Hopefully, a lot better to me. Or at least what I've went through.
In the middle of January, I contracted an osteomyelitis. A bone infection in my left hip. Like the stereotypical male I ignored it. Two weeks later, I'm covered in sweat (I don't usually - nervous system is shot due to that damn break in my neck) walking into the clinic here on campus. One of the doctors saw me shivering in the clinic's waiting room and IMMEDIATELY whisks me into a waiting room. One check of my blood pressure (60/30) and a temperature of 103 and she dials 911.
The really funny things about this is that I'm rhyming off one-liners and flirting very suggestively with the doctor. Now this is something I'd never do. I respect what they do immensely. Well, if you're going to die, what the hell. I have since apologized to her and she just laughed.
So, I get loaded into the ambulance and taken to the ICU straight past the ER. Bad huh? Yep, it's bad. My little heart can't pump enough blood to keep me alive. I start to have convulsions and shake violently on the bed. I'm immediately given IVs to help with the dehydration and low blood pressure. No luck. It helps a little bit then the BP starts to lower again. They make a call to an infectious disease doctor in Hamilton to see if there's anything. Only a new medicine that requires government approval for use. Don't have time they say. Do it anyway this doctor says. It works. My BP gets up to almost normal for me (100/60) and stays there. This drug works. If 4you thought coke in Australia was expensive get a load of this. This drug (that I have no clue what it's called) costs $1100 for each pill and I have to take 14 off them. Thank god for socialized medicine.
So now I'm in ICU and everything starts to stabilize. Except for one thing. They left me in one position on a back board for 8 hours and the little pressure sore on my hip (where the infection got into the bone) is now a large pressure sore. Fucking nurses!
I get discharged to my parents and spend the next three weeks completely on my left side on an air mattress. Do want to know the best high? The first time you sit up again and all that blood rushes to your head. Pass-out city!
And now I have nurses coming in twice a day to do the dressing. Plus, I can only spend an hour twice a day in my chair. All my other time is spent lying in bed being bored to tears. That time will grow.
I have moved back to Toronto. I'm not sure if it is the right choice but I can see the effect it was having on my parents. At least here I can do my own thing and cheat a little on that one hour.
So, everything right now is on hold. School is hold, rugby is on hold, life is on hold. Right now there are more important things to reflect on.
In regards to BL, one of the things that happens when I'm sick is that I get EXTREMELY irritable and cranky. To the point where I don't give a shit about anyone else and little things that slide off my back become issues. Many reasons for it but irrelevant here. Suffice it to say that if I offended anyone, I apologize. Generally, I know how to say things in the right way. I'm sure if I went back over my posts I'd find something, but I'm not going to spend the energy to check. I do know that I sent a PM to Damien that I hope he can ignore. Sorry bud.
On to better things...
D_T
In the middle of January, I contracted an osteomyelitis. A bone infection in my left hip. Like the stereotypical male I ignored it. Two weeks later, I'm covered in sweat (I don't usually - nervous system is shot due to that damn break in my neck) walking into the clinic here on campus. One of the doctors saw me shivering in the clinic's waiting room and IMMEDIATELY whisks me into a waiting room. One check of my blood pressure (60/30) and a temperature of 103 and she dials 911.
The really funny things about this is that I'm rhyming off one-liners and flirting very suggestively with the doctor. Now this is something I'd never do. I respect what they do immensely. Well, if you're going to die, what the hell. I have since apologized to her and she just laughed.
So, I get loaded into the ambulance and taken to the ICU straight past the ER. Bad huh? Yep, it's bad. My little heart can't pump enough blood to keep me alive. I start to have convulsions and shake violently on the bed. I'm immediately given IVs to help with the dehydration and low blood pressure. No luck. It helps a little bit then the BP starts to lower again. They make a call to an infectious disease doctor in Hamilton to see if there's anything. Only a new medicine that requires government approval for use. Don't have time they say. Do it anyway this doctor says. It works. My BP gets up to almost normal for me (100/60) and stays there. This drug works. If 4you thought coke in Australia was expensive get a load of this. This drug (that I have no clue what it's called) costs $1100 for each pill and I have to take 14 off them. Thank god for socialized medicine.
So now I'm in ICU and everything starts to stabilize. Except for one thing. They left me in one position on a back board for 8 hours and the little pressure sore on my hip (where the infection got into the bone) is now a large pressure sore. Fucking nurses!
I get discharged to my parents and spend the next three weeks completely on my left side on an air mattress. Do want to know the best high? The first time you sit up again and all that blood rushes to your head. Pass-out city!
And now I have nurses coming in twice a day to do the dressing. Plus, I can only spend an hour twice a day in my chair. All my other time is spent lying in bed being bored to tears. That time will grow.
I have moved back to Toronto. I'm not sure if it is the right choice but I can see the effect it was having on my parents. At least here I can do my own thing and cheat a little on that one hour.
So, everything right now is on hold. School is hold, rugby is on hold, life is on hold. Right now there are more important things to reflect on.
In regards to BL, one of the things that happens when I'm sick is that I get EXTREMELY irritable and cranky. To the point where I don't give a shit about anyone else and little things that slide off my back become issues. Many reasons for it but irrelevant here. Suffice it to say that if I offended anyone, I apologize. Generally, I know how to say things in the right way. I'm sure if I went back over my posts I'd find something, but I'm not going to spend the energy to check. I do know that I sent a PM to Damien that I hope he can ignore. Sorry bud.
On to better things...
D_T
