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Day 19 November 7th, 2020

  • Amber
  • Nov 7, 2020
  • 2 min read

Updated: Nov 14, 2020

I started to see progress in my recovery. I was not as tired and I was starting to get myself up on my own the best I could. I was stepped down to an O2 of 4 which is great. I am pretty sure I will be seeing a pulmonologist outside of the hospital just to even see how bad my asthma is. It's not a bad thing and I should have really gone to one a while ago.


They moved me rooms from one end of the wing to the other late last night so now I have a roommate but this area is depressing. There is an older man who keeps crying and asking for the nurse to help him. There is a lady who just cries and cries and cries. She doesn't say anything she just cries. Another lady keeps yelling "Let me the F&^( out of here". You can hear all the machines when they go off and I swear the speakers are so loud when they call codes through the hospital. The nurses are running back and forth.


So I was awake a while but I guess at some point I started to fall asleep and my nurse came running in. She said my heart rate was low and my breathing was off. I actually woke myself up snoring and it scared me LOL. She made me recline a bit and put me on a mask instead of a cannula tube. I felt so bad as I do that at home all the time, more so when I am just outright exhausted.


I thought being on the other end was bad when it came to needing anything boy was I wrong. Part of being on this end of the wing was more assisted care. We were not allowed to get up at all to use the restroom, they gave us bedside commodes again but it felt like we were bugging them to come to change them, and seriously that is gross as all hell. I refused to use the restroom so I was actually starting to hurt but I couldn't go pee with it being dirty.


I was still getting that bitchy RT but I was hell-bent on being polite to her. I do have to say I had one amazing nurse who gave me a huge hug and provided me with so much information about my treatment and even talked to my mom because I was not getting answers. Her name was Lauren and she was amazing. So much compassion in her heart and reassurance. We talked more on a personal level and she told me so much and it makes sense as to why she is the type of nurse she is. She is rather new and if she is this good now two years from now she will be even better. I hope everyone gets a nurse like her.


I ate dinner and went to sleep in hopes that I would have an idea of coming home. I thought I had more doses of the Remvisider but I seriously couldn't keep track.

 
 
 

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