When I started getting physical therapy I didn’t realize there were two kinds of therapy.

1. Physical Therapy
2. Occupational Therapy

Physical Therapy when they first started as I explained was very difficult. When you are trying to do something so simply as sitting up in bed can be debilitating. At first, I could not do it. I was actually screaming and grunting so badly I was embarrassed and mortified. I wasn’t until now I realized that the reason I had to have the ambulance called was because I fell and could not get up off the floor. That amazes me when I think about it now.

This therapy session was conducted with two people with straps attached to my waist when I was doing the simplest of tasks as sitting up. After a few sessions I was able to stand with some assistance and then take some steps. After a week or two I was walking down the hallway, rest and walk back. This was a tremendous feat, and I was very excited to tell Carrie about it. After a while the catheter was removed and was not physically connected to the monitors so I could move around as I needed, going to the bathroom etcetera. I liked this freedom, but I still had a fear.

Occupational Therapy was completely different. When the Occupational Therapist came in, I thought she was another physical therapist, a very pretty on at that. She explained that occupational therapists are there to help you adjust to regular home life. Going to the bathroom, taking a shower, getting in and out of the bathtub, all the everyday things you do in your life at home. She came in a few days to help with that and gave me some stretch bands to do some seated exercises, walking me through them a few times. I wish she had come earlier so I could have got used to some of that exercise, but she only came three times that I remember and only had me get in and out of the tub one time. That one time I actually did not get all the way in the tub because it was freezing cold, and my butt was hanging free in my gown.

After all the therapy I was getting I was feeling very good about my ability to get around and mentally getting ready for leaving the hospital and the trip home.

I mentioned I still had a fear. This was the 16 steps up to my apartment. After all the therapy I had I never had any exercise on the stairs.

I was moved to multiple rooms during my stay.

• Emergency Room
• MICU
• CICU
• Another Room (Don’t remember the area)
• General Population (sounds like prison)

Each of these areas had different levels of treatment with General Population the best. Even though the name sounds like prison.

After my first night which came with a lot of pain, needle poking, people walking in and out. Frustration with my oxygen mask. I could go on and on. My first nurse at night was Zane. He is also my first instance with a male nurse, the amount of care is the same male or female. It makes no difference. Although I can say male nurses know how to adjust thing’s concerning the male and anatomy. If you know what I mean, when the doctors came back the next day they started talking about my problems. I had sepsis, which is a serious condition where the body responds improperly to an infection, your infection fighting processes turn on the body itself, causing your organs to work improperly or poorly. The symptoms are not specific and can vary from person of person. I think mine came from the pneumonia I had when I first entered the hospital, this led to problems with my lungs, the kidneys, liver and just about every other organ in my body. During my stay, Carrie was always concerned about my cough and pneumonia, I was always concerned about my kidneys. They kept talking by dialysis and I did not want that in a nutshell.

The problems I was dealing with was pneumonia liver disease kidney failure and heart disease. Those are the problems I was facing. we’ll get more into the later state of my hospital on the next post.

Have a great day.

From dangling my legs, things kept getting better every day. The problem looking back, I was not going to the bathroom. I had the catheter, and I was peeing a lot. I was not having any bowel movements; I was not pooping. I never really thought about that. It wasn’t until I was transferred out of the ICU or MICU, which means medical ICU, that I started to poop. Problem with pooping; prior to me heading to the hospital, I had gained so much weight, I had thought, I could not wipe myself. I found this very embarrassing to this day and I never told Carrie about this. To qualify this, I did not gain so much weight as fat, I had retained so much water. Swelling me up, including my ball sack, scrotum. I had ratained so much water that even a friend of mine I met at spirit made a comment about how much weight I had gained.

Backing up a little, I was in MICU a few days. I was then moved into Cardio ICU. And I need to mention Scott. He was a nurse I had in MICU, and he was great. The most important thing is Carrie liked him as well.

Each day, I would be visited by multiple doctors, a team. They specialized in different fields, cardiology, renal, etc. They would all come in and ask questions of me. Look at the monitors. Mostly look at the monitors, let me know how things were going. If I wasn’t doing well sometimes, they would say nothing. Most of these doctors were great. Except for doctor Sanchez, he was an ass. I think it talked about him in an earlier post. He is also the one that told Carrie I was going to die. My family was told by someone, I don’t know who, but they told my family that I would not leave the hospital alive.

 Going back again, when I was in the hotel room trying to get help, I felt that I was going to die or close to it. When I was in the ambulance and heading to the emergency room, I no longer felt I was going to pass and was in good hands. I understand that was in bad shape, but I no longer felt in danger of dying. During my stay, I was moved into multiple rooms and had several nurses and nurse’s aides, the funny thing is the nurse’s aides did most of the work. they were all fantastic.

  This is all for the day, goodbye.

First, I forgot to post this after writing the title. Crap!!

Second, Kava is the best thing I have ever discovered!