I'd settled into a nice routine. Breakfast, walk, chair nap, judge shows, lunch, walk, nap. Dinner. Room mate was in need of dialysis and to my horror they did it in the room. Not that you saw anything but the noise of the machine was unpleasant. He never complained. As I stated previously it was nice that he had someone with him at all times. We never did much but exchange pleasantries as I made my numerous trips to the bathroom.
Bladder control was still a hideous problem for me and I was unhappy about that most of all. Even the floor, ugh. I did ask if I could have my night time diuretic earlier so that I could get through the night, I was obliged. My recovery was coming along quite nicely.
At some point it was determined that I was severely lacking in magnesium and potassium. The magnesium was a liquid that I mixed with some juice and wasn't terrible. Still beat that stuff I had to mix with the Gatorade before the colonoscopy and endoscopy. But then it was a good deal less. The potassium was the bitch.
It had to be administered via IV. It burns. I had them drag it down to it's lowest dispensing time, I'm not one who cannot handle pain. This stuff was like a fiery acid in the vein. Very unpleasant. At one one I needed 3 bags. This took a total of 6 hours. Normally an IV drip is half of an hour. I used my Tylenol then. Unfortunately for the end of the second I missed the dosage and was in a lot of discomfort. Obviously I survived.
It was so bad, that a woman who made rounds, she was a patient came by to see me and I told her I couldn't talk. I didn't even know her name. Not sure why she was in there.
We are on the last week of my hospitalization gang. More to come but I must check on my dinner.
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