Hello blog readers,
For those of you who are wondering, yes I am home. In the past week I have been back and forth from emergency rooms, hospital admissions, and doctor appointments. Of all things that I can manage to get sick with, I got the flu. Despite my efforts of receiving the flu shot, I still managed to catch it. Come to find out this was almost to be expected (minus the fact none of my doctor told me because they didn't want to "jinx" it) since the flu shot was minimally effective at protecting patients from Influenza Strain A this year. But eventually I caught it. Of course, when I do things, I do them big. After a few days I found myself in the Emergency Room, hoping for some relief. I was experiencing difficulty breathing, low O2 stats (for me), tachycardia, dehydration, adrenal system failure crisis, and possible infection on top of it all. Of course, this required an admission to the hospital. Most of these symptoms improved when they felt I would recover better at home, decreasing the risk of me catching any other viruses while in the hospital. After my discharge from the hospital, my home care nurse, pediatrician, and pulmonologist were all worried that I was sent home too soon and I was instructed to return right back to the ER. I refused at first, proving my statement that I am always admitted each time I go to the Emergency Room. After a talk and the "doctor version of a promise" (which is what I call when they say they'll try their best but can not honestly promise anything) that I wouldn't be admitted this time, I agreed to go back under the circumstances that as long as nothing completely unexpected happens, I will be returning home. I'm still experiencing the "after effects" of the flu and we all suspect I will be for a while. Multiple illnesses have flared-up and I am keeping faith, they soon will ease up. Until then, I am trying to recover as much as I can at home but too much longer on this same path and I will find myself back in the hospital, despite how much I may dread going.
On a different note, I was planning on trying a new little idea for my blog this month but as you can see, things got a little chaotic and it completely slipped my mind. So at the start of March (if things are a little less helter-skelter then) I will be participating in a little "30 Day Chronic Illness Challenge." Each individual day in March, I will spread awareness by blogging about life with chronic illnesses and more in depth, explaining my life being ill and the natural things that are a part of being chronically ill, or being me. Also, if anyone has any questions, regarding my illnesses or anything, nothing is too personal and I would be glad to address and answer anything. Or if you want to leave a comment, suggesting that I attempt talking about anything in specific, Just visit my Contact Me page and I will try my best!
For those of you who are wondering, yes I am home. In the past week I have been back and forth from emergency rooms, hospital admissions, and doctor appointments. Of all things that I can manage to get sick with, I got the flu. Despite my efforts of receiving the flu shot, I still managed to catch it. Come to find out this was almost to be expected (minus the fact none of my doctor told me because they didn't want to "jinx" it) since the flu shot was minimally effective at protecting patients from Influenza Strain A this year. But eventually I caught it. Of course, when I do things, I do them big. After a few days I found myself in the Emergency Room, hoping for some relief. I was experiencing difficulty breathing, low O2 stats (for me), tachycardia, dehydration, adrenal system failure crisis, and possible infection on top of it all. Of course, this required an admission to the hospital. Most of these symptoms improved when they felt I would recover better at home, decreasing the risk of me catching any other viruses while in the hospital. After my discharge from the hospital, my home care nurse, pediatrician, and pulmonologist were all worried that I was sent home too soon and I was instructed to return right back to the ER. I refused at first, proving my statement that I am always admitted each time I go to the Emergency Room. After a talk and the "doctor version of a promise" (which is what I call when they say they'll try their best but can not honestly promise anything) that I wouldn't be admitted this time, I agreed to go back under the circumstances that as long as nothing completely unexpected happens, I will be returning home. I'm still experiencing the "after effects" of the flu and we all suspect I will be for a while. Multiple illnesses have flared-up and I am keeping faith, they soon will ease up. Until then, I am trying to recover as much as I can at home but too much longer on this same path and I will find myself back in the hospital, despite how much I may dread going.
On a different note, I was planning on trying a new little idea for my blog this month but as you can see, things got a little chaotic and it completely slipped my mind. So at the start of March (if things are a little less helter-skelter then) I will be participating in a little "30 Day Chronic Illness Challenge." Each individual day in March, I will spread awareness by blogging about life with chronic illnesses and more in depth, explaining my life being ill and the natural things that are a part of being chronically ill, or being me. Also, if anyone has any questions, regarding my illnesses or anything, nothing is too personal and I would be glad to address and answer anything. Or if you want to leave a comment, suggesting that I attempt talking about anything in specific, Just visit my Contact Me page and I will try my best!