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October 22, 2007 (Day 58)
I arrive at the hospital at 5:30 am for my port placement. I'm solo today as Rand had to work. All offers for accompaniment declined. I'm a big girl today. Stripped of my chicken feathers. The procedure went without a hitch. I was put to sleep. Oh, the bliss and glory of modern medicine!
October 23, 2007 (Day 59)
I return to the hospital for a post op baseline CT and return home. I'm feeling great and am settled in my office to work on my Web site. I have supper on the stove. Life is good. The phone rings...unknown caller. I usually don't answer these calls. Hello? Hi Dr. Martin..."I got the results of your CT scan, are you feeling ok? Any shortness of breath or chest pain?" "No, I'm feeling great" I eagerly announced."A what? Left lower lobe blood clot as in pulmonary embolus!?" Now that I think about it I have felt a little restricted with a ting of pain when I take a deep breath. I'm instructed to check myself through ER to be admitted for treatment. Bummer. Supper's on the stove. I even decided to mix myself a tottie this evening, I was planning on getting to bed early and snuggling with my book. I clean up the kitchen, pack Rand's lunch and work clothes, finish up laundry, kiss the dogs goodbye and off we go.
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I am admitted. Blood work done, Lovenox injections and coumadin intitiated. I brought my own favorite pj's, computer and books. The pull out sofa doesn't look too awful...Rand needs to be able to rest as he has to leave for work at 5 am. I'm told I can't wear my own pj's in case I need an IV. I comply. I don't feel sick, I'm upbeat, hyper verbal and annoying. I decide we're going to pretend we're in a hotel. Everything is perfect except for the hospital gown, flat pillow, staff entering the room, and bed built for one. But, I guess if I don't feel like a patient I can at least try to look like one. |
