Sep 08, 2012 - 12:34 pm
Well, the insurance company, secure in it's knowledge that it knows my medical condition better than my doctor or myself, decided it was time to go home yesterday. So I was discharged with a fever of 100.7, oxygen level of 85 on room air, a persistent case of diarrhea, and with metabolic readings still out of whack. I'm probably also dehydrated from the diarrhea, but I'm going to blame the head nurse for that and not the insurance company. I asked several times if we could check to see if I was and finally she snapped that I wasn't going to get any fluids because my labs didn't indicate a hydration problem.
I got home and settled in before the home care nurse came in and then the guy with my oxygen machine and portable canisters. I've said for years that I love to suck air out of a can, but I meant a SCUBA tank and not this! Spent the evening dozing, reading the boards and watching TV before going to sleep. Just like at the hospital, I could only manage sleep in 2 - 4 hour chunks before waking up. Probably a routine I'll have to get used to.
Now, it's time for me to gradually watch my nice, cozy bedroom convert into a hospital room. I'll have to make a space for the oxygen machine and put the small cans of air in the closet like so many verticle bottles of wine. I just wonder how long it's going to be before the IV pole migrates out of the closet and begins sprouting it's bags of fruit.