Why I Hate Hospitals.....

I don't care if you are in a hospital for one day, two days or a week, hospitals are terrible places to be stuck in.  Not only are the corridors noisy but, like what happened to me, every damn hour someone was coming in and wanted something from me.  Either they wanted my blood (and I think I had enough taken in two days to say, with confidence, that it amounted to about half my blood volume.  Sheesh!

I kept trying to sleep and sometimes it was an alarm that went off and, since I was asleep, I was unaware of the fact that I had stopped the flow somehow.  Of course, that meant they just HAD to wake me to tell me that I needed to do this or that so no alarm would go off.  

I never did understand why, when they are changing the medication you are receiving, they have to wake you to let you know you are getting new stuff.  I mean, so what?  Just change the damn bag and leave.  I'll notice when I wake up.....later.

The nurses at our hospital are really nice gals (and a couple guys).  Don't get me wrong.  I just get cranky when I am tired and not being allowed to sleep.  When I finally brought this up to the nurse in charge on this one shift, the news spread and I was allowed to sleep except if blood needed to be drawn.  For that, they wanted me to be awake.   

Why did I end up in the hospital, you ask?  I started falling down....suddenly.  I would be upright one moment and then....crash.....I was down.  I hit my face the first time it happened when I was helping the Beast fold a blanket.  The second time, I was breaking up some hot biscuits so he could add the gravy and....crash....I even pulled down the dishes and broke them.  There was broken dishes and biscuits all over the floor.

The third time, I just went to grab some small plates so we could have some strawberries over pound cake and I went down...again....and broke two cereal bowls.  More broken dishes.  *Sigh*
 Later on, I fell again in my computer room and, although I was in my desk chair when the Beast got to my door, that was when he said he HAD to take me to emergency and find out what was causing that.

Turns out it was a series of problems.  I was dehydrated.  My sodium level was very low.  My hemoglobin was 50% of what it should have been (it was a six, should have been 12).  My iron, which is part of what makes that hemoglobin go up, was atrocious.  I won't go into the tortures I endured but my hemoglobin is just at 10 now and I am on iron pills.  I have to see a hemotologist but don't know when just yet.  The hospital is supposed to call me and let me know.  I keep ending up with more and more doctors.  *Sheesh*!

I also ended up having another IBS attack in the hospital.  I told the doctors that, by now, you would think they would have some kind of medication I could take to prevent this.   The doctor's reply?  *You can double up on your probiotics.  That would helps.*  OMG!  Is that man for real??

Well, bedtime for bonzo here.  I am exhausted and the Beast tells me it's going down into the 20's tonight.  Figures.  It was actually 59 degrees when the Beast picked me up from the hospital.  Felt damn warm to me....LOL.

Love you all.  Have a great Sunday.  ***Hugs***