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Osiyo my friends!
I had to stay in the hospital an extra day because of complications I blame directly on the damned hospital beds.
Thursday my Dr. implanted the temporary catheter, didnt know they went in nearly 14-16, and set the temporary pump at 0.5 micrograms a liter on 0.5 mg/L- a continuous flow that didnt control my pain all that well even though it was being supplemented with a lesser dose of my usual oral pain meds.
From Home - Online Encyclopedia http://en.mimi.hu/index.html
micrograms per liter (mg/L) One microgram of a substance dissolved in each liter of water. This unit is equal to parts per billion (ppb) since one liter of water is equal in weight to one billion micrograms.
micron (MY-kron). A unit of length.
When he came by Friday morning he gave orders to set the pump up to 0.7 mg/L and told me he wanted me up walking as much as possible so Barbie pushed the temporary pump and I pushed my rollator and we made the circuit around the hospitals inside corridor three times, which didnt seem all that far seeing as how we had walked a good ¾ mile at the zoo Wednesday, a week before the pain pump trial....
Saturday morning when I first woke up I was fine, actually the best I had been in a long time! I used my cane and pushed the pain pump into the bathroom to take care of morning necessities, washed my face and hands and made it back to the bed. I ate a bit of breakfast when it came about 8:00 a.m. (they are remodeling the hospital and the kitchen is down so all of the food is being catered in. I had three really decent meals all the time I was there, beef lasagna for lunch one day and baked salmon the next, and a chef salad Sunday just before I got to come home, sure wasnt up to their usual wonderful fare!)
but then something happened, I dont know whether I moved wrong or what but my pain level went to a steady 9 with frequent spikes to a level 10 and I think if I had access to a gun I would have ended it all right then and there in spite of my beliefs and how much I know it would hurt my family and friends it hurt so damned bad!
What made it really horrible was that my Dr. didnt make it in until a bit after 1:00 p.m. so something could be done about the horrible pain! When he did make it in and saw me in that condition it didnt take him long at all to order my pump upped to 1.0 mg/L and had the nurse draw me up a rather large dose of morphine to inject in my I.V. port. She had to put in a fifth of it at a time in order to keep from sending me over the edge into loopy land for which I was grateful. I dont mind taking drugs for pain but I dont like it at all when I get loopy!
But the helluvit was that even with such a large dose of morphine it hardly eased my pain at all. I didnt know what to do! I tried setting up in the small recliner they have in the rooms hoping that would ease the pain some but didnt. I got back in the damned hospital bed and centered myself enough that I could talk to my Barbie and ask her to bring up our firm foam pad that saved my arse when we had to sleep on the Army cots at the shelter for almost a week back in December which she agreed to do asap because she knew how bad off I was!
Shortly after she left I called for help to try and get me back in the recliner, which I forced myself to do. I figured maybe if I could move and stretch a little it might help me in the long run, which it did as I was able to regain a bit more movement than I had before even though it did hurt like hell, wasnt any if much worse than laying in that hard hospital bed!
I sat there quite a while because I was still there when Barbie made it back with the foam pad that she and her sister immediately slid under my sheet.
Then my nurse came in bringing my supper tray that I refused the same as I had my lunch tray, just hurt to bad to eat or worry about eating. Then shortly after she brought in some more pills for me too take, seemed like they were always bringing me some damned pills. I asked her if I could have something for nausea and she told me I was probably nauseous because I hadnt eaten anything so she brought me some soda crackers and a carton of pudding to take my pills with, some are so damned big I cant get them down with just a liquid. So I ate a couple of crackers and about half the pudding and took the meds, went to the bathroom and then crawled back into bed.
The foam pad was heavenly, I told Barbie she didnt need to hang around and watch me hurt and maybe sleep so she kissed me and told me she would see me in the morning and left.
After she left I prayed fervently that to either let me wake up as good as I had been when I came into the hospital or take me home!!!!
Sunday morning I woke up much, much, better and like usual when I feel good I over did things and used my cane and pushed my pain pump into the bathroom like I had been doing before I got so bad and had to use my rollator to get in there and back but it wasnt too awfully bad, just hurt more than it wouldve had I of used my rollator.
It wasnt long after that my Dr. came in and saw that I was very much improved and told me that the pain pump trial was a success! I told him that I was scheduled to come in the next Thursday, the 27th, to have it permanently installed and he told me that he was going to be out of town that day and to call and have it rescheduled.
I had to lay flat for 3 to 4 hours after having the catheter removed so I called Barbie and told her there wasnt any use of coming up until noon because it would be after then that I could be released.
After coming home yesterday I was absolutely beat and layed down and slept until Barbie woke me for supper and shortly after I ate I layed down again. And today Ive still been out of it and just got online a bit ago.
Im really looking forward to having the pain pump put in permanently as I think my Dr. is going to increase the dosage a bit more than it was in the hospital and then I go in once a week for a couple of weeks at least to have it adjusted further up yet. My Dr. said I should be doing really well with it and I know if its better than it was Sunday it should be good indeed!
I had to stay in the hospital an extra day because of complications I blame directly on the damned hospital beds.
Thursday my Dr. implanted the temporary catheter, didnt know they went in nearly 14-16, and set the temporary pump at 0.5 micrograms a liter on 0.5 mg/L- a continuous flow that didnt control my pain all that well even though it was being supplemented with a lesser dose of my usual oral pain meds.
From Home - Online Encyclopedia http://en.mimi.hu/index.html
micrograms per liter (mg/L) One microgram of a substance dissolved in each liter of water. This unit is equal to parts per billion (ppb) since one liter of water is equal in weight to one billion micrograms.
micron (MY-kron). A unit of length.
When he came by Friday morning he gave orders to set the pump up to 0.7 mg/L and told me he wanted me up walking as much as possible so Barbie pushed the temporary pump and I pushed my rollator and we made the circuit around the hospitals inside corridor three times, which didnt seem all that far seeing as how we had walked a good ¾ mile at the zoo Wednesday, a week before the pain pump trial....
Saturday morning when I first woke up I was fine, actually the best I had been in a long time! I used my cane and pushed the pain pump into the bathroom to take care of morning necessities, washed my face and hands and made it back to the bed. I ate a bit of breakfast when it came about 8:00 a.m. (they are remodeling the hospital and the kitchen is down so all of the food is being catered in. I had three really decent meals all the time I was there, beef lasagna for lunch one day and baked salmon the next, and a chef salad Sunday just before I got to come home, sure wasnt up to their usual wonderful fare!)
but then something happened, I dont know whether I moved wrong or what but my pain level went to a steady 9 with frequent spikes to a level 10 and I think if I had access to a gun I would have ended it all right then and there in spite of my beliefs and how much I know it would hurt my family and friends it hurt so damned bad!
What made it really horrible was that my Dr. didnt make it in until a bit after 1:00 p.m. so something could be done about the horrible pain! When he did make it in and saw me in that condition it didnt take him long at all to order my pump upped to 1.0 mg/L and had the nurse draw me up a rather large dose of morphine to inject in my I.V. port. She had to put in a fifth of it at a time in order to keep from sending me over the edge into loopy land for which I was grateful. I dont mind taking drugs for pain but I dont like it at all when I get loopy!
But the helluvit was that even with such a large dose of morphine it hardly eased my pain at all. I didnt know what to do! I tried setting up in the small recliner they have in the rooms hoping that would ease the pain some but didnt. I got back in the damned hospital bed and centered myself enough that I could talk to my Barbie and ask her to bring up our firm foam pad that saved my arse when we had to sleep on the Army cots at the shelter for almost a week back in December which she agreed to do asap because she knew how bad off I was!
Shortly after she left I called for help to try and get me back in the recliner, which I forced myself to do. I figured maybe if I could move and stretch a little it might help me in the long run, which it did as I was able to regain a bit more movement than I had before even though it did hurt like hell, wasnt any if much worse than laying in that hard hospital bed!
I sat there quite a while because I was still there when Barbie made it back with the foam pad that she and her sister immediately slid under my sheet.
Then my nurse came in bringing my supper tray that I refused the same as I had my lunch tray, just hurt to bad to eat or worry about eating. Then shortly after she brought in some more pills for me too take, seemed like they were always bringing me some damned pills. I asked her if I could have something for nausea and she told me I was probably nauseous because I hadnt eaten anything so she brought me some soda crackers and a carton of pudding to take my pills with, some are so damned big I cant get them down with just a liquid. So I ate a couple of crackers and about half the pudding and took the meds, went to the bathroom and then crawled back into bed.
The foam pad was heavenly, I told Barbie she didnt need to hang around and watch me hurt and maybe sleep so she kissed me and told me she would see me in the morning and left.
After she left I prayed fervently that to either let me wake up as good as I had been when I came into the hospital or take me home!!!!
Sunday morning I woke up much, much, better and like usual when I feel good I over did things and used my cane and pushed my pain pump into the bathroom like I had been doing before I got so bad and had to use my rollator to get in there and back but it wasnt too awfully bad, just hurt more than it wouldve had I of used my rollator.
It wasnt long after that my Dr. came in and saw that I was very much improved and told me that the pain pump trial was a success! I told him that I was scheduled to come in the next Thursday, the 27th, to have it permanently installed and he told me that he was going to be out of town that day and to call and have it rescheduled.
I had to lay flat for 3 to 4 hours after having the catheter removed so I called Barbie and told her there wasnt any use of coming up until noon because it would be after then that I could be released.
After coming home yesterday I was absolutely beat and layed down and slept until Barbie woke me for supper and shortly after I ate I layed down again. And today Ive still been out of it and just got online a bit ago.
Im really looking forward to having the pain pump put in permanently as I think my Dr. is going to increase the dosage a bit more than it was in the hospital and then I go in once a week for a couple of weeks at least to have it adjusted further up yet. My Dr. said I should be doing really well with it and I know if its better than it was Sunday it should be good indeed!
Like I told the psychiatrist when I went for the required mental checkup to even take the trial, "If you get where you can't laugh about the pain and your situation you had just as well give up because you have already lost the battle." 
