings. Dawn phenomenon is kicking my ass right now and the last two months, I’ve barely had a rise. I’m at 12.2 mM vs over 215 freedom units, cause of course, American.

I just checked. The endocrinology group as part of the hospital’s overarching umbrella does have access to my readings.

Black came back from a short nap. “What do you mean they only gave you half a tab of your medicine?” he asks, then states, “I wanted to be here for when the doctor talks to you.”

Breakfast is served. Food I’m allergic to is quickly disposed of. Why do they always give me coffee? One of these days I ought to drink it and just watch the anaphylaxis chaos commence. The rest is picked over for carb value and what I know will spike me higher than I already am. Apparently, a pack of ketchup is too much to ask for. At least I have salt!

The nursing staff here is giggly happy and seem to love their jobs and that has been making my stay enjoyable.

So, I guess I won’t be djing for anyone in the near future. Or worrying about drama that doesn’t affect me directly, but would have been worrisome I had known at the time that it was going on.

I should be angry.I should be upset about being in the ER’s holding zone while they wait for a bed upstairs for me. I should be all sorts of negative feelings, but instead, cause of the nurses, respirologists, and technicians, I am content and hopeful that this time my pneumonia will be knocked out of the park.

Now, if only my O2 numbers would just stay in the 90’s, that’ll be great!