I was in 3 East for the rest of my hospital stays and can't say enough about the level of care I received from the nursing staff. I wish I could name them all here in case they ever stumble on this blog so they know how much they meant to Jimmy and me. He knew that when he wasn't there (which was rarely) I was well taken care of. The first week following my surgery I did amazingly well. The four chest tubes were removed and I was out of bed for short periods of time and my surgeon and pulmonologist's poster child for how a successful lung transplant should work. I had a set back the following week with severe nausea and vomiting. I was scheduled for surgery on my stomach and esophogus to correct severe acid reflux. Following that surgery, I did feel better but was in quite a bit of pain. However, by the end of two weeks, I was off all intraveneous meds and pain meds. The doctors felt I would be better off at home so I wouldn't pick up an infection from the hospital so I went home on a Friday, just two weeks after surgery.
The next morning, I experienced numbness in my left hand and arm as well as a pulse rate of about 160. We called EMS, took a trip to Jewish ER only to be told by my pulmonologist to go back home and increase my blood pressure medication.
On Monday morning, I was scheduled for my first routine bronchoscopy. Essentially, I am put under 'twilight sleep' and they wash my lungs with saline and then take several pieces to biopsy looking for signs of rejection. They didn't find rejection; they found pneumonia. So back in the hospital to 3 East I went for about four days (Jimmy would know for sure). I will stop here because my next hospital stay was a 30 day drama that I will need Jimmy's help to tell.
Thanks for reading this far and, remember, your feedback is welcome...I want to inform, not bore to tears!
Take Care All,
Becky
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