On August 8, after being a hospital patient for 100 days, I was released back into the free world.
No more 5:30 AM visits from the blood lab techs. No more blood pressure/temperature/O2 measuring every four hours. No more being restricted to my chair or to my bed for fear of falling. Also, no more meal delivery at 8, noon, and 6, but now I was free to raid vending machines or rest stop fast food joints or the junk food next to checkout registers. I still had about 15 pounds to go in regaining the weight I’d lost in the Amsterdam ICU. https://wordpress.com/block-editor/post/raisedintheforeignservice.blog/5647
My husband drove us the 300 miles from Gainesville to Palm Beach County in a rental car, in the rain, in the dark, and on a highway under mid-repairs. Still, we were alone together, and that was heaven. As we pulled into our neighborhood, we each breathed a sigh of relief: we were home. It had been a long four months.
The first couple of weeks were a bit rough. I was still learning how to use the cane I received at Shands Hospital. Things were a bit more stable when we rented a four-wheel walker, a less glamorous version of my jazzy Amsterdam Rollator, that gave me the confidence to get walking on the neighborhood sidewalks.
And I’d come down with a bacterial infection in my colon while I was at Shands, the dreaded c diff, as in Clostridium Difficile. Thank you Latin for making the point: it’s no fun and difficult to shake. We’d picked the medication up at the Shands pharmacy as I’d need a dose before we got home; noting the “must be refridgerated” tag, I nestled the medication under the car’s foot-level AC all the way home. For the next 12 days, I took the drug every six hours, including a 2AM trudge to the fridge. I also kept myself isolated in the guest room and guest bath, heeding the nurses’ warnings that c diff is easily transmitted to others unless hygiene is under control. [The good news: we are both now in the clear.]
The infection didn’t much diminish my appetite. In fact, I took full advantage of having stomach troubles by ordering up a carton of sugary Ginger Ale, developing quite the taste for the soft drink. Empty calories? I had room for them as I worked to add the pounds. I let myself indulge in other treats including café con leche and guava pastries from our local Cuban bakery. And Häagen-Dazs, the Bronx-invented fake Danish-named high fat ice cream.
I began physical therapy at a place just five minutes up the road with a philosophy I can, and do, live with. It feels great to get more mobility and strength under my feet every day.
This past Friday, we went back to Shands Hospital for a follow-up with the vascular department. The checkup revealed that a pocket of blood near my May 5 incision had grown. I knew I was in good hands when, despite it being the end of the day on a Friday in August, Shands mobilized a crack team to successfully perform the clotting procedure.
A quiet night was all it took for me to feel fine, and we were treated to a Saturday breakfast by Victoria and her boyfriend Christian, who are finally getting to go on the Mexican vacation that was postponed by my Amsterdam illness.
We get Pancho for a few weeks, too!
8 thoughts on “Civilian Life, Mostly”
Your writing continued to be amazing and I’m
Thankful that you are on the road to health. Keep eating the guava pastry for me and have an extra cup of cafe con leche
Thanks for reading AND writing, Sheila! And, yes, I even added sugar to my café!
Glad to keep reading your blogs & know your heading in the right direction with fewer blips in the road. Susan Berger
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Thanks for ready by AND writing, Susan! Here’s to fewer blips.
Welcome back. You have been through absolute hell, and I am totally amazed that you managed to blog with such a positive and somewhat outside-sort-of-objective point of view throughout. Best of luck going forward.
On Sun, Aug 25, 2019 at 1:37 PM Raised in the Foreign Service wrote:
> raisedintheforeignservice posted: ” On August 8, after being a hospital > patient for 110 days, I was released back into the free world. No more 5:30 > AM visits from the blood lab techs. No more blood pressure/temperature/O2 > measuring every four hours. No more being restricted to my c” >
Thanks, Nancy. We do our best to deal with what’s dealt, as you well know, and my positive nature and analytical bent are both in what I write. I was thinking that the ER/ICU experience might make for a good story for the Diagnosis column in the NYT Sunday Magazine. Stay tuned!
Hello mrs Lopez,
You came up in my mind and i googled your blog to see how you’re doing. I am so glad to hear that you’re getting your strength back and your mobility! Keep on writing and take care of yourself!
xx Houda (i was an intern during your stay in OLVG)
Hi Houda! I knew you’d be reading, I think you were my first Dutch follower. 😎 Yes, it’s remarkable to be back in the land of palm trees and moving pretty well with less and less assistance. I hope your studies are going well, and dank u wel for writing! Kelly