To catch up since the last posting:
The day after I got home from the hospital, a lady called me in the morning. The phone wasn’t on because I was sleeping, as usual. She tried two times. Then she called Doctor Sturla’s office. Debbie called me after 12:30p and said that the hospital was trying to get in touch with me. I decided to eat breakfast first, but I noticed a voicemail on the little cell phone I get free from the gov’t. It was the lady from St. Mary Mercy, thinking it was Lyle’s number, and trying to get hold of him to come and check on me! Before I could do anything, the phone rang and it was her. She scolded me for not answering the phone and demanded to talk to my nurse! It turns out that St. Mary Mercy calls all seniors the day after their release and she assumed that I had fallen or worse and had an in-home nurse staying with me! It is now supposed to be in my file that I am to be called afternoons starting at 1p!
Again a mix-up on Monday. I was supposed to have the endoscopy and the colonoscopy on the same day. No prep kit had arrived. I called the pharmacy and Sonny said he hadn’t heard anything but asked for the doctor’s phone number. After several calls, it turns out that Doctor Asbahi had me down for just an endoscopy. So, no prep. Debbie was furious again…
He said my stomach was ‘normal’ and I had the right amount of germs in my stomach. (We need germs to digest the food we put there.) Where the esophagus makes a sharp right turn, before entering the stomach, he found a slight narrowing and a small hernia. No surgery for the hernia. (I have figured out what I was lifting that caused the hernia and will not be doing that again.) No blood leak there.
I got my will written and witnessed. Then I got my DNR filled out and witnessed and Dolores agreed to be my proxy on the DNR, so I got that filled out and witnessed. I mailed copies to Doctor Sturla. And I gave copies to St. Mary Mercy hospital. Plus, I have the wallet cards filled out and in my purse. I tacked the will (instructions) to the wall for ‘Services Coordinator’. I feel much better now.
They put off the colonoscopy until July. Then another argument ensued. St. Mary Mercy was not sure I would have the colonoscopy on Monday. Doctor Asbahi’s office said I would. I received a recorded message from St. Mary Mercy that the test was Monday but the time had been changed from 10:30a to 11:15a. I called Doctor Asbahi’s office and the nurse sighed and said, “We know. But it’s still Monday!” I guess that was a little give-and-take on both parts.
I had to take the prep at different times than everyone else says they’ve taken theirs. I started at 5p. I am not used to large amounts of liquid. I have everything measured out as I’m allergic to water. But I had to swallow the 16 oz of prep with water right down. Then 32 more ounces in 2 hours. The instructions say one hour but Doctor Asbahi’s office said 1-2. I was doing well for about the first hour. Then I got really dizzy. I did start going to the toilet, but I was more nauseous than bloated. I got chills, mainly in the upper arms, and my heart started pounding. Finally, toward the end the second hour, I threw up. That helped. My dizziness and chills disappeared, but my heart kept pounding. I went back to drinking my Cherry Coca Cola, which calmed my stomach. And I managed to eat almost an entire box of Melon Fusion Jell-o. It was the only food on the list. I called Doctor Sturla and left a voice message as to what was happening.
I had to stop eating (?) and drinking at Midnight. I took the second dose at 3:30a. I did get the first 16 oz. of prep and water down. I was nauseous immediately, but I started to drink the rest of water. This didn’t last at all. Within a half hour I had thrown it up. My heart was pounding so hard that, on occasion, I couldn’t catch my breath. I was tempted to call 911! But I did get in an hour’s sleep.
My blood pressure was through the roof at the hospital, but it didn’t bother me, I just wanted my heart to stop pounding. After the procedure, I waited and waited. Finally a nurse came up and said it would be awhile as Doctor Asbahi had gone straight into another procedure and would be doing that all day. She said that all they found was diverticulitis, which I knew about, and everything was fine. She sent me home! It took a couple days for my heart to calm down to a normal resting beat, but I had urine problems for several days until that calmed down as well.
Debbie wanted to me “drop by the office” when I am “out in the area” for a blood test to see if there is still a leak. Really? When am I ever out in that area? I told her I could be there the end of August when Rose gets back from her vacation. Debbie got her nose all out of joint. She said I needed to come in the next week (this week)! I don’t have the money! Then I found out there is a place next door to us that does this kind of work, but Doctor Sturla and Debbie will have none of it. I guess they want the money. So, when Rose gets back from her vacation I will go out there and if something is wrong, they can wait until September, because I will have to get my next check. It could have all been done by this time, by just walking two blocks, but no… So, if something goes wrong, it is not my fault!
God bless everyone for their prayers and well-wishes! Thank you