Tuesday, Aug 21, 2007 - Hospital
Hi, gang, Mark here. Jeanette wrote up a blog entry while in the hospital and asked me to type it in... so here it is, verbatim (I tried to minimize my comments, since it's been almost a full day since she wrote it):
7:30 a.m. 8/21
I don't know how prisoners do it. How do they get their minds around being incarcerated? I'm trapped like a rat. Later on, the oncologist will come in to see me. I fear her, yet I will not be able to escape.
Last night around 8:30 p.m., they took 4 more blood cultures-- 2 from the port, 2 from my arm. Then a tired, disgruntled employee showed up at half past midnight to do a blood culture. I told her they did it 4 hours before. She called the nurse, who saw nothing in her computer. I asked to talk to the nurse in person, showed her my arm to prove they already did it. (I'm thinking... I don't CARE what the computer says!) She called the lab, and confirmed that they already did it. I wonder how many other people had extra pokes that night because they wre too weak to question or fight back?
They told me last night, in an "oh, by the way" tone of voice, "You're having surgery tomorrow."
They're taking the port out. Guess it makes sense, while I'm here. I cant' wait to get the heck out of this hospital.
My antibiotics arrived sometime last night. The little bag has an orange "STAT" sticker--I guess "STAT" means six to eight hours after you arrive! I would've been really ticked if it arrived in the a.m. Then I could've spent the night at home in my own bed. I didn't see the clock when it arrived, probably between 12-1 a.m.
Shortly thereafter two people came in to confiscate my food and water. Nothing after midnight due to surgery tomorrow, they said.
I'm pretty upset about being here. I feel fine (and ornery.)
When I was here in May 06, the nurses were nice and i wrote that letter complimenting them. So far I've only seen one of those nurses. She said I looked familiar.
I hope my surgery isn't at 3 p.m. I'm pretty thirsty. [NOTE: Almost 3 pm exactly -Mark]
Still not sure what time I've been "boarded." A new medical term--it means scheduled for surgery. Sounded to me that they were going to tie me up or something.
Very tense. My intestines are churning. Considered tying the bedsheets together but I'm on the 5th floor so I probably don't have enough.
I hope they give me enough warning for the surgery so I can have Mark come back to be with me. He and the kids left at 9pm last night. I was in tears. It's hard to be alone in the hospital. I remember last time when I called the chaplain just so I'd have someone to talk to.
I can't wait to break outta here.
The hardest part is coming face to face with my mortality again. I'd been trying to live a normal life, every day but Monday (chemo). When I'm tossed in the hospital, I think about how I yelled at my kids that week, or ripped at my husband. then I feel so much remorse because I don't want them to remember me as being angry and mean. I cry about that the most.
Please pray for me and be nice to the people you love.
-Jeanette
7:30 a.m. 8/21
I don't know how prisoners do it. How do they get their minds around being incarcerated? I'm trapped like a rat. Later on, the oncologist will come in to see me. I fear her, yet I will not be able to escape.
Last night around 8:30 p.m., they took 4 more blood cultures-- 2 from the port, 2 from my arm. Then a tired, disgruntled employee showed up at half past midnight to do a blood culture. I told her they did it 4 hours before. She called the nurse, who saw nothing in her computer. I asked to talk to the nurse in person, showed her my arm to prove they already did it. (I'm thinking... I don't CARE what the computer says!) She called the lab, and confirmed that they already did it. I wonder how many other people had extra pokes that night because they wre too weak to question or fight back?
They told me last night, in an "oh, by the way" tone of voice, "You're having surgery tomorrow."
They're taking the port out. Guess it makes sense, while I'm here. I cant' wait to get the heck out of this hospital.
My antibiotics arrived sometime last night. The little bag has an orange "STAT" sticker--I guess "STAT" means six to eight hours after you arrive! I would've been really ticked if it arrived in the a.m. Then I could've spent the night at home in my own bed. I didn't see the clock when it arrived, probably between 12-1 a.m.
Shortly thereafter two people came in to confiscate my food and water. Nothing after midnight due to surgery tomorrow, they said.
I'm pretty upset about being here. I feel fine (and ornery.)
When I was here in May 06, the nurses were nice and i wrote that letter complimenting them. So far I've only seen one of those nurses. She said I looked familiar.
I hope my surgery isn't at 3 p.m. I'm pretty thirsty. [NOTE: Almost 3 pm exactly -Mark]
Still not sure what time I've been "boarded." A new medical term--it means scheduled for surgery. Sounded to me that they were going to tie me up or something.
Very tense. My intestines are churning. Considered tying the bedsheets together but I'm on the 5th floor so I probably don't have enough.
I hope they give me enough warning for the surgery so I can have Mark come back to be with me. He and the kids left at 9pm last night. I was in tears. It's hard to be alone in the hospital. I remember last time when I called the chaplain just so I'd have someone to talk to.
I can't wait to break outta here.
The hardest part is coming face to face with my mortality again. I'd been trying to live a normal life, every day but Monday (chemo). When I'm tossed in the hospital, I think about how I yelled at my kids that week, or ripped at my husband. then I feel so much remorse because I don't want them to remember me as being angry and mean. I cry about that the most.
Please pray for me and be nice to the people you love.
-Jeanette
posted by Mark Kappe @ 8:17 PM
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