In fact, it’s more like bleeeeeehhhhhhh.
Feeling fairly crappy at the moment. Probably need a shitload of sleep. I’m sleepier than your average fuck right now, yet I know that if I lay down, I won’t be able to sleep.
Instead. I will end up having to get up just so I can breathe right and then spend time on the edge of my bed trying to force all the used air out of my lungs and going through the waves of crushing despair that come with it.
Damn I hope getting CPAP working will save me from all this crap.
More medical madness
To recap, yesterday, during my IV antibiotic treatment, I consulted with a doctor and she decided to transfer my case to the Infectious Diseases Department.
Which is also called the IV Antibiotic Ward. Whatever.
So that’s where I went this morning. First weird thing : I had to take a number and go through Admitting just to go there,
Things have gotten way more formal due to Covid, it seems. First the Covid screener at the front door, then the Information Desk to point me to my next step, then Admitting..
They print me a familiar looking pinky-purple form and I am on my way.
Things are a little more loose in the ward, which is way at the end of a long corridor. At first I couldn’t even figure out where reception was.
But that got sorted, I got seated, a nurse came along. Decided my IV port was old an busted so she removed it and put in a new one.
And she had this super cool gizmo to help her. It was a light that shone on a patch of my arm that made all my veins glow.
Far fuckin’ out, man.
That done, she hooked me up, and then removed the dressing on my wound… and walked away. WTF?
Oh, it was because she knew the doctor, Doctor Kwok (snrt), would want to see it. Still, having it hanging out there all exposed and gross made me feel oddly vulnerable.
Eventually the doctor took a look and decided it was time for this frigging thing to be referred to the wound care nurse.
Her name was Maria and I like her. She was sweet and very careful not to hurt me.
That means a lot to me.
She spent a lot of time “debriding” my wound, which basically means removing all the dead bits and other junk from the wound to help it heal faster.
Like the previous time I was going to the hospital for a hideous wound on my leg caused by a massive infection that appeared out of nowhere (!), there is a stubborn little bubble in the wound that is full of fluid and still very much alive and ouchy.
She managed to get a lot of the fluid out (ick, but yay) so it’s not as swollen. She will give it another shot when I see her tomorrow at 1:30 PM.
Yes, I stupidly said yes when asked if I could see her at 1:30 PM, completely forgetting that I have therapy between 1 and 2 pm tomorrow.
D’oh! I will have to call one and reschedule. Probably the therapy.
It’s so complicated being me!
More after the break.
Wrong dwarf entirely
Got sleepy when I should have been hungry again. [1]
As a result, I am only getting around to eating at 9:15 PM. Which is a tad late, seeing as I will be having my midnight snack at… well, midnight.
Oh well. At least my appetite has been pretty good lately, which is a relief. So who knows, I might have enough hunger for both.
And if not, well, whatever I don’t finish will keep.
Took care of the scheduling conflict between the hospital and my therapist. LEft my therapist a voice mail.
Ball’s in his court regarding getting said message before tomorrow’s session. But maybe I will email him as well to make sure my ass is fully covered.
As require by law. Dammit./ I’d love to show off my big bear bum un public.
As a gay man, it would be a form of advertising. All this could be yours!
Coda to today’s medical misadventure : there had been no parking available when Julian dropped me off. And I knew this, and thus knew there was a very good chance he would not be in the parking lot when I was done.
Nevertheless, I stupidly circled the parking lot looking for the family vehicle in the hot sun when I should have just called Julian and asked where he was.
Honestly, I think part of me just wanted to get out in the fresh air and sunlight an get a little bit of exercise for once.
I should listen to that part of me way, way more often. It knows what I need to be healthy even if the rest of me is too numb from depression to tell me.
Never been any good at listening to my body. I know it will tell me what it wants and what it needs if I slow down enough and turn down the chatter in my monkey brain enough just to listen.
That’s more wisdom from my Seventies childhood, by the way.
But it’s true. In a state of nature we are guided by our cravings. They are how our bodies ensure they get what they need.
It’s not like cavemen had diet and nutrition apps.
Presumably, when their body was low on something, they craved it so they went out an got it. Simple.
But in the modern world, we have junk food messing things up. As supra-normal stimuli, they make us prefer them over food with actual nutrition, and so a lot of people (most, possibly) are rocking multiple vitamin deficiencies and don’t even know it.
The real killer app would be one that can give you an exact reading on what nutrients your body needs right now and offers suggestions as to what foods you could eat to fix that right away.
Imagine a world where our bodies always have all they need. Entire categories of mild ailments (and some majors ones too) could be wiped out.
Man, junk food ruins everything.
Now leave me to my cookies.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.