Dog on a chain


The doctors Rotor Rootered my sinuses yesterday. Their choice of verbs, not mine. And boy what a fun night it led to, my sinuses running red non-stop, completely dammed, making breathing through my mouth my only option.

Yes, last night the bleeding never ended and no one was that concerned. Or not as much as I was. I’m glad I didn’t have the surgery as an outpatient, though I would have probably been given better instructions and advanced warning about the blood faucet. The picture I attached shows about a quarter of the bleeding – at most.

When the doctors rounded this morning they told me the bleeding was normal and weren’t concerned. Timing is everything, and information like that would have been valuable to know yesterday, when I spent an hour on the Internet looking up post-surgery FAQs. Thanks for that, my white-coated friends. Fun with a capital FU. (I take that back. Thanks for not drilling into my avocado-sized brain yesterday.)

Like all hospital visits, this one has delivered its fair share of mental trials, like sleeping with blocked nasal passages and the last-minute catches of incorrect Tobra doses two days in a row – score one for the nurse and one for me. Isn’t delivering correct doses of IV meds a core skill? Come on, people, it’s not like accidentally adding an extra patty to a Big Mac. Get it right before my kidneys burst into flames.

Thanks to the Universe for a book I read recently, Unbroken. It recounts the true story of Louis Zamperini and what he endured during WWII. Big baby that I am, I thought of his hardships in Japanese POW camps and my discomfort became manageable. There will be no feeling sorry for myself here. Period.

10 to 14 days in the hospital? Easy time.

I developed a Bejeweled habit. I sit here for hours shuffling gems around and making colorful rows, then igniting the explosive ones. Bang, pow, pop, everyone clap. Hand to my heart, I’m really embarrassed, especially because I’ve earned a badge in every category. I’m holding my fingers in an “L” shape to my head right now. Usually I spend my time in Hell much better, but I’m tired and this is day 10.

I’ve done some work here, which is a “no no.” I can’t help it. I have projects to manage and to keep moving forward, and doing so makes me feel I have some control over my life despite being locked up and attached to an IV pole most of the day, which makes me a perfect candidate to come back in my next life as a hound dog chained to a backyard tree all day.

Bark, bark, bark, bark. In “dog” that means, “losing one’s freedom to roam bites the big one.”

8 thoughts on “Dog on a chain

  1. You never seem to have an easy hospital stay… That much bleeding would scare me, too, and I’d quickly become the doctors’ & nurses’ least favorite patient demanding to know why it’s happening/if it’s normal/can they make it stop.

    Unbroken is one of my favorite books. Really powerful story. And it really does seem like a piece of cake to endure “quality medical care” compared to being shot down in the Pacific amidst hungry sharks.

    Hang in there. Hope things start looking up soon with your sinuses.

    • Dr. Nanos,

      First, I was so happy to hear from you during my hospital stay.

      Are you saying I’m the problem during hospital stays? 🙂 I probably am because I pay attention to everything. They don’t have free run to make mistakes. As far as this stay, it wasn’t the worst one I’ve ever had.

      I loved Unbroken. Glad you and I line up on that one.

      Best to you and Matt.


    • Sherri, Sherri, Sherri,

      Nice to hear from you while I was jailed. Sorry for the late replay (I’ve been writing that a lot tonight).

      Thanks again for checking in and the good wishes.


  2. Dang! I don’t log on for a couple of weeks and you go to pot. I’m sorry about the hospital stay and the sinus surgery. Hope you’re feeling much better each day. And I’ve been in the hospital on the 4th and watched fireworks. It’s one of my better memories of being incarcerated. Unbroken is on my Kindle and I’m looking forward to it.

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