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The dark sleek heads are risen from the water
Home from six days in hospital with a plan designed not to land me back there any time soon, I have been passed into the care of Dr. Hestia, who is already carrying out her duties with enthusiastic ministrations of purr. I have washed my hair for the first time in a week. I have eaten food prepared by my family. I napped like a stone in the late afternoon, which I will have needed since my regimen for the foreseeable involves a schedule of medications I cannot let slide even when some of them require me to be awake at hours I have preferred my entire life to spend unconscious. My calendar is inevitably full of further maintenance, but I am truly looking forward to an increase in conversations that have nothing to do with the monitoring of my vitals. Mostly I am marrow-tired and vague with new chemistry and glad to be home in my own clothes and drinking water I don't have to ring anyone to bring me in bed. I was not expecting and delight in the gift of a plush harpy eagle that arrived while I was away.
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My mother was prescribed a bunch of stuff as "life critical and time critical" due to the ongoing endocrine weirdness, but checking what precisely was needed over a period of months (because getting care organisations to commit to giving meds at a particular time is all but impossible) actually turned up most of them not actually being time critical and the ones that were having quite a bit of leeway. So timing may potentially be something that can be nibbled at in ongoing discussions with your tame medics.
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Thank you!
My mother was prescribed a bunch of stuff as "life critical and time critical" due to the ongoing endocrine weirdness, but checking what precisely was needed over a period of months (because getting care organisations to commit to giving meds at a particular time is all but impossible) actually turned up most of them not actually being time critical and the ones that were having quite a bit of leeway.
I am glad she was not in danger from a sliding schedule. I am under the impression I should be able to back some of them down closer to my regular schedule once I have established a more granular plan with my endocrinologist, but as I will not be able to see her for several days including the weekend, I was firmly instructed please not to fuck around and find out on my own. [edit: the medications in question are not specifically endocrine, they are the management of the symptoms of the uncontrolled thyroid such as landed me in the ER and then the hospital to begin with.] Frankly not having anyone wake me up in the middle of my sleep cycle and stick me with needles was such a nice change, I think I will be able to hack it.
*hugs*
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*Boggle* I was getting IV morphine in the middle of the night during the acute pancreatitis thing, but at least they did it via the canula, they didn't actually stab me each time.
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Thank you!
I was getting IV morphine in the middle of the night during the acute pancreatitis thing, but at least they did it via the canula, they didn't actually stab me each time.
One of the meds was non-negotiably a subcutaneous injection and then there were the blood draws. I could get one of the others intravenously. Morphine was not among them! I was offered all manner of opioids, but as we once discussed I do not metabolize them well and I didn't think it was a morphine-level situation.
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I think we file that one under sod's law!