Last week was pretty eventful. I was released from the hospital with a picc line for IV nutrition and home health coming in. I was on clear liquids only, but was being given 2000 calories from a bag into my picc line that had to run for 18 hours a day. Receiving the picc line was a horrible experience, but it meant I was going home so I was brave... kinda.
Home and anniversary
The first few days of being home was nice. Brandon and I had our 17th wedding anniversary on the 12th, he bought me a new iPhone and I think we had ice cream :) I seriously can't believe we have been married for 17 years, I feel like the luckiest girl to have such a great husband. I know that Brandon has a lot on his mind right now as he's trying to understand all my conditions and treatments and still be a father to 5 children AND make sure Camera Shy is keeping things up to my standards. He does all of this and still finds days that he can spend the entire day with me at the hospital. Love you Bran- I'm sorry this is happening, but thank you for everything.
On Wednesday I started having a pain in my stomach that wasn't something I had ever felt before. The pain was then followed with a fever and chills. I called the doctor and he figured the pain was from the surgery and he worried the fever and chills was from a blood clot by my picc line. I went in and and had an ultrasound done on my arm and sure enough I had a blood clot in my upper arm (smart doctor). He sent me home and began treating me with blood thinners. I had a bunch of blood drawn and the next day found out that my blood was showing that I might have an infection. The end of the week Brandon and I spent the majority of our time going back and forth from the hospital, meeting with the doctor, and having blood drawn.
Sunday came around and I was feeling pretty sick and I was maxed out on my Tylenol. Suzy and Kelly came to my house and drove me to LDS ER and I was prepped for a CT scan. Luckily my doctor was on call that night and was able to give orders to the ER doctor. My scan came back showing that I had a blood clot near my surgery site. I was then admitted back into the hospital and now I sit here trying to get rid of these blood clots. My dreadful picc line was removed from my arm last week because my doctor thought maybe I had an infection from it- I was soooo excited when the nurse showed up at my house to take it out. I swore up and down that I would never get another picc line ever again.... I got my second picc line the day I was re-admitted. ERGH! This line was a lot easier to have put in, I'm thinking the request for Valium was a good idea. I just gave my doctor the death stare- I'm sure I'm super scary :)
So now I'm just waiting here at the hospital trying to get my blood levels stable. I may have to get another blood transfusion, but we'll see. The doctor doesn't want to send me home on IV nutrition this time so I need to eat before I can leave. I'm not much of a food person lately ( I wonder why ) but I'm willing to do anything to get the heck out of here. On the plus side- the doctors and nurses have all been wonderful. Everyone here remembers my name and apparently I'm an easy patient to care for :) I'm sure I'm going to make a lot of new friends on this journey to wellness.
Thank you everyone! I love you all! I hope you enjoy my pictures :)
|We're cute :)|
|This is a picc line- not scary at all. Ha!|
|You know you're jealous of my |
breakfast, lunch, and dinner
|I'm out of my mind bored!|