After three days of sleeplessness, fevers, and chills I went back to St. Paul’s Hospital. The cellulitis had gone from my ankle up my calf and almost to my knee. As of 5:00 a.m. this morning, the infection was winning.
So the plan was to be at St. Paul’s by 6:00 a.m. We walked in, saw triage and was given a bed right away. I was quite pleased with how fast this was going. I expected to be home by 10:00 a.m. Since the teaching is done at RUH, it meant no interns, no residents and just a doctor.
So the nurse saw it, gave an expected course of action. The doctor saw it, affirmed her course of action. He ordered blood work. The blood work came. I was rolling along.
The white blood cell count came back as normal. Which was kind of odd since I have this chronic infection. The C-Reative Protein test came back. I did well in it. It was supposed to be around 7. Mine was 150.8. Beat that folks.
So they gave me a dose of IV antibiotics and then I wait until 3p to leave. I had to see Home Care to get me to agree to give myself an IV. Then they made me sign off on giving me my own medication via IV. Then they taught me to give myself medication via IV but not really because I already had it. I did get an instruction guide.
Oh yeah, they put the IV into my hand. Not only do I look like a hardcore addict but you type with an IV in your hand (of course I can inject heroine into my hand if I ever decide to take up drugs).
I think that was the biggest frustration, I asked them several times to keep the needle out of my hands for work and they stuck into my hand because it was the easiest place for them to jab a needle. Actually they seemed amazed that I would be working and not at home. Like I have written before, some of us need to work, especially with an illness that has no end date right now.
Then I was allowed to go to City Hospital where they gave me boxes and boxes of medication. I have more gear then a safe injection site (and with my hand, I look the part).
- Since the start everyone has been saying that my leg is a vascular issue despite the vascular tests being largely normal. I have been saying it is an infection. It’s weird, I have had a few doctors look at my leg closely and none of them have thought it was cellulitis when it clearly was. I am sure this happens lots but doctors appear to “thin slice” to use Malcolm Gladwell’s term.
- I have a problem with what the hospital charge for parking. It cost me $18 for a day of parking and it wasn’t like it was I was there for a party. That is obscene and taking advantage of people.
- Here is something else that blew me away today. Everyone in emergency today was on a waiting list for a specialist and their condition had deteriorated to the point where they were sent to the E.R. (we had time to chat).
- I am not really that comfortable injecting myself with an IV medication everyday so I asked if I can come in and have it done. Nope. My choices were inject yourself or have a nurse come in on their hours (which doesn’t work for my schedule) and they can do it for you. I can’t go to a clinic or hospital to have it done. I just want a time and I’ll be there early but nope. I don’t know why this can’t be done. So this is patient centric care in Saskatchewan. Do what you aren’t comfortable doing because it’s cheaper and you have a piece of paper.
- Cellulitis hurts. Badly.
- I don’t know if this is going to work. Every treatment they have tried so far “is going to work”. It’s been 8 months and I am getting sicker.