Last Updated on: 13th June 2018, 11:56 am
And now, the last part of Gill’s hospital story.
I spent the better part of three days in the hospital, and in that time I had some visitors. One was the friend who took me to the revival, the others were people who had kind of adopted me as their “daughter.”
Thursday and Friday I was less groggy and miserable, and was able to take a walk around the ward.
Blurs
On Saturday morning I went to see the original eye doctor who saw me Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, but I really don’t recall that. Clearer in my head is the annoying empty IV bag beeping, and the anti-clot medicine injected into my stomach at night. I also kind of remember snapping at a medical student for assuming I had to have someone help me go to the bathroom.
Mother’s Help
Friday night when I got home, I needed to wash the hospital smell off of me. The doctor said I should cover my eye to keep from exacerbating the infection. That night I had my mom wash my hair for me. That in itself was a humbling experience, because I’m not one to ask for help often. She also helped me apply the ointment that night and the next morning.
Shout Out
I’d like to thank all the nurses, medics, doctors, etc. I also owe a huge debt of gratitude to my mom, and everyone who called.
Quick Thinking
There’s an old saying that if something doesn’t feel right, look in to it further. I am on the road to recovery because I didn’t listen to the first doctor. I also believe that God had a hand in this, placing the right doctors and people at the right place.
Sign Off
I am about to go take my medicine now, and like I said, if something really isn’t feeling right, don’t ignore it.
Ah you got the damn needle to the stomach too? That thing sucks. They gave it to me twice a day when I was in. I got cranky with some nurses too, not quite for the same reasons. But I think it happens more than we realize.
I haven’t had a hospital stay of my own since I was a baby, but I’ve been around enough people who have to grow a hell of a lot of respect for nurses and hospital people in general. They see pretty much nothing but people at their worst, and somehow manage to handle it with nothing but patience and good cheer. For the most part, anyway.
Or then there’s always this nurse who killed patients who annoyed her. Thankfully I didn’t meet that one, I think I probably annoyed a few nurses though.
And we can’t forget the one I’m still not related to.
Well Gillie, I’m glad you’re better, but this post disappointed me for one simple reason. you didn’t tell us what the doctors said you had. Like was it just a crazy infection? Was it Malaria? I was waiting for a prognosis and never got one so now I need to know. I’m just glad that you’re better.
Lol yeah I think she forgot to tell us that detail. I’m going to see if she’ll right a final scoop on it. I don’t want to spill her beans.
She says I can tell you. She says they called it periorbital cellulitis, although I’m wondering if she had orbital cellulitis as well. Basically there was an infection around her eyelid and artificial eye that started romping through her system. She got a couple days of IV antibiotics and then she was sent home with 2 different antibiotics and she might need to have a tear duct unblocked. It must have been a doozer! I guess she didn’t tell us because she didn’t want to gross us out. She does not know our readers.