Thursday, December 11, 2008

INFECTION TIME AGAIN

Hi everyone. You know when you have your day planned out and you have your "LIST" of things in sequencial order and you know you will have satisfaction once your day is done and you've accomplished most everything on that list? Well, today was not one of those days and I had my LIST ready to go which makes it all the more frustrating!

Best laid plans is what I had. Chaos and that horrible rushed feeling is what I ended up with instead.

Woke up. Took a shower. Got ready and slipped into Gary's jeans and a funky shirt to go off to the doc office. I usually get totally dressed BUT I knew I would have time once we got in and out of the office and home. NO makeup. Yucky hair pulled back. Lunch date scheduled for Noon. Looking forward to it. Coming home to get "cute".

Got to the doc office around 9. All hell broke loose (but in a very mellow way if you know what I mean. No drama. Just another bump in the road for Gary).
Gary spikes a very high fever at the office (has had a few low grade ones over the past few days - no biggie) and his left nephrostomy tube is not producing any urine. As it begin to show signs of urine I can tell you right now it is NOT the color urine is suppose to be.
So, blood cultures, hydration, urinalysis, CBC, and yes a scan. So, the scan is scheduled for 2:30 at the office and by this time it is now 11. Rachel (his awesome nurse) asks if Gary can stay put while I go to my lunch and then come back by the 2:30 appt (the scans are done in the imaging dept. at Barth's office so it is way convenient).

Off I go. Thinking at this point I have a little time to relax. Get to lunch. Sit down. Phone rings. It's Rachel. The CT machine broke at the office so we have to go to Irvine Regional (which is now Hoag #2) no later than 2 PM.

Rush through lunch. Steph drives me back to Barth's to get Gary. Get to Irvine Regional. HAD NO IDEA that because we had not ever been there that we had to go through the entire admitting process - paperwork, photocopies, etc....ALL the usual bologna.

We wait an hour and Gary goes back at 3 PM. We wait and while we do we ponder life's deepest mysteries and I yawn and feel like just crawling on the floor and curling up into the fetal position and passing out due to extreme exhaustion. The eyes got heavy but I stayed off the floor.

Dr. Arata tells us that Gary has a bad kidney infection - no other bad news. It's doable. IV anitbiotics, hydration daily, and the such. Done it many times and will do it as many more as I have to. We load and go.

Also, throughout the day we are dealing with uncontrollable and massive pain in Gary's leg. We had to up the pain pump and we drugged him up with dilaudid at the office. He is drugged out of his mind now and has been sleeping since 4 PM. Still asleep right now. He has not slept in days so this is good.

I am going to bed and hoping to get some things wrapped up tomorrow morning. I am scared to make plans so I will have the same attitude I tried to have today - easy come, easy go. It is what it is.

We have moved the rest of the birthday festivities to tomorrow night and I think the boys are okay with that. We were already going to be celebrating tomorrow night so we are just adding a few more things to the evening.

My birthday was filled with friends and fun and the speical gift of Gary still being with us. Doctor office or not we got to be together today - not in the conventional way - but nonetheless we were together. I am going to try and get him out of the house tomorrow ofr a little while. It's good for him to have a change of scenery (besides the doc office).

I hope you all have a wonderful Friday morning.

Thank you to everyone who texted me, E-mailed me, sent me Birthday cards and wished me well on my day. I have the greatest friends and family on the face of the planet - even though some of them are a little kooky! :) HeHe

Love to you all!
L

1 comment:

Carey Anthony said...

You didn't miss anything at the SPectrum last night. There was a private party, so we couldn't go ice skating. That didn't stop my 4 year old cousin Andy from jumping in the fountain with his winter clothes on though! Priceless.