'Til Tuesday on Friday good thing it's Monday

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I've had one heck of a month so far. As I've said before I hate summer. (when I dislike something I don't capitalize it, there's a little glimpse into my psyche)

I had an appointment for SoluMedrol, which is an IV steroid to help stop an MS flare up. To refresh the story, I had collapsed on a very hot day a few weeks ago. My fall wasn't just a faint feeling but a total weakness on the left side of my body.
I was very upset about this for so many reasons but mostly because I'm honestly worried about just how quickly things have progressed with me and knowing that my treatments so far have not been successful in slowing my disease.
I was scheduled for a SoluMedrol treatment at the infusion center which is also on the ground floor of the hospital. I have gotten to know the staff there and they know me and even commented on how I'm now part of the family. In this area called the Short Stay you can also find people with other medical needs such as Chemotherapy and the like. I've even made some friends in there to which I say 'see you next month' when I leave. So, yes we are quite like family.

I headed in for my treatment the 5th of July. The reason I remember is because I had this ordered before that and yet I have to have three consecutive days of the SoluMedrol and Short Stay was taking the long weekend off. Also I leave my IV in so when I go in on the other days it saves me from getting a new needle each time.

Of course Monday the 5th was still considered a holiday by most around here and I had the Short Stay practically to myself. The nurses who were administering this treatment asked for a test to make sure I was okay for the drug. As it turns out I wasn't. Nothing major just a UTI. I was on antibiotics for only three days so I guess it's a strong one.
They scheduled me right back just after day three, which is also sort of odd. I did the first course and it was fine. I have been told how I take the IV "like a champ" because I absorb it as if it were water. A lot of people will have an increase in their systolic/diastolic rates but I just keep beating along at my even and low rate of 114/70. I'm just a relaxed person I guess.
I was fine and went home, things were good. Then I started to notice some pain at the IV site and figured the nurse can check it out tomorrow. As the night progressed so did my headache which I'd assumed was just a caffeine withdrawal headache.
I finally went to bed but I woke up at around 0400hrs with this pounding headache and I could tell I was running a fever. I was falling in and out of sleep until it was time for me to go back to the Short Stay clinic.
I told the nurse who was about to start my IV that I think I have a fever and maybe we shouldn't do this just yet. So she took my vitals and yes my temp was at 99.5. Along with my low blood pressure I also have a low temperature normally so when she called that out I was shocked.
I waited at Short Stay until my Doc could be reached and the clinic would follow his advice for my treatment. I waited in my comfy chair while I did puzzles and read up on the Sandy vs Jesse drama. I then could hear this sound which I at first was a little kid.
(in a slow and child like tone) "mmmm mmmmm....mmmmm"
Unfortunately I was the only one in the room and then I heard a high pitched shrill and I realized that it was not a kid.
She started yelling "I want my aunt pleeeeaaaase!" I could not make out the other more calm parts of the conversation. I could tell they were calming her down though, and I heard her yell and ask for her aunt again. I heard a man yell as if he'd just entered their room "What IS Going on in here!"
There was more muffled talking and I heard a man sternly and calmly telling her something. My guess was he was telling her to calm down, where she is and so forth.

My eyes were looking up at the air vent where the sound was coming from when a nurse came in and asked what I was looking at. I paused and decided to share this with her. This turned out to be the wrong choice.
She asked what are they saying to you. That's when I knew she thought that I was crazy.
So this went on and I was even given a bell to ring if I heard the voices again.
There is a difference between overhearing a conversation and "Hearing Voices". And I didn't go to nursing school to learn that one.
I was treated differently by the nurses, I bet I was the highlight of the day for them. I had to give two blood samples before I was allowed to leave. As I left though one of the nurses had to share with me her bad reaction to a drug and she thought that everyone was after her or conspiring against her. In my cruel cynical way I asked "was that drug Cannibus? cuzz I know it makes some people paranoid."

We'll see what happens during my next Short Stay adventure.
Freaked out by this I've shared all of my feelings about this with whoever wants to listen. So thank you, for indulging my self therapy through this blog.

Thoughts,Comments or Loose Change is always welcome.