Author’s note: This is a recollection of my events from a year ago. There is no need to panic.
I have spent my first actual night in a hospital and the novelty of the experience has worn away quickly. Vital signs are taken every couple of hours and I have an IV feeding plasma into my arm. The hospital bed has a thin plastic mattress making sleep very uncomfortable (in addition being awakened for vitals and blood work). While everyone else has been in a hospital before this is the first time it has happened to me!
I ask Kelly and Jerry to share the news about what is going on with me. I don’t know how to tell people myself. When it comes to entertaining people I am good at posting memes or something insightful. However I am not good at sharing my personal experiences with people outside of a handful of trusted friends. I quite simply don’t know what to do and very uncomfortable about.
Still, everyone is very supportive and I receive a number of visitors through out the day. I also receive a number of supportive messages via text and Facebook. I respond to everyone that I can but, again, I am overwhelmed and I leave the phone alone for awhile.
Of the visitors I received that day I remember one occasion in particular. Craig and Pratt visited me just after I ordered a late lunch. I believe it was some sort of sandwich and fries. They don’t mind that I eat while they are there. The tray is nuzzled up against me on the table while I am in bed. We are having a conversation and a few laughs. I start off eating some fries and it is only a couple of minutes when I suddenly lose my appetite. The nausea hits me like a ton of bricks and I am ready to throw up. I carefully untangle my IV and other monitor lines and take the IV pole with me to the bathroom. It takes me about ninety seconds but feels longer. I make it to the restroom in time to throw up. When I am done I offer my apologies to Craig and Pratt but they dismiss it. I also let the nurse know that I threw up and can’t finish my meal.
One thing I have learned about being admitted to a hospital on a weekend is that nothing happens. I mean, it’s the weekend. Unless it is a life or death emergency you are pretty much going to wait until Monday before something significant is put on the schedule. I have a liver biopsy scheduled the next day. That means I am on a liquid diet until then. It is something that I will keep in mind if I ever admitted to the hospital again.