Endings, Beginnings, and Doctor Who

A fitting way to spend our last night together as roommates: catching me up on the last episode of Doctor Who before the new season starts in the fall. By the time Martelle comes back after the weekend, I should be finished moving upstairs. Martelle and I agreed when we moved in that I would introduce her to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and she would introduce me to Doctor Who. She finished Buffy ages ago, so it seems particularly appropriate for us to finish catching me up on the Doctor tonight.

It's been an awesome 3+ years, filled with an abundance of hashgacha, laughter, geekery, and good times. I'm so glad that we're simultaneously moving on for the best of reasons, AND that we'll still be living in the same building so there's no real goodbye! Looking forward to continued adventures together!

Enough already!

Oh for %@&#$ sake…

Yesterday I pulled myself together and left the house to run a few brief, low-key errands. I walked slowly in two stores carrying nothing heavier than my purse. I didn’t do anything that should have been overly stressful for my body. But after leaving the second store, before I could make it to my 3^rd and final errand, I suddenly started coughing up blood again. So there I was, sitting in my car in a random parking lot, spitting into a cup, hands and face streaked with blood, praying that no one would notice me and freak out. Fortunately I could tell that it wasn’t going to last long, and 3 minutes and 20 mL later it was over.

You know your life is weird when your first reaction to coughing up blood is to be immediately, over-the-top FURIOUS. If I had the energy or lung capacity I would have been swearing at the top of my lungs. Instead I had to be content with raging inside my head and in my text messages to poor Katherine. Since it was a relatively small bleed, once things settled I was able to clean myself up and drive home, and I did not need to go to the hospital. But now I need to once again hold various treatments to avoid causing further irritation to the wound. And apparently I need to basically put myself on house arrest for the rest of the week until I’m more certain that everything has healed.

I’m not really sure how I’m supposed to move or kasher a kitchen when I can’t even lift anything or leave my apartment. It has been an extremely frustrating month, with no end in sight. I’m usually pretty zen about most of this stuff, but my patience is wearing thin, and I am not a happy camper. Here’s hoping this was my lungs’ last hurrah for this round and that I can get back to my bizarro version of normal life soon.

This patient needs ice cream, STAT!

Funny hospital story: So at HUP, you can’t just order kosher meals. You have to be entered into the system as being on a kosher diet. This isn’t difficult, and my care team put in the order as soon as I asked. HOWEVER, food services then treats this like any other medical diet, and will ONLY send you items on their very specific Kosher Diet list. I’m 90% sure their ice cream cups are kosher, but I couldn’t find out for sure, because food services absolutely refused to send me one since it wasn’t on The List. The dietician tried to intervene on my behalf. My nurse spent ages explaining to them why this was ridiculous. No dice. Finally, however, the beleaguered food services staff said that she could send up ice cream to stock the fridge in the pantry for the whole unit, and then my nurse could “choose whether or not to administer the ice cream to the patient.” We all laughed uproariously at this, and discussed the various ways in which my medically approved ice cream could be administered.

Oh, and after all that, do you think they ever stocked the unit fridge with ice cream? NOPE!

I’m still on IV antibiotics and hydration for at least another week, but I am SO GLAD to be home, in my very comfy bed, with access to a kitchen full of whatever food I want -- INCLUDING ICE CREAM!

Homeward bound!

I'm going home!

Silver linings

Unanticipated perk of being in the hospital: Fantastic views of the Philly skyline!

Making progress

B”H I’m recovering much faster this time than I did in February. The congestion already sounded better just one day later, and I have way more energy this time around.  We think the fact that I was already on IV antibiotics for 4 days beforehand really helped. We added chest PT back in yesterday afternoon and I’ve tolerated it well, so we’re adding in a nebulizer med today. If that goes well, we’ll add in the last nebulizer med tomorrow, and if THAT goes well I could be discharged on Sunday. Fingers crossed!!

I did get a great deal of twisted pleasure in showing off my Super Dramatic Cup o’ Blood (sometimes referred to as my Cup o’ Drama) to various medical staff for the first couple days. Hearing about 80 mL of blood is one thing, SEEING it is another, and it’s so much more fun to answer the question “So what brought you here?” with eye-opening props. I also learned that I get an even better reaction when I tell them the time frame, as in “That all came up within 5-10 minutes,” for maximum shock value. Hey, I’m bored, gotta get my kicks where I can!

Before this year I only ever had severe bleeds twice in my life, with the most recent one being a few years ago. Given that, I didn’t expect to repeat February’s drama any time soon. But apparently horking up mass quantities of blood is my fun and exciting new hobby (why yes, I DO need to find better ways to occupy my time). It’s particularly exciting in that it’s COMPLETELY unpredictable and can happen at any time without warning. Unfortunately, the only thing you can really do to prevent bleeding in the lungs is try to prevent infection. Obviously that’s already one of our primary goals and is the basis for most of my daily medical routine, but we’re probably also going to be a little more attentive to smaller bleeds from here on out. While previously we could take the time to monitor small bleeds to see if they became more significant or were accompanied by additional symptoms, now we’re more likely to throw me right onto IV antibiotics as soon as I start showing any pattern of bleeding in order to reduce the risk of having another major bleed. I’m not thrilled about that, but I’ll take a couple weeks of home infusion over all this drama any time!

In other news, what’s a hospitalization without… Pole People! I hope you enjoy the latest crew!

Moving up in the world!

They have a bed for me! I'm SO relieved that I don't have to spend the night in the ER!!