Urgent Care Meditation

If we have to be chronically ill, we should at least be granted a ‘get out of jail free’ card when it comes to colds, stomach viruses, strep, the flu, etc… ugh. Oh well. Feel even crappier than usual, but there’s no use getting upset over it.

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Breathe in strength; breathe out bullsh*t” 👌🏼

 

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Never underestimate the power of a few words. This week has been beyond difficult, but I have the best PCP and role model in the whole world. She gives me hope.

REX Hospital (Mis)Adventures

IMG_3409So, here’s a little story about when I went to REX hospital to get a new feeding tube placed after losing mine earlier this week.

First, a little backstory: When it fell out (more like when it was RIPPED out as I fell down the stairs), I covered the stoma in a sterile dressing and headed straight to WakeMed North where I met Hillary. I straight up asked the nurses there if this was something they were equip to handle, and they suggested we head to REX instead where my surgery was done. I thought that sounded like a great idea, and so off we went.

We waited in the REX ER for hours before they brought me back. It was another two hours of lying in the bed until they informed us they had no idea what to do and that I should just call my surgeon in the morning. I asked if they would contact the on-call surgeon or at least give me something to stick in my stoma so my newly-established tract would not close, but they offered no help and said it should be fine. New to the feeding tube world, I did not really question their judgement. I mean, these were doctors…at the hospital in which I had my surgery…they knew what they were doing, right? So off we went back to College Inn. In the morning, I called my surgeon’s office, and was scheduled to go to Interventional Radiology today (July 30th) so they could slide a new tube in.

Upon arriving at the hospital, they got me registered, started an IV, hooked me up to all the monitors, and rolled me in to the ‘operating’ room. I was transported on to the table and strapped down. It wasn’t until that point that someone decided to remove the bandage to see what they would be working with (aka my stoma/intestinal tract). The doctor carefully peeled back the bandage…and then I heard him curse. He began yelling at the nurses and other physicians & technicians in the room, demanding to know why no one had checked this before.

The stoma and tract was so new, it had completely closed up!

Guess what that means for me? Yet another major laparoscopic j-tube surgery, as if the first one never happened at all. I have to go through it all over again, just because the ER wouldn’t help and thought it would be “okay” despite my objections and pleading for a second opinion.

The above picture is our “wtf, really?” faces from when we got back in the car after this whole ordeal. I tried to laugh and joke about it at first, but now that I’m back at the apartment and alone, I cannot help but cry. The fun just never ends…

Post Appointment Thoughts…

I’m really worried about Sharon.  She just seems so stressed and worn lately.  Maybe I’m reading too much into it…I tend to overanalyze people’s expressions, body language, tone, etc., especially when it’s someone I care for deeply.  But she just seems so exhausted. Older, somehow.  I don’t like what this new place is doing to her…

E.R. Trip

So, in case you did not read my last post, last night Mrs. K took me to the E.R. because my pupils were acting freaky and migraine was out of this world.

And the conclusion is…drum roll please!

…we don’t know.

The doctor ordered a head CT and shined a bunch of annoying lights in my eyes and a team of neurologists was consulted. CT came back normal (praise God!), but my pupil was still blown and unresponsive. Hmm…

I must say, I went to the hospital kicking and screaming (not literally or they probably would have sent me to a different ward entirely), but it was the absolute best E.R. experience I have ever had. The nurse was super sweet yet mega sarcastic- a perfect combination if I do say so myself. 😉 She talked to us about the woes and joys of nursing school and her IV stick was almost painless. The tech who wheeled me to the CT was hilarious. She kept crashing my gurney into the doors and walls (this with vertigo made for one crazy ride) and told me all about how she passed out on her first day on the job and got admitted. While waiting for the scan, she danced for me…making her own theme music, of course. And the doctor, Dr. McShane? Wow. He was nothing short of a godsend. From the very moment he walked through the door of my hospital room, he had me smiling and laughing. He was incredibly thorough, got a complete history and listened to what I had to say. He also called my neurologist, Dr. Matthews, to let him know what was happening. He wrote a prescription for Stadol to get me through the week. He even googled my conditions!!! (anyone out there with a chronic illness knows just how HUGE this seemingly small act truly is). Just…wow. Thank you, Lord, for Dr. McShane. What a blessing he was!

So, anyway…they gave me Stadol for the pain, told me to follow up with Dr. Matthews (I have an appointment with him on the 19th), and “come back if it gets worse.”

My pupils are still fifty shades of crazy and my head is back to killing me, but the fact that the CT scan came back normal puts my mind at ease. I guess I’ll know more after my appointment Thursday.

Haven’t told my parents about this yet (they are out of town) because I do not want to worry them unnecessarily. They’re coming home tonight…if I still look the way I do now, I won’t have to say much…

-Cassidy

PS- Here are some ER selfies. It’s kind of our tradition… 😉

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Sphenopalatine Ganglion Nerve Block

Had my first sphenopalatine ganglion nerve block procedure today! Screen Shot 2017-04-03 at 1.36.05 PMIt is a VERY new procedure…so new that the doctor who was performing it was still learning. I was a little bit nervous…until I looked over to see my neurologist, Dr. Matthews, standing there with a big smile on. I ran up and hugged him and he kissed the top of my head and said I was gonna do great. I love that man more than words can say. He is like an uncle to me, and I am so blessed. These are the temperature strips they put on my face for the procedure… 🙂