WebKittyn Warbles

No, I'm not dead. Sorry to disappoint but there remains some life in me.

Don't expect much from this entry, I'm feeling crappy and it won't be nearly as long as it should be but I wanted to let people know I'm not dead. It's just all different now. Everything has changed, I've changed. What was my life is no more and the person I was while I lived that life has also ceased to exist. It took nearly losing my dad (we're still not out of the water), my own near death experiences, surgery, 16 days in the hospital and all the rest of it I'll eventually write about to to make me understand a few things and with that understanding came changes in who I am.

Kingston Hospital is not a place I would recommend. There are a few great nurses but overall it's a bad place. Doping people up on so many meds they don't know what day it is instead of finding out what's wrong is not the best philosophy. Absentee doctors and nurses who think they're doctors don't help. Surgery that ends up being unnecessary? Painful. Doctors that are so fat they waddle when they walk and verbally insult patients in rooms full of people? Ugh. You get the picture. Consider yourself warned. If you ever get sick in the mid-Hudson Valley, go to Benedictine Hospital instead.

Wait, don't let us forget allowing patients to damn near kill themselves by controlling their own IV morphine pump the night they get out of surgery isn't smart.

I have a lot of people I need to thank eventually. Darkstar's been great with the updates and he was there for me for the entire ordeal. Cyli got all the dork bloggers to leave comments and she was a better friend than some of my real-world friends. All the amazing people who sent stuff in the hospital, I was completely blown away. The woman who delivered the stuff told me she couldn't believe how many cards and gifts I received and every one meant the world to me as did the phone calls.

It's been a rough month since I got out of Kingdom Hospital. My legs seem to have stopped working whilst I was doped up in there. When I first came home I could hardly walk at all, when I got in the house the first thing I did was fall on the floor and have to crawl to the bed. My second night home I decided to take a bath and got stuck in the tub for 2 hours. No matter how hard I tried I could not pick myself up, I thought I was going to have to be rescued (naked) by the Red Hook Fire Department but eventually I crawled onto the bathroom floor, into some clothes and to bed. Every step still hurts and I've fallen more than a few times but I can pick myself up now at least.

I have no idea what the hell caused this but I'm determined to beat it. Every day I make myself walk a little more or do something different to re-gain my strength. Scary shit.

They sent me home with 13 prescriptions, some of which I didn't need. I don't have high cholesterol or high blood pressure but they had me taking Lipitor and TWO blood pressure meds my new doctor up here immediately took me off. The Prednisone they put me on for the sarcodosis I don't have bloated my cheeks and messed me up as well, that too is no more and when the Prednisone stopped, so did the high blood sugar. I knew I wasn't a diabetic.

There's been a whole lot of other stuff as well but I'm saving it for future posts or I'll be here forever. I may even start up a sub-blog on the domain just to tell the whole story and how it impacted my mind and my body, it's a hell of a story.

My dad is currently at the rehab center, he almost died more than once and the fact that he's there and they're predicting he WILL come home is a testament to his strength. It's going to be a long haul, he is not a well man but this place is good and he is making progress.

If you'll excuse me, I'm feeling that 'oh bugger I'm going to puke again' feeling and I don't move to the bathroom very quickly these days,

I'll be back, since I'm not dead and all.