Posted 1/12/2015 5:20 AM (GMT 0)
Home from the hospital. Drs think I had a virus and my system just couldn't handle it. Initially, they were very concerned about dehydration due to lab results. I presented better than I should've-always try to look my best:) They drew 8 cultures over the days, normally I get 3, because they were sure I had something systemic going on. For once-the starts aligned in my favor. My port has healed from the infiltration of TPN due to a needle issue(or home health issue…), so the picc was pulled. Yay for that since it will give me one less area to be worried about. Of course, the port is still accessed for TPN.
Both the hospitalist and internal medicine doc on my case have had me before, and commented that I wasn't my usual self. They know that I will try anything-beg, borrow, or steal, to get out as soon as possible. This time, I was just so…tired. It sounds stupid, we all get tired, but this is a bone deep, to the gut, tired. Even having my fav hottie male nurse switched to my room didn't help-but he was pretty to look at :) I think the problem is that now, we have to much info at our fingertips. I'm glad we don't rely on a Dr or nurse to tell us everything, and that they do no wrong, but knowing too much is also dangerous. I know everything I have is degenerative and that each day is probably the best I'll feel. I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me, these diseases have made me who I am. And of course I sometimes think, "why me?", but then someone comes up and tells me that what I'm doing or saying helps them get thru their day. Yes, there are positives, strange-I know, to being chronically ill, but this week, my limit was reached. Wow-that's gotta be a run-on sentence:)
My pain doc has an office where I was inpatient. He came by to visit, or as he calls it-to be Annie and tell me the sun will come out tomorrow. Sadly, the man cannot sing. He does have red hair… He just wanted to check-in and see what was up. I know I keep saying it, but I'm incredibly blessed with a great medical team-both at home and at Duke. After I beat him at a few hands of cards, he brought up palliative care, again.
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Here's the definition:
Palliative care is specialized medical care for people with serious illnesses. It focuses on providing patients with relief from the symptoms, pain, and stress of a serious illness—whatever the diagnosis. The goal is to improve quality of life for both the patient and the family.
Palliative care is provided by a team of doctors, nurses and other specialists who work together with a patient’s other doctors to provide an extra layer of support. It is appropriate at any age and at any stage in a serious illness and can be provided along with curative treatment.
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I have an appointment with him tomorrow. I have quite a bit of inflammation down my sternum so it's time for a series of cortisone injections. My question for you intelligent folks is this: Do you have any experience with palliative care? If so, what made this type of care different from your normal day to day care? He mentioned patient comfort being first and foremost, but I feel my Drs fight pretty hard for comfort anyway. If a patient is classified as a palliative care patient, does this open up more options for meds? Just what's the difference?
Part of me is scared to even think about it. I've said before, I feel like these diseases are a monster, chasing me and breathing down my neck. If I slow down, mis-step, or make a bad decision, it will overtake me. I've been running since I was a small child, maybe it's time to take a break.
I know I said this on my other post, but thanks again for the supportive and kind words. I try to reply and offer advice or empathy, but lately I've been taking much more than giving. This is one of the only forums I know where there isn't a ton of bickering, or petty childish behavior. Pain is strong, but instead of knocking us down and attacking individually, we are able to stand(sometimes with a cane, walker, or chair) and become strong by supporting each other. Pretty cool :)