The Nurse

So I think I am taking the plunge and going to publish this, I’m feeling a little nervous putting it all out there but I shall see how it goes.

Word of today is “unbelievable”, it is amazing after the nurse I had yesterday the shit show that goes down today. Night goes ok, I make 4 pages of notes (I feel the need to write down everything that happens don’t worry I got some weird stories that come up) nothing makes sense at all but in general good sleep. Wake up at around 5:30 widely optimistic, this is going to be a great day, there is this glow around the city like it is going to storm and since I don’t really go outside there is nothing wrong with that. I do a quick run through of my core physio which is just some exercises in bed that work on me standing better and walking better, then move on to some silly putty which is helping to get my hands to work again. (I pretty much have the muscle of a newborn zebra at this point, everything either doesn’t work or works with pain)

So by 8am everything is going good and then it hits me, the all consuming pain from last night just takes over my body out of nowhere (well we now know it was definitely the feeding tube). I call the nurse who takes one look at me and......walks out of the room, I’m begging trying to explain what is happening that I am in pain so badly I am ready to slice my body open.....and she suggests I take a few deep breaths. So know I really start to panic, I’m screaming by myself in my room as she leaves again muttering about how many patients she has and all this work she has to do. Half an hour has passed by this point and all bravery goes right out the window. I call mom to come in. Few minutes later the nurse shows up pissed as all hell and inform me that since I told my family she will “attempt to get the doctor out of rounds to look at me”. At this point the cleaning lady is the only one who seems concerned. Know I don’t think I am being too demanding when I say that being the only person on the floor currently screaming there head off in pain might bump me to the top of the list. Finally at about 9:30 I see the doctor who in about 30 seconds gets the whole thing under control. Mom has shown up by this time and thankfully there is nothing scarier then Jane on full fledge mamma bear mode. Unfortunately the only thing to do is wait it out which means I spend the rest of the morning in morphine junkie land.

The afternoon goes remarkably better however. Since I pretty much missed physio in the morning we decide to take a walk in the afternoon just with the walker. And I nail it, as odd as that sounds I managed to do this massive walk around the floor (I’ve only been walking for a couple of days now) not only that but a few days ago it took 3 people to get me anywhere and I managed a few steps by myself and I am getting pretty good at standing unassisted so at least I have my little victories.