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Less than 48 hours
Sep. 24th, 2018 11:33 pmLet me see if I can get us all caught up, since things have been massively hairy for the last week.
The Plumbing Crisis: Cost, about $1200, and if I ever get my hands on the feeble-minded twatwaffle who sold me this DIY nightmare, I'm going to beat him to death with my bare hands. It took a plumber AND a drain expert to resolve the problem, which included the fact that the only thing connecting my toilet to the outflow pipe was DUCT TAPE. I'm going to be paying GK back forever.
Dental sutures: I cancelled the appointment because plumbers. Called around to see where else I could go (so as to avoid Dr. McBrutal)...other places quote $25 for 25 second work. Said fuck it, did it myself. I'm fine.
As you all might recall, I've been on the pre-surgical liquid diet since September 12th. I felt like shit, but the weight was dropping off most gratifyingly. When I say "felt like shit", I mean dizzy AF. Stand up for more than a few minutes and have to sit down or fall down.
Cut to 5 a.m. Friday morning, when I did something I guarantee every single one of you has done at one time or another: I went to pee in the middle of the night. Made it to the toilet. Sat down. Bright swirly lights happened, I didn't just get dizzy, everything spiraled off to the left and I whacked my head on the vanity and tore my scalp open on a hinge.
Crawled back into my room, pulled a pillow and blankets off the bed and waited for a civilized hour to call GK. She got her with salutary promptness. Took one look and called fire-rescue, the idea being they would be able to get me up and outside to her vehicle and she'd take me to an urgent care center. Four big, buff firefighters lifted me up, got me outside, claimed my pupils were unequal in size, and the next thing I knew, I was enroute to the ER.
And that's when all hell broke loose. Apparently, it was too much to expect that they'd clean the wound and slap a band-aid on it. Oh hell no. They had to draw blood and do a CT scan and I had to sit on my ass in a little side room in the ER for seven hours waiting for a room. Yes, they admitted me.
To summarize, because I don't want to dwell on it any more than you really want to hear all the evil details, my cardiologist had me VASTLY over-medicated on Carvedilol, which would've been bad enough, but the liquid diet make it metabolize even faster. Hence, me keeling over and spending 48 hours in hell in a squirming bed (designed to prevent pressure sores), getting IV's and virtually no sleep.
This is the same hospital I'll be in for surgery--I am MUCH less chill about the prospect than I was, say, last Thursday.
So, I made all the right noises. I told them what they wanted to hear, agreed with what they wanted (like going on "real" blood thinners instead of aspirin, follow-up visits, etc.), because at this point, being labeled "uncooperative" could be fatal. As it is, surgery is still a go for Wednesday, although I won't know the exact time til sometime tomorrow.
They discharged me Sunday afternoon, and I came home and passed out in my own happy bed for five hours. And slept for eight overnight.
I have a knot on my head the size of a Cadbury egg, One third of that is scab. It's ripened into one HELL of a shiner, and to give you an idea of why I'm so pissed, in addition to having a bitch of a time with multiple IV's, after 2 days of sitting on my ass in one bed or another, getting test after test, they never did clean or dress the wound I went in there for.
There's a reason I've spent 30+ years avoiding the fuck out of doctors!
Anyway, IDK when I'll update next; I'll be staying at GK's for a few days afterward, but I may be sacked out and doing the minimum.
Take care! Think good thoughts for me. Love you all.
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The Plumbing Crisis: Cost, about $1200, and if I ever get my hands on the feeble-minded twatwaffle who sold me this DIY nightmare, I'm going to beat him to death with my bare hands. It took a plumber AND a drain expert to resolve the problem, which included the fact that the only thing connecting my toilet to the outflow pipe was DUCT TAPE. I'm going to be paying GK back forever.
Dental sutures: I cancelled the appointment because plumbers. Called around to see where else I could go (so as to avoid Dr. McBrutal)...other places quote $25 for 25 second work. Said fuck it, did it myself. I'm fine.
As you all might recall, I've been on the pre-surgical liquid diet since September 12th. I felt like shit, but the weight was dropping off most gratifyingly. When I say "felt like shit", I mean dizzy AF. Stand up for more than a few minutes and have to sit down or fall down.
Cut to 5 a.m. Friday morning, when I did something I guarantee every single one of you has done at one time or another: I went to pee in the middle of the night. Made it to the toilet. Sat down. Bright swirly lights happened, I didn't just get dizzy, everything spiraled off to the left and I whacked my head on the vanity and tore my scalp open on a hinge.
Crawled back into my room, pulled a pillow and blankets off the bed and waited for a civilized hour to call GK. She got her with salutary promptness. Took one look and called fire-rescue, the idea being they would be able to get me up and outside to her vehicle and she'd take me to an urgent care center. Four big, buff firefighters lifted me up, got me outside, claimed my pupils were unequal in size, and the next thing I knew, I was enroute to the ER.
And that's when all hell broke loose. Apparently, it was too much to expect that they'd clean the wound and slap a band-aid on it. Oh hell no. They had to draw blood and do a CT scan and I had to sit on my ass in a little side room in the ER for seven hours waiting for a room. Yes, they admitted me.
To summarize, because I don't want to dwell on it any more than you really want to hear all the evil details, my cardiologist had me VASTLY over-medicated on Carvedilol, which would've been bad enough, but the liquid diet make it metabolize even faster. Hence, me keeling over and spending 48 hours in hell in a squirming bed (designed to prevent pressure sores), getting IV's and virtually no sleep.
This is the same hospital I'll be in for surgery--I am MUCH less chill about the prospect than I was, say, last Thursday.
So, I made all the right noises. I told them what they wanted to hear, agreed with what they wanted (like going on "real" blood thinners instead of aspirin, follow-up visits, etc.), because at this point, being labeled "uncooperative" could be fatal. As it is, surgery is still a go for Wednesday, although I won't know the exact time til sometime tomorrow.
They discharged me Sunday afternoon, and I came home and passed out in my own happy bed for five hours. And slept for eight overnight.
I have a knot on my head the size of a Cadbury egg, One third of that is scab. It's ripened into one HELL of a shiner, and to give you an idea of why I'm so pissed, in addition to having a bitch of a time with multiple IV's, after 2 days of sitting on my ass in one bed or another, getting test after test, they never did clean or dress the wound I went in there for.
There's a reason I've spent 30+ years avoiding the fuck out of doctors!
Anyway, IDK when I'll update next; I'll be staying at GK's for a few days afterward, but I may be sacked out and doing the minimum.
Take care! Think good thoughts for me. Love you all.
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