I Am Out Of The Hospital

I know that not everyone is aware that I was in the hospital, and strangely enough, I just realized that I was in the hospital almost to the day last year for the same thing. Bronchitis. Man, I have to find a way to make this stuff go away for good. Well the good news is, I am out of the hospital! πŸ™‚Β  Here’s that post from last year. I Learned Something In The Hospital

So, just a few weeks ago I was in the hospital for pancreatitis and now, I ended up there again with bronchitis. Sheesh! Here’s what happened. When I went in for pancreatitis my primary care physician noticed that my lungs sounded terrible but, it seems that the treatment and rest that I received for my pancreatitis also helped my lungs enough that it wasn’t as noticeable and I was released from the hospital. I think I might also have been on antibiotics too but I’m not sure because I was on heavy pain killers. Only about a week or so later, the bronchitis decided to rear up it’s ugly head again and, this time, with a vengeance. I showed up at the doctors office and he was visibly upset, he kept muttering… and finally said, “You’re oxygen is 90%, Ed. You need to go back to the hospital.” He explained that once you hit 90% that your oxygen can start “crashing” after that, and since I had cancer and was already fairly weak, that it could be very bad and he didn’t want to see that. Then he told me some jokes and made me laugh. Honestly, he is as bad as me! πŸ˜€ What a knuckle head. πŸ˜€Β  I think he wanted to see me smile but I can barely breath, man! (LOLOLOL) No harm done…and I laughed. He has such a good bedside manner.

I Trust Him

These are words that you will not hear me say easily. I have had a very bad experience with doctors and for me to say that “I trust a doctor” and that “I trust their opinion” is a ringing endorsement for the quality of the care they provide. This has nothing to do with bedside manner or how nice or nasty they are but has everything to do with competence and thoroughness. I have had some doctors that were less than kind but were of the highest quality. I would recommend them and trust them just as easily. I have also had the kindest doctor that I wouldn’t let near my cat! πŸ˜€

So, I went to the hospital because he told me to go. He knew I didn’t want to go but said, “It’s just a tune up, Ed. You’ll be out quick.” He’s a good salesman too! πŸ™‚Β  I got there and they put me on oxygen right away. The brought in a breathing treatment right away. To get the treatment, you inhale the medicine with either a mask or a “pipe” that you hold. My arms were so tired I asked for the mask and just lay there breathing in and out slowly. My oxygen dropped to 86% while I was on oxygen and after the breathing treatment. Later, when I was being discharged, they told me that I looked, “Scary white.”

I Am Out Of The Hospital

Did I mention that I was out of the hospital? πŸ˜€Β  I am such a hard sell on the whole hospital thing! I really hate being “trapped”. Before I had even gone to the doctor I knew he was gonna put me in. I had fallen asleep on the couch while David and Lisa were watching TV and had a mini-nightmare. I woke up and said, “TRAPPED!” I kid you not. Lisa said, “Maybe you won’t have to go” but she knew that’s where I was headed. I love her for that. πŸ™‚Β  I know, it’s for my own good but Lisa says it’s like bringing a cat into the vet and trying to get them in that little cat carrier. Legs go out, head goes back, ears back ….. tail swinging wildly. That’s pretty accurate. πŸ˜€

Still, I’m glad that I went. They treated me with antibiotics, steroids for my breathing and various breathing treatments that were inhaled. Great medicine but I must say, your thoughts and prayers and kind thoughts meant more to me. I appreciate the medicine but I think the best medicines are those that come from the heart, right? πŸ™‚ People at church sent me flowers. My Facebook friends sent me kind thoughts and words and prayers. The staff at the hospital was amazing. My words cannot express to you how kind and caring they all were….and of course my family was there with phone calls and texts. πŸ™‚ Lisa and David were there just being sweet and lovely as usual. πŸ™‚

I’m Still Trapped

Yes, I’m trapped… in the house. I am taking everyone’s advice to exercise and “NOT OVERDO IT“. πŸ˜€Β  Good advice, because my first words after sitting on the couch were let’s go back to the veggie garden. I went to push off the couch and my body said, “OK, you’re done. You’ve used up all of your energy for the day.” I didn’t even make it off of the couch. OMG! Lisa almost killed me. πŸ˜€ I have a feeling that I will not die from cancer but maybe murder?!?! (hee hee hee)Β  So, the leaves are turning colors, the bird feeder is empty and the veggie garden probably has tomatoes on it but I promised to say in the house. Maybe David will fill the bird feeder for me so that I can get some pretty pictures of birds. πŸ˜€ I promised to rest and recuperate and only go out with “adult supervision”! πŸ˜€

Stay strong everyone and thank you again for caring about me,
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  1. Ed if you find you have tumor growing in your bronchi and that is making the breathing difficult a Dr. Haroon Raja in Newark De, 302-366-7600 Helped Brad a lot by using lazzer surgery to remove some tumor via bronchoscope. Brad’s Ki 67 for those tumors at that time was higher than 20%, He needed repeat procedures every 2 to 3 weeks. With the holidays coming I just wanted to let you know that that can be an option. We had a heck of a time getting O2 prescribed but it made a great deal of difference to quality of life. Smaller portable canisters are way better than the big ones. I hope you feel better soon and get your strength back quickly.

    • That is something I will keep in the back of my head. I don’t think it’s a tumor but…good to know! Thank you! I will remember the “small cannisters” tip as well. I am wondering if I’m not eventually headed that way.

    • Hey!!!! I’ve missed you! Thanks for thinking of me πŸ™‚ I think about you all of the time! Sorry, we fell out of touch…how ya been? πŸ™‚

  2. I know you hate being cooped up in a hospital, but, I’m so glad you didn’t fight it. You really sounded awful when we spoke. You needed to be there. Glad you’re on the mend though!! Love you!

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