After my last blog I had a million things that I wanted to write about and share with the world. However, yesterday an interesting event happened to me and I decided I would share something current.
In the middle of night I awoke with a scratching frenzy and it would not go away. A couple of weeks ago I had a yeast infection that I treated immediately. I was having a little set back on that so I took a medication that I have taken for several years ealier that night. At midnight I awoke and was digging at my head, arm and leg, but just on the left side. At 2:30 am I finally got up as I did not want to awake my husband. When he got up around 8 am I was ready to go to the doctor. We went to our urgent care which did not open until 10 am till 2 pm, not sure why they really have those times. So he took me over to the emergency room at our local hosptial.
They got me right in and listened to me tell what was going on. I went straight into a room, wow I thought "I am going to be in and out quick". Thirty minutes later I was freezing to death, digging again and I called the nurse. I asked her if I could get some gloves or mits. She asked what for. I said I am afraid I am really going to start causing some major damage to my skin. She ask what size and started to hand me surgical gloves. Really I said! My nails will go right through those. She said let me go see what I can find. A few minutes later, Jerry, my husband went out to the truck and brought me in a paif of old brown jersey gloves. That helped alot. Guess what? The nurse never returned. A few minutes later the doctor poped her head in and said she was sorry that she did not know I was in there.
She asked what was going on, again I explained that I was miserable from the itching. She said that she would get an IV started and some shots because this was serious and she was sorry that they had not told her I was in there. They came right in and started an IV. I have horrible veins but with a new ultrasonic machine they can find the vein and start the IV with no problem. I highly recommend for everyone. In the IV they placed two medications and then game me shots in each arm. Immediately the itching went away but my chest got really tight and the pain was horrific. I was freezing to death. The doctor came in and we talked again about my condition. She said I should be able to leave in a bit. She had no clue what I had a reaction to, other than the medication that I have taken forever. Maybe a new pharmacy. Now I mess in medications everyday and know that this could be a possibility but my concern was: they did not have me pee in a cup, they did not take a swab to see if I still had a yeast infection, they did not scraping at my skin, they did not look at my head and that I said was full of crawling bugs to see if I had head lice or nothing and never asked my what I had eatten lately or what kind of medications I was on. I was very perplexed!
A little later the doctor came back in and I said can you run my six month blood work while I am here so that I don't have to come back later in the week. She wanted to know if I had a doctors order and I said no I usually go to my doctor and get that and then come over to the hospital lab. She said she could order than. In a couple of minutes she came back and said when the IV was started that the guy had taken blood, she did not know who ordered it but my doctor would have the results later in the week. Odd again that she was not aware of the blood work. I really began to question my care, but I was feeling better and ready to get out of there before they killed me.
At a little after one, three hours after admitting me they sent me home with three new medications, one of which I told them I might have difficulty taking due to having a sleeping agent in there and I hallucinate with. She said I should have no problem. We filled the medications, went to lunch and then home where I have stayed. I have felt horrible all weekend. I will follow up with my medical doctor next week to see what he thinks but I am really unsure what happened to me. I am not sure of the medical treatment I received if it was something that just covered my symptoms for now or what. It was very stange. My lesson from this is that next time, if this ever occurs I am going to ask lots of questions and demand that they listen to me. I should have known this by now, but when its you that is sick its hard to ask those questions.
Until next time..... Live one day at a time!
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Welcome
Good Morning World of 2013
Before I get started I would like to write a disclaimer. I do not pretend to be a professional writer. I have had this thought for along time that writing my thoughts and experiences is something I would like to do. This year 2013, I decided to start. So do not be expecting professional grammer or spelling at times. I am just writing my thoughts and providing insight for others that might encounter the same adventures. Thanks for reading my blog and I hope that you enjoy!
I was born Terri Arlene (I have never shared that with everyone) Newman. I was born on October 8, 1963 in the old downtown Clinton Missouri hopsital. I have an older sister, Lois who is 16 years older than me and a brother Hubert who is 13 years older. Yes, world I was the baby. My mom who was 40 when I was born often said that she wished she would have gave birth again so I would have had someone to play with. I have been told that my sister hated the thought of me, I was an embarrassment to her because she was sixteen and her mom was pregnant. Uggh, I can image!
I grew up fast being around older teenagers and adults all the time. Yes I had a childhood that we will discuss later but most of my private play times was around older people. This is one thing that has shaped me into the person I am today and I would not change that. Thank you mom and daddy!
I remember going camping in Oklahoma with my parents friends and no other kids. My mom got me an Indian doll (I still have the doll today) and rubber bass worm to play with (it was blue). My mom told me not to let the others know that she spent money on the doll, so I played with it in our camper by myself. There were no other kids on that trip. I don't know why she would have said that but I kept it to myself and had a blast with that ole worm and doll. I remember being around the campfire (still a great experience today) and listening to the men and women of the group tell stories and experiences.
My parents would go to friends and play cards. There were many friends but only one house I remember was Melvin and Lila in Holden that had kids. They were in their late teens. I would pester Gene to death. Some today would say that I had a childhood crush on him. To me he was great! He took me to the frozen pond one night while our parents played pitch, and we played on the ice. We didn't have ice skates we just got out on the ice and scooted around. Now when I look back on that he was probably hoping that the ice would break and I would drown so he didn't have to watch over me. I seen him a few years ago at his moms funeral and he didn't remember me. Other times his sister and him would entertain me with cardgames. I run into his sister occassionally and she never forgets me. Must have made an impression on her! Through those visits with friends of the family I grew up learning to socialize with those much older than me and to this day can play a mean game of pitch or poker.
My most impressionable person in life was Granny Morrison. She was my brother in law, Bill's mom. She would travel with us to the lake (even when Bill and Lois didn't go). She would play for hours with me on cardgames, board games and talking about life lessons. She was the best and the closest I had to a grandmother. She would sit for hours and read a book, look at nature and play solitare while the rest of us when about out day at the lake. I never heard her complain (expect at the flies, don't get in the way of that flyswatter that she always kept near). She taught me the value of occupying my time and never saying I was bored. So yes my beautiful girls, I did learn that from her, when you thought you were bored, I could always come up with at least 10 things for you to do.
As I venture through this life, this lesson of being around people of all ages is an experience that I value. I love to be with older people still today, to listen to their stories and words of wisdom. Their insight of where the world has come from and where it is going is very amusing. A lesson that I hope someday that I can pass on to young ones in my life.
So today is the beginning of 2013. I am 49 years old and have many lessons that I have learned and can share and I am still gathering lessons each day that I walk on this earth. I hope that you will continue to read my blog in the days to come. Remember to "live one day at a time".
Before I get started I would like to write a disclaimer. I do not pretend to be a professional writer. I have had this thought for along time that writing my thoughts and experiences is something I would like to do. This year 2013, I decided to start. So do not be expecting professional grammer or spelling at times. I am just writing my thoughts and providing insight for others that might encounter the same adventures. Thanks for reading my blog and I hope that you enjoy!
I was born Terri Arlene (I have never shared that with everyone) Newman. I was born on October 8, 1963 in the old downtown Clinton Missouri hopsital. I have an older sister, Lois who is 16 years older than me and a brother Hubert who is 13 years older. Yes, world I was the baby. My mom who was 40 when I was born often said that she wished she would have gave birth again so I would have had someone to play with. I have been told that my sister hated the thought of me, I was an embarrassment to her because she was sixteen and her mom was pregnant. Uggh, I can image!
I grew up fast being around older teenagers and adults all the time. Yes I had a childhood that we will discuss later but most of my private play times was around older people. This is one thing that has shaped me into the person I am today and I would not change that. Thank you mom and daddy!
I remember going camping in Oklahoma with my parents friends and no other kids. My mom got me an Indian doll (I still have the doll today) and rubber bass worm to play with (it was blue). My mom told me not to let the others know that she spent money on the doll, so I played with it in our camper by myself. There were no other kids on that trip. I don't know why she would have said that but I kept it to myself and had a blast with that ole worm and doll. I remember being around the campfire (still a great experience today) and listening to the men and women of the group tell stories and experiences.
My parents would go to friends and play cards. There were many friends but only one house I remember was Melvin and Lila in Holden that had kids. They were in their late teens. I would pester Gene to death. Some today would say that I had a childhood crush on him. To me he was great! He took me to the frozen pond one night while our parents played pitch, and we played on the ice. We didn't have ice skates we just got out on the ice and scooted around. Now when I look back on that he was probably hoping that the ice would break and I would drown so he didn't have to watch over me. I seen him a few years ago at his moms funeral and he didn't remember me. Other times his sister and him would entertain me with cardgames. I run into his sister occassionally and she never forgets me. Must have made an impression on her! Through those visits with friends of the family I grew up learning to socialize with those much older than me and to this day can play a mean game of pitch or poker.
My most impressionable person in life was Granny Morrison. She was my brother in law, Bill's mom. She would travel with us to the lake (even when Bill and Lois didn't go). She would play for hours with me on cardgames, board games and talking about life lessons. She was the best and the closest I had to a grandmother. She would sit for hours and read a book, look at nature and play solitare while the rest of us when about out day at the lake. I never heard her complain (expect at the flies, don't get in the way of that flyswatter that she always kept near). She taught me the value of occupying my time and never saying I was bored. So yes my beautiful girls, I did learn that from her, when you thought you were bored, I could always come up with at least 10 things for you to do.
As I venture through this life, this lesson of being around people of all ages is an experience that I value. I love to be with older people still today, to listen to their stories and words of wisdom. Their insight of where the world has come from and where it is going is very amusing. A lesson that I hope someday that I can pass on to young ones in my life.
So today is the beginning of 2013. I am 49 years old and have many lessons that I have learned and can share and I am still gathering lessons each day that I walk on this earth. I hope that you will continue to read my blog in the days to come. Remember to "live one day at a time".
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