The Simple Woman's Day Book- February 23rd, 2010

FOR TODAY February 23, 2010

Outside my window… An old hospital garden that looks like it needs some love.

I am thinking… about how much better I feel, than when I did when I was admitted last week.

I am thankful for… the fact that I am well enough to go home sometime today.

From the kitchen… I cannot even smell the kitchen from my hospital room, but I think for my breakfast today, they are giving me Special K, strawberry, yogurt, a banana, a piece of toast, and hopefully they will remember my coffee today.

I am wearing… I am wearing a rather eclectic mix for my going home clothes. I have on a green shirt with a purple, light weight, cashmere scarf (I use scarves to cover my mouth and nose to protect myself from allergies), a pair of blue jeans, and light, blue, grey, and dark blue striped socks.

I am creating… ideas in my mind

I am going… home today, I am going home today

I am reading… catching up on my blogs

I am hoping… that this will be my last hospital stay for a long long time.

I am hearing… the nurses in the hall, making their rounds

Around the house hospital… there are a couple of cute shops. My mother took me on a walk yesterday afternoon and I bought a pink watch that has “bling”

One of my favorite things… has been having my family come visit me

A few plans for the rest of the week: to finish getting better

Here is picture for thought I am sharing…

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new watch                            going home clothes

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Got My Going Home Clothes On!

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I got my going home clothes on, I got my going home clothes on! Yay!
All I am waiting for right now is the oral steroids and for them to observe me for a few hours to make sure I am not going to have a set back. Almost six days in the hospital….boy will I be happy to blow this pop stand.

MY plan is to not spend anymore time in the hospital, as a patient, this year. 
Thank you, all of you, who kept me in your thoughts and prayers and put up with my ramblings from boredom yesterday.  You all did more than you realize in helping me keep a positive attitude while I was in here.  
Have a wonderful, wonderful day, Neighbors!

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umm…Yes It's Me Again With More Ramblings….

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So are ya’ll totally bored with all my ramblings and postings today? I hope not. I am so, so happy that I feel like getting back into the groove of things.

My mother and I made a brief get away and went shopping in the hospital.

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My new pink watch with    New pens that look like
bling.                                 syringes
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A refreshing peppermint    A new purple light weight
foot spray                        cashmere scarf my mother
                                        bought me.

My final doctor came in a little while ago.  The plan is still the same, oral steroids and if there are no problems (and I do not expect any) then I get to go home tomorrow afternoon. 

All together, when I leave tomorrow I will have been here five and a half days.  About the same amount of time I spent in the hospital last time.  The difference this time is I feel so much better going home this time than I did last time.  I will be going home with a slight wheeze, but since I will be taking oral steroids at home the final bit of wheeze I have should be going away in just a few days. 

Except for the little hiccup when I first was admitted, the care here has been wonderful.  The hospitalist I had has done a terrific job keeping my blood sugar under control.  The doctors  and Physician’s Assistants from Georgia Lung Associates have rocked!  The respiratory therapists have done an awesome job keeping me breathing and even when they had to take blood for a blood gas reading they did a good job. 

Have a good evening, Neighbors!

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Can Weaknesses Be Strengths?

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I am once again thankful I am feeling so much better today. I am back into my blog reading and have read some good stuff already this morning.

Grey Ang wrote, what I thought was a very interesting post, entitled Making Your Weakness Your Partner And Dance With It 

She starts her post off with some very good self inspection questions.  

“But actually, who is it that is there to determine what is normal or success? And how do we weight ourselves, is it from your heart, or is it from how others see you?”

 Grey Ang also takes the time to tell a short story about a young woman name Amiee Mullens.  Amiee Mullens had both her legs amputated when she was about one years old due to a birth defect.  Rather than let not having legs hold her back she has gone on to be a model, and an Olympic Athlete.

Grey Ang has a quote from Amiee Mullins that says,

“It is not so much about overcoming adversity as it is opening ourselves to it, embracing it. Grappling with it. Maybe even dancing with it. Perhaps as we see adversity as something natural, consistent and useful, we’re less burdened by the presence of it. “

 At first when I read that quote, I knew those were inspirational words but I could not really think of how they could apply to me.  I decided to do some more reading and thinking.

Basically, I think what I think is being said by this quote is that if you have something that is considered a weakness or a disability, embrace it!  Really get to know it/them.  Acknowledge that it is part of you.  Love it since it is part of you. 

Do not run from it.  Do not hide from it.  Do not keep it a secret from others.  Be proud of it!

In the last year, I have made no secret of my severe depression, suicide attempts, and other things that most people would consider weaknesses or disabilities.  

I think when I got my asthma diagnosis and then my diabetes diagnosis, instead of embracing and getting to know the new parts of me, I tried to shove them under the bed.  They certainly did not cause my depression, but I very strongly believe that not dealing/embracing them added a lot to my severe depression.  I became a hopeless person, and when I reached that hopeless point I tried to commit suicide.

Without knowing what I was doing, I have spent the last year getting to know my illnesses, my weaknesses, my anxieties, and more and embracing them.  I chose to do much of that, publicly, here on this blog.

I have touched them, examined them, poked and prodded them, and now I know them so much better.  I am not to the point of loving them….yet, but I am becoming proud of them.  Proud in the sense that I am no longer boxed in by other people’s definitions of them.

My nurse for today paid me what I consider a very high complement.  She basically said that for not having been in depression recovery for even a year yet, she thought I was really doing well.  I guess my sense of pride for my “weaknesses” is actually showing through to other people.  How cool is that?!

I think our weakness can become our strengths.  I will be honest and admit that I am not sure how to put them all together that way just yet, but I think I am getting closer.  I can see the look on people’s faces when I respond to them, and I see respect there.  For example, the nurses and other support staff here have kept saying “Too bad you had to spend your birthday in the hospital”.  My response has always been, “better here than at home not being able to breathe well”.  Having been such a shining example of negativity for most of my life, it really feels good when you can say something positive, surprise someone, and see how it might change their own thought processes, and to hear them say out loud how strong they think you are. 

Getting back to the questions from the beginning of the this post:

Who decides what is normal or a success?  In the past, I let other people or society decide for me what was normal and what was considered a success.  Now I define those things for myself.  “My normal” is in no way the same as my neighbor’s “normal”.  Why?  I have a very structured drug regime, my brain certainly has issues, and to me sometimes a successful day just consists of getting dressed.  However, since I am defining those things I can be proud of them.

How do we judge ourselves, from our heart or from how other people “see” us ?  I very much judged myself on how other people “saw” me.  Now I know, most people do not really “see” me.  How can they really “see” me?  Most people do not take the time to get to know each other well enough to truly “see” them.  I can see myself, but I often ask myself, am I truly seeing myself completely?  My opinion is, that it is extremely difficult to hold that mirror up to yourself and see yourself completely.  So it is important to have one or two people you trust completely, to help you see around the corners and show you what you  might be missing.  Not to judge us, but so we can make a better judgment about ourselves.  I use my counselor for that job.

Your turn!  How would you answer those questions?

Have a great afternoon, Neighbors!
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Morning Hospital Ramblings

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I guess I really am feeling much improved this morning. I am just shooting out all kinds of blog posts this morning.

Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while probably know about our “hospital frog” tradition. The short version is that every time someone in the family ends up sick in the hospital, they get a frog for their hospital stay. Weird tradition, but well….it cheers us up.

This hospital stay I got a cute little windup, googly eyed frog, that hops when he is all wound up.

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Respiratory just came by….I have just a little wheeze in the back of my chest and a slight wheeze when I exhale. Overall much improved. He took me off of the oxygen for the time being,and will be down to check on me again, and take my oxygen reading since I will have been on room air for a bit.

The nurse and the respiratory guy both said I could roam the halls when my mother gets here. It seems I need some supervision, since I have not been able to be that active for several days.  At least that is what they are saying, they could be afraid that I might get into trouble if left to my own devices. 

Last but not least, this was my mother’s facebook status message this morning….

Our family has a unique way of celebrating birthdays-Daughter Melissa spent her birthday (2/19) in hospital (asthma) and is still there and Nick (Melissa’s son) spent his birthday (2/21) writhing in pain from severe mono and subsequent hepatitis- Maybe next year they’ll go for the fun like maybe laying in a bed of poison ivy or jabbing a pencil in the eyeball.

Have a great day, Neighbors!

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Morning Update

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It is not even 8:00 am yet and I have already taken my modified bath and changed pj’s. I do not think I lost much breath if at all while doing that. Just yesterday I was still losing breath during that activity. I am so glad to breath with only a little wheeze. When my mother gets here later, I think I will have her come with me and I will do a few laps in the hall way. That should be a good test on how my lungs are really doing.

Fortunately, since I do not have an IV stuck to me all the time, just the catheter that is only used when I need medications, I can wear normal pj’s and not the hospital’s gowns.  Otherwise I might end up looking like this guy…..

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Have a good day, Neighbors!

ps. my morning blood sugar was 239, best reading yet since steroids were started.
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Silent…..Absolutely Silent

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Last night, I had a room full of visitors who had shown up to keep me company for a little while.  It was nice, I had my own personal cheering up crew consisting of some of my  favorite people, my younger brother, my husband, my daughter, my four year old niece, and my mom.  My visitors were not a rowdy bunch but they certainly have an issue with using “inside voices” at times, so my room was filled with a low but constant rumble with the occasional high pitched giggle from my brother.

Of course being who they are they had to make fun of the “tasty” hospital meal I had eaten a while before some of my visitors had arrived.  Then they proceed to tell me about the wonderful things they had eaten that day.  My husband and daughter told me about the great bacon, egg and cheese biscuits they had to eat that morning, knowing full well I enjoy breakfast food.  My brother told me about going to “Moes”, I think he may have gotten some burrito called the Home Wrecker.  Even my four year old niece joined in the teasing, she told me about her “little wagon” taco she got at “Moes” and how good it was.  My mother’s torture was a little more subtle, she took the girls for a “walk” down the hall and my niece came back with a bag of M&M’s in her hand.  I am sure her Grandmother procured them for her.

Now added to the low rumble in my room was the sound of an M&M bag rattling as my niece ate her treasured chocolate.  Shortly after the smell of the M&M’s wafted towards my nose, the sounds of my not so quiet tummy grumbling with hunger added a little volume to the low rumble in my room.  Steroids make me very hungry, and because of having to make sure my blood sugar does not get too high I am being very limited on what I can eat.  As a result I never feel like I have eaten enough.  The crunch sound of my niece chewing her M&M’s and the smell of chocolate filling my room, became tortuous.

(Side note:  because I am an insulin dependent diabetic they have been given me a snack bag to have during the night.  I fell asleep before I ate mine last night and it is a while until breakfast.  I am going to go get it now.  Food!  Food!  Food!)

(Oh My!  Who would have ever thought that four saltine crackers, a slice of cheese and a little thing of applesauce could taste so good?)

After much contemplation, I have decided that there are two questions that every nurse is duty bound to ask when they are making their rounds.  The first one is about how much you have urinated and the second, the one that seems the most important is “Have you had a bowel movement?” 

My nurse happened to do her rounds last night when my visitors were still here.  The low rumblings, grumblings, and giggles (from my brother) were still going on, fortunately by this time the M&M’s had been consumed.  The nurse was very professional and ignored my visitors and did her assessment of me.  Then…..then it happened.

In a low voice, that no normal person beyond my bed should have been able to hear she asked “THE QUESTION”.

Nurse: “Mrs. Mashburn, have you had a bowel movement”

The second the question came out of her mouth, my whole room became silent, absolutely silent. Not a rattle of paper, not one giggle, not one whisper could be heard.  I looked over at my family, trying to think of a way to not answer the question and save some dignity and I saw five pairs of eyes staring at me, excitedly waiting for my answer.

I tried to whisper a very faint “yes” to the nurse, but I believe my family had their “listening ears” on.  As soon as the word “yes” left my lips, there was a round of applause in my room.  Yes, my family was cheering over my bowel movement.

I suppose I should be thankful that they did not give me a standing ovation…..

Have a good morning, Neighbors!

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Oh What A Good Hospital Day!

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I could not have asked for a better day in the hospital.  My breathing has remained better all day, and with the four different insulins, my blood sugar has stayed under 300 most of the day, just now it was 316.

This morning after the PA from the pulmonologist office came over and gave me her news, the hospitalist who is doing my diabetes management said that the fourth insulin that he added seemed to have really helped a lot.  He said it was the first 24 hours that my blood sugar had not spiked way out of control.  So had a shot of that extra insulin again and he is going up another 10 units on my lantus (the long lasting insulin).  He thinks with all the steroids that I have had, even though my blood sugar is high, that we are keeping as good of control over it as we can.

Then a doctor from the pulminologist office came by and he actually gave me a tentative go home date.  Tomorrow, as the PA discussed we are going to reduce the IV steroids a little more, and see how I tolerate that.  Then on Tuesday morning the plan is to not give me any IV steroids, just oral steroids, and watch me through the day.  If I do not have a set back then I get to go home sometime Tuesday afternoon, probably.

 I call that a good day, as far as being in the hospital goes.

Have a great night, Neighbors!!

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A Better Morning In The Hospital

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Hey Everyone!  I am still in the hospital, but I am feeling better.  I do not get as winded walking a short way anymore and I am not having to gasp for air as much when I am being still.  I have to say today is already turning out better breathing wise than it has been since I have been here.

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Based on what the Physician’s Assistant from the pulmonologist’s office just said, I am thinking I will be here at least through tomorrow, because they want to continue to wean me off the IV steroids.  They are not reducing the dose today, they do not want to take it down too fast and cause me to have a set back.  The respiratory therapist I saw this morning, said I do not have to be woken for the two in the morning breathing treatment anymore, but I am welcome to call if I need it.  She also reduced the amount of oxygen I am getting, not much, only down 1%, but that also is to get me weaned off of the oxygen slowly.  My blood sugar was 279, yes I know that is high, however, there is no way to achieve a normal blood sugar while on steroids, and the 279 is significantly better than it was yesterday.  It has come down around 100 points or so.  It only took four different type of steroids to achieve that. 

I had to have my IV redone last night.  I am not very good with IV’s, they are either hard to start, or hard to maintain, most of the time both.  It took two ladies three tries a piece, all together six tries before they were able to get it started, but it feels so much better than the first one did.  The first one was on the back of my hand, the new one is on my arm.

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New IV Site

I am being giving a shot of an anti-coagulant one a day, to prevent blood clots since I am not very mobile right now.  That means I am bruising pretty darn easy.

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 More to come in a bit! 

Have a wonderful day Neighbors!

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Saturday Nine

 

Saturday 9: Don’t Stand So Close to Me

1. Who would you like not to stand so close to you?

Anyone with feet that look like this.
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2. Which of the following aspects of your life would you think rates the highest: mind, body or spirit?

mind

3. What is your favorite movie line?

From “Fried Green Tomatoess”

[Evelyn is cut off in a parking lot]
Evelyn Couch: Hey! I was waiting for that spot!
Girl #1: Face it, lady, we’re younger and faster!
[Evelyn rear-ends the other car six times]
Girl #1: What are you *doing*?
Girl #2: Are you *crazy*?
Evelyn Couch: Face it, girls, I’m older and I have more insurance.

4. What is your favorite movie title?

Fried Green Tomatoes

5. What is something that has happened to you that you would consider a miracle?

I survived my suicide attempt last year.

6. What do you try to stay away from?

Please see the answer to number one.


7. What is it too late for?

It is too late for me not spend my 40th birthday in the hospital

8. Give someone credit for something and name it if you can.

My mother, she drove hours up from her home to take me to the doctor Thursday, brought me to the hospital, and has been at the hospital every day since I was admitted.


9. Would you rather be famous now & forgotten after you die or forgotten now & famous after you die, forever? And why?

Neither.  It is nice to be thought highly of, but fame has no appeal to me.