As like yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I need to let you know that this was written and posted after I returned home from the hospital, using the date of May 10th, so you could find out about my happenings.
If you read the last couple of LwL entries, you'll know that on May 8th, I went to the Emergency Room (ER) at the hospital and after several hours waiting, finally got to be admitted.
Yes, I spent time in ER; in fact, much time. 2 days. On a gurney, not on a bed. Between my gut pain and my back and neck pain, I was given pain medication, fairly regularly.
On the evening of Wednesday, May 8th (if it was before midnight - I never saw the time), I began strong antibiotic treatment intravenously (by IV).
Thursday, May 9th I had a CT scan and afterwards had a drainage tube installed into my gut. This was to help drain off the fluid that was surrounding the mesh inside me.
Friday, May 10th, instead of using the regular hook-up in my arm for the intravenous (IV), a radiologist installed a peripherally inserted central catheter (picc) line into my arm. This is a hook up that goes into the heart area; here's a LINK to read more about it.
While in ER, my daughter P spent much time with me.
In fact, she even told the nurse(s) she wanted me tested for Methicillan-resistant Staphylococcus aureus (MRSA); here's a LINK, so you can read more, if you like.
A short time ago, she had been researching and asked me if I might have MRSA; I replied that I didn't know what that was. P explained that it is a staph infection, that a person can pick up in the operating room.
When she first mentioned it, I recalled having heard that some people at the hospital had picked up staph infections, after I had my surgery in September 2012. At that time, I recall having commented that I was happy that I was not one of them.
At the time, I felt thankful and truly blessed. After all, I didn't have to worry; God was in control and would provide for me.
I was reminded of 2 Timothy 1:7, "For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind."
After all this discussion, while in ER, I began to wonder. About the MRSA, I mean. Did I have it?
The nursing staff told P and I that they wouldn't test me while I was ER, even though I had been admitted as a patient. Instead, they would wait until I was moved into a room, and then test me.
Until next time...
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