UW nurses definitely nicer

Well folks, I though it might have been the Oxycodone, but after two visits to UW Hospitals I have to tell you I'm getting great patient care up here. The neurologists are all over me, the pain meds are managed well and, unprofessionally speaking, the nurses are a bunch of babes. I'm not talking just physical qualities, either. My friend Mark Jensen and I used to talk about the "bran muffin" theory of women. The idea was that the dating world was full of "Little Debbies" and even "Ho-Hos" who were sweet and good looking but lacked content and nutrition and thus did not stick with you, left you wanting more. The answer was the "bran muffin." This is a woman of substance, nutritious beauty who invigorates and ennervates you. Lots of bran muffins here on the nursing staff. They like me because I have cognition and say "please" and "thank you." I have not told them about my theory.

Medical update:

- the wound is leaking but for a wound this long this is to be expected. To be exact, it was leaking yesterday afternoon. Does not seem to be doing so now.

- I am on MONSTER intravenous antibiotics which are calibrated to swabs taken from the wound.

- They put in a pick line for convenience. Not a big deal to have done but it involves a catheter that goes down the brachial artery (armpit) to the aorta. Mmmm. Aorta. That's serious. This was actually some time ago, but I didn't mention it. It's really better because they disconnect me from all IV when I'm not getting meds.

My mood is a lot better. I was so very sad when they told me I had to readmit. Kevin, I really did not appreciate how you and Diana felt when you got bad news. My deal is not really life and death, but from this perspective I got a little taste of how it must have felt. It was clearly the right thing to do, though.

I'm sitting in a chair and Robyn is taking a snooze on my bed. The chairs at the UW leave something to be desired. It was R2's turn for the comfy spot.

5 comments:

Robin said...

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Kevin said...

A pick line, eh? That generally means your arms were getting pretty beat up.

The fashion accessory that the chemo people flaunt is a port, which goes right into your chest. We never got there, but we did start forbidding students from starting IVs.

Recovery seems to be a case of 'two steps forward, one step back.' As long as you're taking more steps forward than back, you're doing okay.

Katie said...

I understand the sadness too. Keep an eye on that as you travel this journey. Do you need anything up there? I'm right down the road...past a few construction zones...but I can head up with anything you or Robyn might need.

nancyturtle said...

The picc line is much like a port in Sam's case. Since Robyn is learning how to change the dressing, I'm guessing it will stay in place for the antibiotics after Sam is discharged. It's usually a little smaller than a port and not left in place as long.

Anonymous said...

Hey there, I know you through the serendipity of life...Chris is a friend's former landlord in IC, Carroll is president of BMAP, and I work for them. Didn't know they knew each other until they were talking seperately about the day, the hill, and well, here you are. Darlin, I have a friend who is a biker-nurse with just the qualities you described. Complete, whole, identified, unique, and loving. Enjoy. I'm glad you are surrounded by them.

You will heal hard. It is in your spirit. And even when you are low, there is someone out there lifting you higher in their thoughts.

Smiling,
Cindy Ramseyer