So it’s kind of protocol that when you come in for pneumonia or the like and are confined to bed, you are prescribed heparin shots to prevent clots forming in your legs. A DVT on top of the underlying lung issues would not be fun, and I’m all “YAY” for preventing that. However, I also know (from nursing school) that it *is* protocol and that once I’m able to be up and moving around I can safely decline said heparin shots. This time, I’ve been in bed a lot and just got the shots and didn’t start to decline them until yesterday. I’d also had the car ride earlier in the week, so I was a little nervous about clots to tell the truth, and they don’t really bother me that much.
At any rate, my belly looks like a punching bag because they always give the shots in the belly. This is bad enough, because it really is just like a bruise and only hurts if someone pushes on it and that doesn’t happen often so it’s not horrible really… but what *is* horrible is that I keep seeping blood and it’s been two days and it still won’t stop. I keep getting huge blood stains all over my shirts and my bedclothes and such, and it’s totally bumming me out. I’ve sprung a leak!
Also, I’ve been retaining fluids all week like crazy. Seriously. Like I’ve gained 10 more lbs just in water weight since last weekend. Well, overnight and this morning I seem to be finally peeing it all off and I am seriously LITERALLY peeing every five minutes. LITERALLY, people! You know I don’t use that word lightly! Like, I’ve had to pause writing this post three times now to go pee. Okay, once was for a nurse interruption and twice to pee. But still. I’ve sprung TWO leaks!
As you can probably surmise, I’m in a crazy giddy good mood today. I’m going home! I’m always giddy on go-home days! Of course, I am fairly certain that it was 90 degrees when I left home, and I’m sure I left my air conditioner on. It is now somewhere in the neighborhood of 45, and all I have to wear are tee shirts and pjs. Oh well. My little guy has learned how to skype and he finds me on his cousin’s account every morning and asks if we can go home yet. He has been at grandma’s house for waaaaay past his comfort zone limit and he is so ready to come home. They both are, but the younger one more than the Brudder. If I can’t make it to get them tonight, I’ll have to do it first thing in the morning. They can’t wait another day.
On the bright side, this has gotten me out of that pesky obligation to go to Chicago for Daddy visits this weekend! I’m far too weak and tired for that. On the down side, I am also having to cancel the beach trip that my daughter and I were going to take next weekend for her sixteenth birthday. I was hoping to meet up with some Imaginary Internet Friends and had a great weekend all planned, but they’ll have to go without me. I’m just not up for it. BUT! After next weekend, I’ll have a daughter who can drive! That will come in handy, I’m sure. When I was sixteen I would run any errand for my mom just because I loved to drive that much. I still do, really, and that sparks half my road tripping. I enjoy the journey as much as the destination. But I’m kind of crazy that way. I hope she will be too, I could use an errand runner most days.
Okay, I’m out for now because I”m just waiting for a doctor to come and write me some discharge papers. I can’t wait!
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