ICU is no place for little kids and babies...I get so sad thinking about that. And I know 2 people who had preemie babies and they were in a long time before they were ready to go home.Bob, great you're back. I worked in hospitals over 30 years before I retired. Sometimes ICU is long term & "maybe you'll make it & maybe you won't", but there are miracles in there too. Have seen tiny little kids in Peds ICU, literally the size of your palm, and they make it. I think you were in good hands.
Wow....that's tough. Hope you can stay far away from hospitals for a long while!Bob glad you're doing better, glad you had someone to watch out for you.
I spent 7 months in 5 different hospitals last year and I was thankful for a wonderful wife , daughter and mother in law to watch out for me.
I would get: new IV tubes installed, endless pokings looking for my veins (sometimes needing an ultrasound machine to find one), woken up and blood drawn 3 vials at a time at 5am, my bodily functions attended to, shots to prevent clots, insulin shots 3 times a day, fingers poked for sugar tests, the endoscopy camera down the gullet......every thing and I would thank them so much everytime*. No matter what. What else could you do?The staff are dedicated. When you are a patient for a long time, you become family to the staff....
Thank you Bob, I know about getting IV and they dont work, they ended up doing pick lines on me. Most food I ate was what family brought me. Orange sherbet and ice was all I could handle from hospital. Keep up the fight I never plan on going back.I would get: new IV tubes installed, endless pokings looking for my veins (sometimes needing an ultrasound machine to find one), woken up and blood drawn 3 vials at a time at 5am, my bodily functions attended to, shots to prevent clots, insulin shots 3 times a day, fingers poked for sugar tests, the endoscopy camera down the gullet......every thing and I would thank them so much everytime*. No matter what. What else could you do?
ps- *except when my food was withheld....mostly in confusion between doctors and staff about test results and the kitchen...those nice people threw away at least 4 trays of good stuff because of it.
I have to say, the food, when I chose it (instead of the house platters sent when I couldn't order) was pretty good. They said "restaurant quality" on the menu and not having anything to compare to, it wasn't bad. I was restricted somewhat because of diabetic changes from the steroids....I developed a taste for sugar free jello! And their steamed broccoli was good too. But everytime I ordered orange sherbet I was denied and got lemon ice .....not sure why. Sherbet was listed as a 1.5 on my carbohydrate scale and the ice was 1 or less for sugarless.Thank you Bob, I know about getting IV and they dont work, they ended up doing pick lines on me. Most food I ate was what family brought me. Orange sherbet and ice was all I could handle from hospital. Keep up the fight I never plan on going back.
Both my arms are absolutely black and blue, and also all across my stomach from the daily heparin shots to prevent blood clots.I HATE blood draws with a passion. I'm diabetic, so every 3 months visit my doc. Gotta get a blood draw before the next visit. I have rolling veins, so if they miss, I scream & we go from there.
I almost bled to death from multiple bleeding ulcers in January. I wasn't in IC for anywhere near as long as you were, but the stay was pretty miserable. The IV in one arm was for blood transfusions, and the IV in the other arm was for all kinds of stuff, often multiple bags dripping through multiple tubes. They stopped the bleeding by cauterizing the ulcers with endoscopes. I was back last week so they could do a scope to see if I was healing correctly. The answer was "sort of". I have to go back for another scope with some balloon action to work on an intestinal issue in 3 weeks. It wouldn't be so bad if this could be done in my doctor's office, but I have to check into the hospital, get back on an IV, and get knocked out with anesthesia before they shove that big tube down my throat.I got superstitious about ordering the small cheeseburger (better than you'd think it could be) when the 2 times I did it, my G.I. doctors would pull my food next day and talk about loss of hemoglobin, fixing bleeding ulcers with another endoscopy and and the like. Those didn't happen thankfully, but now I know I'm going to twitch next time I drive by a Mickey D's
The same thing happened to me thanks to Medicare, I finally had the doctor send me home, that will never happen again. Nursing home is now closed.One part of the story I would rather forget was the transfer to rehab.
The lady working for my entrance into rehab said she couldn't get me in one 15min from home because my insurance didn't cover it.
Then the one we wanted didn't have a bed for a male. So the third choice was made, 1/2 hr from home and an ambulance took me there. It was a nursing home. Once I got to the room, I was dumped in a bed next to a dying man who moaned all night, oxygen was hastily hooked up and I knew immediately I wasn't staying. But we were waiting for the necessary equipment to be sent to my home.
Then they failed to deliver so my 89 yo Dad had to pick them up. Then there was problems getting oxygen for home. Red tape, store's about to close, meanwhile the kitchen sent up a meal that would have killed me...never felt so low. Their doctor wasn't going to see me for 48 hours so heck with him.
Then at 5pm I was rescued. I signed myself out against medical advice and a nice nurse helped Mom & Dad wheel my a$$ out of there. Stress for all 3 of us was incredible. Then quick drive to my doctor (who was closed but waiting for me) and he checked my O2 levels and said I didn't need any oxygen - I was at a steady 93%. He gave some of my meds free and then on to the pharmacy for all of the rest of the pills.
Then finally to my house. Home, that's where the healing began.