83 thoughts on “Home Now

  1. In my experience, the worst day at home is better than the best day in the hospital. Next thing, I suppose, is to find where your life went while you were in the lab rat cage.

    1. IDK, the last time I was in the hospital I regained most of the use of my left hand and arm, and had some REALLY good drugs.

      1. It’s amazing how friendly/grateful a nursing staff is when you turn down the offer[1] of morphine (and aren’t screaming in agony). “Let’s save that for someone who might really need it.”[2] And then the request for more toradol[3] (many hours after initial dose) wasn’t met with as much as a blink.

        [1] You know it’s a Known Big Painful when they tell you, “You know, you can have morphine if you think you need it.”

        [2] I have aunt who works in pain management who heard that story and said, “I might (offer to) kiss a patient who said that!”

        [3] It was a bit disappointing to look the stuff up and find it was toradol and not taur{a,o}dol. Ah well, another one of those ‘Reality’ things, I suppose.

            1. Ah, mine is from being gutted, and is before there is time to heal. (For a good cause!)

              Adding my hopes to yours that you don’t have that again!

        1. Ah well, another one of those ‘Reality’ things, I suppose.

          Reality has a terrible way of not being nearly as well written as it ought be. Unbelievable coincidences, plot twists that had zero foreshadowing and entire story lines simply discarded without any sort of resolution, just everybody getting run over by a truck.

          Why, it’s as if the publisher doesn’t care whether we will ever buy more!

    2. Wellllll …. one thing about being at home instead of in hospital: at home nobody insists on inserting a catheter.

    1. Well, I’ve sent her the next vignette post, so there’s something for here without trouble.

      Though the random word generator has foresight and weird judgment.

  2. Thank G-d. Stay there and get better in body and soul. When I present my humble self to the Space Princess at LibertyCon 2017, may she be in the pink of condition! Or better yet, the red-white-and-blue of condition.

  3. Excellent – I never slept very well in hospital; too noisy, everyone coming and going, and alarms going off, and noisy feet on linoleum floors and loud conversations. Such a relief to be discharged, go home and sleep.
    Seriously, get plenty of it now, kiddo. I have the sense that you are burning your candle at every available end.

      1. Don’t make ME come out there!

        … because if I do, I’ll be very tempted to buy cannabis products to forestall paying full price for my wife’s very expensive synthetics in January and February…

      2. Here’s a way to look at it that really helped me. It is essential to rest to be ready to work. So, when you rest, you’re not being lazy, you are preparing for more work.

    1. I have the sense that you are burning your candle at every available end.

      I believe that the real trouble started when she decided to see what would happen when she also lit the middle. 😉

      1. My mother was very annoyed when they woke her up to take her blood pressure after giving birth and when she asked for me they told her they liked new mothers to get their sleep.

  4. SO soon? Er, ah, I mean, that’s great! *pushes cans of plaid paint and portable hole mount out of sight with hind foot* Nothing. I was just looking for mice.

    1. The aardvark assures you the exterminators are brought in on a regular basis. Yes, the green ones with ultraviolet hair. They do a good job.

      1. Well, yeah: In sub-basement seven where the various *-chow bins are kept we used to just vent to vacuum every couple months, but the rodents started wearing space suits, and vacuum never really bothered those cockroaches anyway, so that’s why we called the green and ultraviolet folks…

  5. Welcome to Home Sweet Home (we ran out of time while arguing over the changes each was to make, so nothing got changed. OOPS)
    Some were for Plaid (they were this close to winning, got down to which tartan) others for a nice calming Fluorescent Green and Chartreuse with Hi-Vis Yellow polka dots.

  6. Great news! Being in hospital (well, after they’ve saved your life) sucks. Much better being surrounded by books and cats. Last year I went home 2 days after major surgery because I wanted to pick up 2/3 of our big orange cat. (10 lb. weight limit, 15 lb. cat.)

  7. Welcome news – hospitals are where all the sick people are. The sooner away from there the better.

    So with your salts-shedding issue and your low BP thing, did the doc send you home with a scrip for burgers and fries?

    1. As I recall, fries are a bad idea for her, but perhaps a huge (1 lb) bun less burger with extra fat, two kinds of cheese and an egg on top (she is a princess, she should have a royal burger).

  8. She’s alive! A-LIVE!

    Glad to hear you’re still breathing. Relax … unless you’d like that part to change.

    Yeah, I’m part of that “tough love” philosophy … except lacking love. It’s more of a “You will do what’s good for you, or I will grab you by the shoulders and rattle you like a rag doll.”

    …. But I haven’t had any coffee all day, I may be cranky.

    Oh, and for the record, I don’t particularly CARE if stress directly LED to the incident in question but I am 100% certain that if you don’t relax, it’s not going to get better any faster.

    1. It ought be; after all, she went in for heart treatment and we all know that home is where the heart is.

  9. Oh good Lord … the home has a heart attack so she shifts to two posts a day? Spend some tie with your family, reminding them they cannot manage without you how much you love them.

    1. Didn’t sleep at all when they kept me overnight. Although maybe that was part of the stress testing…

      Not even going to mention the food. Although maybe they let Sarah have some flavor, her being a salt-shedder. (I know that that hospital kitchen can cook some pretty good food – they also run the cafeteria there, and the daughter and I enjoyed our meal there while the wife was in surgery a while ago.)

      1. They put me on cardiac diet, which turns out to be completely inappropriate, which means there was a ton I couldn’t eat between carb restriction and heart restriction. SIGH.

        1. Was afraid of that – I was looking at nothing but carbs when they finally let me eat. Fortunately, I don’t have a carb problem (or don’t think so, anyway, your experiences are beginning to make me think on that, darn it).

          Also no salt, which is pretty much a disproven notion in any case. Not good for you, either. (They really should have an MD in the kitchen, dang it, who can read the patient’s chart and prescribe food appropriately, not for a “widget.”)

          Get to your doctor appointments, when you have an assembly of good ones. A doctor a day keeps the hospital away…

        2. I have reached the conclusion that almost all diets are completely inappropriate. If it were not for one minor side effect I think we’d all be better off not eating at all.

    2. Especially when you have friends who work there and they find out you’re in the ER for dehydration so they come down to mock you… Just me? Okay.

  10. So good that you aren’t stuck there until Monday.

    And I like you, so I won’t make jokes about the ST:TOS Salt Monster. 🙂

    But you are definitely blessed. If I keeled over in the shower, nobody would find me until the automatic payments drained my bank accounts and they auctioned my house. Damned cats, can’t train them to dial 911.

    1. Depends on how good you are at covering your tracks online, I suppose; I know that we’d worry about you here, and that there have been red alerts that found folks really fast after they stopped making noise online, but on the other hand I’m not sure how much work….Seattle area is you, right?… would be willing to put into it.

      1. East of Everett. Yeah, I don’t wanna go like den Beste. Nobody online even knew his phone number. (John Van Stry has mine, if it ever comes to that.)

      1. One day, hubby went to work and left eggs boiling on the stove. Boiled dry, caught fire and filled the house with black smoke. (What a way to find out that while the test circuit worked, the smoke sensor didn’t.) Our cat Odin (RIP) somehow opened my sons’ locked bedroom door to wake them.

  11. Some more well-wishes from File 770*:

    “Lis Carey on December 3, 2016 at 11:16 pm said:
    Flint and Hoyt need to understand that they are required to recover. I have no more openings for “deaths, 2016.” This is not negotiable.”

    “Standback on December 3, 2016 at 11:50 pm said:
    @Lis: Well said.
    I hope Flint and Hoyt both enjoy a full and speedy recovery. And I’m sorry for even not-immediately-threatening medical uncertainty; that’s scary as hell”

    “Paul Weimer on December 4, 2016 at 5:28 am said:
    @Lis. Agreed.
    Best wishes for recovery for both Eric and Sarah.”

    (*Note: not sarcasm, oddly enough)

    1. 1) I am delighted that there are basically decent folks over there. It is good to hear about!

      2) Oh, frick, Mr. Flint is in trouble too!?!?

  12. I haven’t read all of these posts so I’m sure I’m repeating others, but please take care of yourself. Autoimmune disorders are tough things to deal with, I’m sure, so pace yourself and try to pay attention to what your body is telling you.

    Dr. Slab

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