I'm cranky. The people at the hospital confused the King today, so I had to rush up here from work, which means that I had to tell my boss information that is none of his fucking business.
It's fine now. Hopefully the King will be back in the castle tomorrow.
But right now he's getting a blood transfusion. And I'm working from the hospital.
And his nurse is sitting in the room watching us. And interjecting her opinion in anything we say.
I realize that she probably has to stay in here for some reason.
But I don't really care.
She's annoying me. And I'm not in a sociable mood.
Showing posts with label hospital. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hospital. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Square One
At this point in the whole "The King is Sick" saga it's a whole lot of one step forward and two steps back.
We're back again.
In the hospital, that is.
I hate the hospital.
I hate the sick people.
Often I hate the staff.
Like the one today that tried to move a bed attached to an IV that was attached to the King's vein. Repeatedly.
Or the one last time who lectured me every time she came in on how to wife my husband.
She wasn't married.
Fortunately we finally have a set of Doctors for him who actually do rounds that we like.
His GP is awesome and funny and usually very nice. And his GI is succinct and doesn't mind explaining to me, and totally understands that the King is NOT in the castle.
But oh my giddy aunt, I hate the smells.
We're back again.
In the hospital, that is.
I hate the hospital.
I hate the sick people.
Often I hate the staff.
Like the one today that tried to move a bed attached to an IV that was attached to the King's vein. Repeatedly.
Or the one last time who lectured me every time she came in on how to wife my husband.
She wasn't married.
Fortunately we finally have a set of Doctors for him who actually do rounds that we like.
His GP is awesome and funny and usually very nice. And his GI is succinct and doesn't mind explaining to me, and totally understands that the King is NOT in the castle.
But oh my giddy aunt, I hate the smells.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Labor Day AKA Dire Hospital Situation Day
For some reason The White King likes to try to die on me on/around Labor Day.
He's tried it twice. The first time was the week after Labor Day and this time it was the week before. (And since he's only tried to die on me twice that makes it every time he's tried to die on me).
I just read that last sentence: He's only tried to die on me twice. How sad is that. How many times do most women's 36 year old husbands try to die on them.. Jeez.
Anyway.
If I didn't get to have a paid day off, I might start boycotting this Holiday.
He's tried it twice. The first time was the week after Labor Day and this time it was the week before. (And since he's only tried to die on me twice that makes it every time he's tried to die on me).
I just read that last sentence: He's only tried to die on me twice. How sad is that. How many times do most women's 36 year old husbands try to die on them.. Jeez.
Anyway.
If I didn't get to have a paid day off, I might start boycotting this Holiday.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
What Queens Do
I don't need another adventure. I really don't.
The White King had a double hip replacement in May at the ripe old age of 36. Before that we've done testicular cancer, ICU, breathing machines, kidney failure, pneumonia and a collapsed lung. And that's only the King's health issues. (Mine are much more mild, but still baffling, and really just involve a dozen doctors telling me that I'm depressed and am gaining weight because I'm lazy - they are also an entirely different story).
But whether I want it, need it or not, I am getting another adventure.
The White King has slept almost continually for 2 weeks. So I made him an appointment with the doctor for Thursday. Then he went to work Monday and came home early sick. And wanted to stay home Tuesday too. I made him go to the doctor early.
I have to admit that my motives for making and insisting upon the doctor's appointments were not entirely pure. I'm tired. The King has been sick almost continually for the last 3 years. And I have been taking care of him that entire time, and I'm tired. I have two actual children, a needy mother and an incompetent ex-husband to take care of as well, I deserve to be tired. I deserve a break.
So I insisted on the doctor. And honestly, I expected him to come home with directions to quit smoking and drinking and with a prescription for an anti-depressant.
The White King has a depressed kind of nature.
But nothing is ever simple where the White King's health is concerned.
Instead of a prescription, I got a phone call telling me to collect my husband and take him the the ER or an ambulance would.
Lovely.
Turns out he's jaundiced.
Probably due to alcoholic hepatitis.
Perfect.
Also, his potassium levels are non-existent. Which makes him at risk for a heart attack.
Awesome.
And his blood pressure is very low when normally it's very high.
Fantastic.
So The White King is in ICU as I type and The White Queen is freaking the fuck out.
I've been here and done this, and its not pretty and I don't like it. The last time was so bad that everytime I enter a hospital now I have flashbacks to my husband dying several times.
Plus, I've been up for 24 hours now.
Because even when the White King is in the hospital being taken care of by a team of nurses, I have to take care of my children and double check my ex-husband.
Because that's apparantly what Queens do.
The White King had a double hip replacement in May at the ripe old age of 36. Before that we've done testicular cancer, ICU, breathing machines, kidney failure, pneumonia and a collapsed lung. And that's only the King's health issues. (Mine are much more mild, but still baffling, and really just involve a dozen doctors telling me that I'm depressed and am gaining weight because I'm lazy - they are also an entirely different story).
But whether I want it, need it or not, I am getting another adventure.
The White King has slept almost continually for 2 weeks. So I made him an appointment with the doctor for Thursday. Then he went to work Monday and came home early sick. And wanted to stay home Tuesday too. I made him go to the doctor early.
I have to admit that my motives for making and insisting upon the doctor's appointments were not entirely pure. I'm tired. The King has been sick almost continually for the last 3 years. And I have been taking care of him that entire time, and I'm tired. I have two actual children, a needy mother and an incompetent ex-husband to take care of as well, I deserve to be tired. I deserve a break.
So I insisted on the doctor. And honestly, I expected him to come home with directions to quit smoking and drinking and with a prescription for an anti-depressant.
The White King has a depressed kind of nature.
But nothing is ever simple where the White King's health is concerned.
Instead of a prescription, I got a phone call telling me to collect my husband and take him the the ER or an ambulance would.
Lovely.
Turns out he's jaundiced.
Probably due to alcoholic hepatitis.
Perfect.
Also, his potassium levels are non-existent. Which makes him at risk for a heart attack.
Awesome.
And his blood pressure is very low when normally it's very high.
Fantastic.
So The White King is in ICU as I type and The White Queen is freaking the fuck out.
I've been here and done this, and its not pretty and I don't like it. The last time was so bad that everytime I enter a hospital now I have flashbacks to my husband dying several times.
Plus, I've been up for 24 hours now.
Because even when the White King is in the hospital being taken care of by a team of nurses, I have to take care of my children and double check my ex-husband.
Because that's apparantly what Queens do.
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