February 28, 2010
My Health Isn’t So Great…
I say that laying in a hospital bed at 2:03 am. I’m rather pissed as I lay here. I asked my nurse at 9:30 if my catheter bag should be emptied. She replied, “Wanda will be around later to do that”. I suppose she was too good to empty it herself. Later has come and gone. I still lay here. No one has graced my presence since 9:30. They are supposed to come get my vitals every 4 hours (or so I was told the other day), so I guess we’ll see when they finally do show up again. I’m really not sure whether or not I should be a bitch about it, or simply go empty the bag myself and make sure to tell them I HAD to do so because it was almost completely full and the catheter was getting very uncomfortable.
I’m not a very happy person tonight anyway. My surgeon popped in to see me for a whole 2 minutes earlier in the evening. He saw the wheelchair in my room and got huffy about me going outside to smoke. He simply said that if the nurses told him I was leaving this floor that he would have me discharged, and he took the wheelchair and left the room. That crushed me. I waited all morning for my husband to come see me so he could push me out to smoke. I wanted to leave this room. I wanted to get out of this bed!!!! So, I guess I won’t get to do any of that now. I’ll stay in this bed ALL day and all night long. I’ll push the nurse call button every time I want any little thing. (Although from the beginning of this post, it seems like I’d be half dead before they’d come in here, huh!?!).
Take me home! I want to be well enough to get out of this damn bed. I’m sick and tired of hurting all the time!
What’s wrong with me?!?! I have MRSA. What’s that?? That’s a type of staph infection that is resistant to antibiotics! I’ve had about 5 out breaks of MRSA within the last 2-3 months now. The first few rounds were treated with a really strong (and expensive) antibiotic called Zyvox. It cost our insurance company $1720.00 for 20 pills. Yep, 10 days worth of antibiotics was almost two thousand bucks. I took Zyvox three times. It worked great. It cleared up the nasty staph infection, while I was taking it. When I was done with the medication, it came right back. Yay!
The last time… my doctor chose to give me a different type of antibiotics. She actually tried this kind the first time, but my culture showed the MRSA was resistant to it (remember, MRSA is a resistant staph infection, meaning it’s resistant to MOST antibiotics). But this time, she upped the dose to a very large milligram. After taking that for 5-6 days and laying in bed in pain for 2 of those days, I called her and told her that antibiotic was NOT working. I was miserable. I couldn’t sit down (oh yeah, did I mention the MRSA was all over and around my rear end?!?!). I had laid in bed for 2 days because I was in so much pain. The receptionist relayed my message to my doctor who then told the receptionist to tell me to continue taking my antibiotics. Ok, look… seriously!? This was my 4th out break of MRSA within a couple months time. I’d taken 3 rounds of Zyvox and that stuff works pretty well, pretty quick. I could definitely tell that the current antibiotics were NOT working. In fact, I told the receptionist that I was getting WORSE, NOT better. I was simply pushed aside and told to continue taking my medication. Ok.
The next day, when I got out of bed and tried to walk… well, let’s just say I felt like I was dying! I was crying hysterically. I was in SEVERE pain. My husband called the dr’s office this time. He was on the phone all of 1 minute, and I had an appointment the next day. When I went in and was crying when the doctor came in, she seemed rather surprised that my whole rear was abscessed… while I was taking antibiotics the whole time, mind you. DUH! She sent me next door to the surgeon, Dr. Eason.
Now, Dr. Eason is the one I told you about earlier that came in and told me I’m not allowed off the floor or he’ll discharge me. Whatever. I’m ready to go home anyway.
They’re still trying to get my sugar levels under control, which they do pretty well here. I guess they’re only keeping me to get IV antibiotics. But dang, send the IV stuff home with me. I’ve seen an infectious disease doctor, and he thinks we can get rid of this nasty MRSA. I hope they can. It’s horrible. I am way beyond depressed.
Anyway… it’s now been 5 hours since anyone has been in my room. I feel like I need to pee really bad. But, I can’t! I have a catheter!! I’m wondering who exactly I can call to get someone in trouble. Is that bad? After all the crap I’ve been through with this MRSA, I’m ready to be a bitch to anyone and everyone.
Oh yeah, this is my second operation & hospital stay in the last couple weeks. He operated on the large area of abscess last week in a different hospital. While I was taking the new antibiotics he gave me, and was home recovering from surgery… I broke out again!
This time, he removed one large abscess on my rear, one large area on my inner thigh, and an infected area on my middle finger. Oh, yeah… and about 11 or 12 other small boils that had popped up ALL over me… pretty much on my rear end.
I’m not one to be serious when I say “kill me now so I won’t have to suffer” but my God, one person can only take SO much… and I’ve had my fill, thanks!!!
