CynthiaWVirginia -> RE: bo rushed to emergency room because... (7/24/2013 7:48:31 PM)
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Thank you. Reading this when I got home from bringing mom's kitten home from the vet helped me hold it together while I started phoning hospitals. I had no idea there were so very many in the Charleston area. bo was supposed to phone me, or have someone phone me, but he wasn't up to it. I kept imagining him driving himself there (takes a good hour and maybe twenty minutes) and having a car crash. I almost phoned the police first to see if they had scraped him off the road. Six hours with no word on where he was or if he was safe got me very upset. I finally reached where he was staying and rang the phone in his room. Yes, he drove himself. He's hooked up to all kinds of tubes and they've run an MRI to confirm he has an infection at the implant site in his abdomen. I don't know if the antibiotics are working and are what broke his fever, or if it was the Tylenol or whatever. Y'all are right, he's feeling no pain. He said soon after he arrived the IV's started and they gave him something that made him sleepy. His surgeon told him that they will check his blood either tonight or tomorrow to see how the infection is doing. If the antibiotics are not handling it, the surgeon says he will remove the entire implant. Period. (I wish we lived in Alabama and had a different surgeon.) He won't wash out the area and put it back in. bo's insurance has already told him it will not pay for another surgery to put it back in so soon. If ever. As things are, before this current problem, the co-pay on his past two surgeries are adding up to around $10,000. Now we have to add another hospital stay, an MRI, and probably another surgery to the bill. (Three surgeries, all for NOTHING.) With his debt (he's making payments) to the hospital that high, even if we switched from Humana after another year to something else, I don't even know if the hospital would allow it. (Probably will say he's in too much debt already from the other three surgeries.) It was good to hear his voice. His daughter doesn't even know he's in the hospital and I've asked him to remember to phone her tomorrow. I don't know if even his mother knows yet. The hospital is not allowing him to drink anything tonight and have given him laxative pills, getting him ready for surgery tomorrow if they decide he has to have it. On my own, I have no way of phoning her if something goes wrong. If he has to have surgery, I cannot drive both my minivan and his truck to his home. I'll need to be able to pick her up, take her to the hospital with me and drive his truck home. Maybe drive him home too, because he is very heat sensitive due to his past brain injury and my minivan has no AC. His truck does. I am so tired. Am eating my second meal of the day, 14 hours after my first meal of four boiled eggs and some tart cherry juice. It was a very hot day and I'm trying to re-hydrate. I'm going to try to sleep after I stay up long enough to drink another two glasses of fluids. My knees didn't get the rest they needed to recover from yesterday's spring cleaning and if I had to drive tonight, upon arrival and while trying to get out of the car...I'd probably need a walker so that I wouldn't do a face splat on some hard pavement. I'm crying "Uncle" and will try to be reasonable and stay home for another day or two. If I can't sleep, at least I can be lying down, resting my body if nothing else. After the first surgery, when the pump blew out of his abdominal (?) wall and they were telling him they might have to remove the entire device (it comes in three parts), he almost broke up with me. Said that he was just an "old, broken down, used up coal miner" and that I should find someone better. I don't know how I'm going to deal with his depression, and my own, if he has to endure another surgery. Btw, I've had an implant (that Portacath I mentioned earlier. It's to help them give me chemos without burning out my veins) for 12 years now without one single problem arising from it. Not even when I "forgot" to get my heparin shots for seven months straight. Not even when the hospital had some f*d up needles that punched through my skin but wouldn't penetrate the implant. (After three needles, I told the nurse to please do what I used to do at the veterinary clinic when I was cleaning old needles for the autoclave...I tested the needle tip by running cotton over it. If it snagged, I tossed it out.) After several more tries with cotton, we found a good one and she used it, lol. I've also had metal plates and screws put into my right leg, an "implant" of sorts...? I've never had any infections or problems with it. It's unfair that bo's had two bad things happen from this one surgery he was supposed to have. I meant to go over to Fet to add bo onto a prayer list but I think I'm losing coherence again. Sleep dep is making the room kinda do a soft tumble, and like the mysteries of the world can be solved by staring at this postage stamp on an envelope in front of me. (I hope I don't completely devolve into sheer babbling.) Again, thank you DesFip, SeekingTrinity, and kiwisub12. You've helped a lot and I appreciate it. (Sorry if anyone else posted afterward, because I've been typing this for well over an hour now and am too tired to read more tonight.)
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