The evening nurse cometh.......

Mark.  Mark was the epitome of all the Rock Springs male cliché’s you could thing of.  Mullet, porno mustache, members–only jacket, probably drove a Trans-am.  Terrifying is not strong enough of a word.  He spent insurmountable amounts of time in my room.  StudHombre thinks he had some kids of sicko crush on me.  LOL!  Hell is the 7^th floor of the hospital when Mark is on duty.  By the way if he is not on duty he visits on his night off.  I am sure he does this with all his patients.

In the morning on day 5 of my wonderful stay they start getting serious about me being discharged.  All I needed was another cat scan of my lungs to make sure the clot was dissolving.  If the cat scan looked good I could go home. So we wait and wait.  We wait. And wait.   Finally at 8 o’clock that evening the CAT scan folks finally find time to fit me in.  Again I have to have the I.V. with the special sauce to put on the light show. 

As fate would have it my body would not cooperate.  Every time they attempt to stick a needle in me the vein blows wide open.  Add to that I have teeny veins and they need to find one big enough to accommodate the right size needle for the special sauce.   I was stuck by 3 different nurses multiple times. I can’t remember how many times they stuck me.  All I remember is that is was extremely painful and was crying like a little kid.  

Finally they gave up and said I had to stay another night until the doc came on rounds the next day and decided what the heck to do with me.  Sure enough the doctor came by and said he’d love to let me leave but there was a small problem.  My blood pressure was too high.  FOR THE LOVE OF PETE!!! 

He got out his BP cuff and took it again.  By the Grace of God it was normal and he said I could go home.  *sigh of relief*

All in all I had spent 6 days in the hospital.  By the time I left I felt worse than I did when I went in.  I had horrible bruises on my stomach from shots, bruises all up and down my arms from my wrist to my shoulders from IV’s.  I was extremely tired and missed my bed, my husband and my kids. 

For all the agony…I was still alive.  Lucky, lucky me.