feelin better

I wonna thank everyone so much for their prayers. Im feeling better walking more and the DR said i can go home Monday. Sherri i know what you are talkin about going home im sitting here watchin the snow and wantin to be home. I dont like other people takin care of me its really hard and to let all your modesty go out the window. But everyone stay warm and safe and thank you again

Hi! I'm sorry that you had some problems and they kept you in the hospital longer than you had expected. I know how very frustrating that can be. I sure never expected to be hospitalized for 4 weeks back in October when I had Bill call the ambulance. Of course, when they wheeled me into surgery and I kissed Bill bye, I never dreamed that would be the last time I saw his face for 9 days...or that it could have very well been the last time. I also know how humiliating it can be to have to depend on the nurses for every little thing that you use to take for granted. When I was awaken from my coma, I had no bowel control at all...and I certainly couldn't get out of bed to sit on the toilet. One nurse could clean me up alone after the first week..but that first week? It would take a minimum of 3 nurses ...and their actions would usually be just enough to prompt another round. All I could do was lay there and apologize. I know I had to be ten shades of red. There was nothing I could do about it however. I don't know how much you are having to depend on the nurses in your situation...but like me, you will get through it. And no..you have no modesty left...but you know? They see that sort of thing every day. I was embarassed that these 20-somethings were having to take care of me. Those in their 40's and more, I figured they see pretty much the same thing when they look in the mirror...lol. Well...their girls probably aren't quite sagging as much as mine! During that time period, I also could feed myself anything that required a spoon. Dietary would put down my tray and I couldn't even lift off the lids to see what they brought. I couldn't feed myself..I couldn't wipe/bathe myself....I couldn't walk...I couldn't even pick up the hospitals phone (it was too heavy!). I could think though...and that is what I had to adjust and learn to quit being so embarassed by asking for help for all that I could not do. There was one day that I tried to hold off on the pain meds till after the physical therapist came so I could be more alert. BIG mistake! As the pain escalated, so did my breathing difficulties...and then my bowels gave way. I had in my room all at the same time: 3 nurses/techs (to clean me up...with my daughter assisting and my husband trying to stay out of the way), a respritory therapist, 2 physical therapist (they were there to do the wound-vac change instead of getting me up...which meant I NEEDED the drugs!!), 1 nurse to give me the drugs, the environmental therapist...so...10 people crowded into my little room...and in comes the housekeeping person wanting to empty the trash (who didn't have enough common sence to see that it was a bad time for him to come into my room!) and the person from dietary to get my food order for the next day (as if I gave a hoot about food at that moment...again, no common sence at all!). From that moment on, I learned: (1) I take my pain meds when they are scheduled...and I don't care WHO doesn't like it! and (2) Don't worry about that which is out of my control.  I also know how easy it is to start feeling sorry for yourself when you are in a position of depending on others. I will tell you as a very wise nun told me: It is okay to have a pity party..but just remember, every good host/hostess of a party always sets a start time...and a finish time. It felt so good to be given permission to feel sorry for myself...and yes, I set the finish time and I held to that time I had set. I hope all this helps some. We're all thinking about you and that you get to come home soon.  Sherri