Greetings my fellow marshmallowy Peeps (sorry they sound bomb diggity right now on my liquid diet lol).
Here's a little follow-up from my previous story (don't know how to link back to a story on the app yet) about my horribly Hammy roommate here in the hospital. I have many tales involving her sister, her screaming at PT, and bathroom disasters, but this is just a little nugget (3 sides of ranch please) to tide you over until these meds have moved through my system. This might be a bit discombobulated. Stick with me!
Be me, fidgety marathoner (FM)-5'2", 31f, in recovery from anorexia and in the hospital a little over 2 months with complications from j-tube and colostomy surgeries due to poor choices in my ED.
Don't be Hospital Ham (HH)-55f, 5'5", 320 lbs.
You had the immense pleasure of meeting HH in my last post when she lied to the nurse, tried to steal transport guy's snack, and called the awesome nurse a "skinny skank", all while gasping for air.
So HH had her gallbladder surgery and unfortunately for me developed an infection in her smelly wound (yes already, from days ago). She refuses to get a bed bath and her incisions couldn't help but to coincide with fat rolls. So now she's here another 5-7 days to receive IV antibiotics. Why lord mcbeetus, why?!
The doctor came in this morning explaining her infection and that a lifestyle change would have to be made, reminding her that her gallbladder was filled with large stones and SLUDGE. Thick, disgusting sludge. That word makes me shudder. Cue IV Zofran. She placed HH on a low fat diet, much to HH's anger and displeasure as measured by whining ("Fat isn't baaad for youuuu! I don't eat that much anyway!! I just use a little olive oil when cooking!" Yea, frying stuff in olive oil) and a series of grunts and humphs!
Fast forward a few hours to lunch. I've had a rough morning, but have been really trying to take in as much orally as I can to help keep some motility and to continue fighting the ED. Even a few bites is still something! Earlier in the day I was put NPO and they stopped my tube feeds as they were concerned that I might have had an intestinal obstruction. A CT scan was ordered and I went down to get that done around lunch time. The nurse said that she'd keep my tray at my bedside table when it came up if I was gone. I got back and my tray was delivered right as I got back in my bed. The report hadn't been made yet, so I decided to walk the unit, as encouraged by my docs and PT to help prevent blood clots, aid in motility, and help restrengthen all the muscle mass I've lost. About 20 mins later I was cleared to go back to my lunch as nothing was obstructed or kinked, just severe slow motility and a shit ton of, well, shit backed up. I headed back to my room, excited to eat what I could.
My tray, according to my meal ticket, consisted of some cream of potato soup, which is LEGIT, vanilla pudding, chocolate milk, cranberry juice, and lemon ice. When I got back I was horrified to find that 3/4 of my soup was gone, the entire vanilla pudding and lemon ice, and 3/4 of the chocolate milk!! The cranberry juice was untouched. I rang for my nurse and she came in and stopped dead when she saw my tray. The docs and nurses know I can't eat more than a few bites and couldn't have possibly ate all of the food that was gone. Plus I had been walking the halls! The nurse ripped back the dividing curtain and found HH with one of my spoons (they send me 2 due to hot and cold liquids), licking pudding off of it. She went full blown nurse cray cray on her (oh shit son.) stating that she was stealing my prescribed diet and that not only was that dangerous and broke about 1000 infection control rules, it was also disgusting and plain stupid and rude! HH retorts, "But I was still huuuungrrrrry!!! All they sent me was a stupid cottage cheese and fruit plate, roll with margarine, apple juice, snackwell cookies, skim milk, and diet jello!! Do I look like a rabbit?!?! FM never eats anything anyway and is sooooo wasteful!! I need the full fat food more than she does! She has tubes!! Everything was just going to waaaaste!" Cue me crying as I've been feeling really down and already feel guilty for wasting food and essentially causing myself to be here due to laxatives and restricting (being here for so long has kicked up the OCD and guilt). I'm shaking at this point so the nurse calls her unit manager to deal with HH and takes me across the hall to the family lounge, which has huge windows. Looking outside helps a bit. We have a heart-to-heart and I calm down. We return and I'm updated by the nurse via the unit manager that HH can't be moved due to a full floor, but that an NA will be sitting with HH at every meal from now on.
Until next time, keep your sughars up my beautiful Peeps (there it is again!!)
Submitted March 08, 2017 at 07:06PM by thefidgetymarathoner http://ift.tt/2m0HmqG
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