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Saturday, August 24, 2013

They actually made a mistake...

...while reading my CT scan the other day. I had a hideous headache and after I could do NOTHING that provided me relief from the pain, I ended up going to the Emergency Department at a small community hospital in Gardena California. The docs there ordered a CT scan and when they read it, they told me that it showed a "fresh bleed" in my brain. The doc who told me even used his most empathetic voice and apologized for having to give me the bad news.

They said that their hospital wasn't prepared to care for such a traumatic brain injury so they immediately transferred me to LAC-USC hospital by ambulance and when I got there, I was taken straight to the intensive care unit and hooked up to every line imaginable. Needless to say, I was rather frightened. The next morning when the docs made their rounds, I was assured that the scan had been misread, the "bleed" was actually a calcification from an old bleed that I had years ago. Yes, you read that right...I have rocks in my head. They discharged me later in the day and by then I had lost my room at the hotel where I was staying. It took another day but I finally got that straightened out and I spent last evening cleaning the room and "moving" back in. Oh, BTW, one good thing came out of the medical mistake...I'll tell you about that later on.

My daughter is hosting a baby shower today and I'm helping her prepare for that this morning. I need to jump in the shower and get dressed for the day but I'll be back the first chance I get. I wanted to tell you about the "one good thing" that came out of my most recent hospital stay and I also wanted to discuss something that I mentioned earlier...what it takes to get named on this blog. Perhaps after I explain that, you'll understand why my next "mention" will be posted soon.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Goodness!
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August 24, 2013  
Blogger Karen Itscometothis said...

OMG! What a crazy and expensive mistake. Those ambulance rides can cost a small fortune. I'm sorry you had to endure this! http://www.freedomfromdivorce.blogspot.com

August 27, 2013  

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Wednesday, August 14, 2013

OK then...

...An update, let's see how well I can do this with a 2 year old helping me push buttons. You wouldn't believe how long it took me to sign on! Somehow he found the button


I was going to say that he found the backspace button but as I was trying to type that, he found the button to turn this sucker off. That took me hours. Now his father is home and he's going down for a nap, at least that's rumor. With any luck at all, I'll be able to finish this update.

Not too much tell except that yesterday I was declared temporarily disabled which is apparently the first step on the way to permanent disability. That's a good thing. The place I'm staying has no Wi-Fi so yesterday I started to head to McDonald's (HE JUST TURNED THIS THING OFF AGAIN!) but I just didn't have the energy. 2 weeks in the hospital really wore me out and after spending the day with a 2 year old...I need a nap!

BTW, when I get a chance, I wanted to go to Hollywood and take some pics for you guys and use the Starbucks Wi-Fi on Hollywood Blvd. It's about time I have some fun!!! (The kind where the 2 year old stays with Mommy...I'm Grandma!)

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Glad to know you are enjoying your grandson! Are the other (childbearing related) health problems ok or are you facing some "repair surgery?" Of course you are exhausted! I read once you need to triple the time in the hospital to recover from being there. I hope you are regaining use of whatever side it is and also healing from all the drama and trauma you have endured!
Here's to a speedy recovery!
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August 14, 2013  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hope everything works out for you!! I pray for you every night god bless you.

August 14, 2013  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


Oh, you must not want to answer my nosey health questions. Sorry. Still sending you positive energy and health! Hope all is going well!
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August 16, 2013  

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Tuesday, August 06, 2013

I am...

...OUTTA HERE!!!

My daughter is on her way to get me so this has to be quick but I wanted to let you all know what was going on. The next few days (weeks?) should be very interesting. They most assuredly will be challenging! 

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

I hope everything goes well. I've been lurking on your blog rooting for you for a few months. I'm just wondering why you have to stay at a shelter and not with your daughter. Anyway, I'm sure you have your reasons. I'm sending positive thoughts your way!

August 07, 2013  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

It means so much to me when I hear from people like you. It totally negates the pain that comes from the people who should, as a matter of common decency, care the most.

I WON'T stay with my daughter because she is happily married to a wonderful man and I didn't come here to interfere with her life that I am so proud of. I just wanted to be closer to her.

Thanks for reading, writing and caring!

Meg

August 07, 2013  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

An update please!
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August 14, 2013  

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Kedo from my hospital bed!

With any luck at all, today will be the day that I finally get to leave the hospital! Yesterday I recieved ANOTHER diagnosis that made me laugh...only because it was about the fifth one that I've received since being admitted with a stroke. The stroke alone was funny because I've actually lost count of how many I've had. With physical therapy and my own IMMENSE determination, the left sided weakness will be easily overcome. Other issues I've encountered...not so much.

A brief overview of my issues during my current stay are varied, numerous and not at all related. (This is where you might want to stop and finish your meal before continuing!)I came in on a Monday (2 weeks ago!) and the stroke was what I came to address. Within a few days, I began relieving myself of large quantities of bright red blood when I was expecting to expel other, smellier substances. Of course, that bought me a visit from the Assman who invited me to the OR for a visit with his trusty endoscope. Unpleasant to be sure, but nothing dreadfully sympathy evoking. He found nothing but a rather healthy ass. The next day, I began losing large quantities of blood from a portal within the same vicinity. It seems as though the hippopotamus to whom I gave birth over 36 years ago is still causing me and my birth canal trauma. He was so large that he caused a detour between two distinct exits so the blood (and other traveling substances) had an extra option on it's way out of my body. Anything that found my anal sphincter too much of a challenge could simply change routes and leave by the path of least resistance. That gave the doctors a couple of options when seeking the source of the bleeding. (They eventually figured that one out but until I speak to my family, I must keep that answer to myself for the time being.) That issue kept the docs busy for a few days. Then, I found myself thinking of ways to end the entire wretched ordeal but I like my grandchildren and I'm nowhere near ready to leave them yet so I requested a visit from a pyschiatrist who was kind enough to increase my Xanax which has helped considerably. Soon after that, the physicians concurred with me that the irregular heartbeat they were monitoring consistently on the telemetry unit was the result of them withholding my heart medication so they finally began giving it to me and soon I was able to leave the telemetry unit with dirty sticky areas all over the trunk of my body left from the countless stickers they had been attaching the cardiac leads to my body with. I was still disallowed to shower so I requested adhesive remover and removed the dirty glue that had been clinging so desperatly to my chest and abdomen. When I arrived on the new unit, some nitwit doctor who didn't believe that I really didn't want to cause myself any harm decided that I needed a "sitter" in my room. The grandmotherly ladies were so attentive that everytime I rolled over, they wanted to know if I was OK. I would have been if only I could have simply gone back to sleep. Instead, I had to explain that I was simply rolling over and could go back to dreamland if only I didn't have to tell them why I was rolling over in bed. By Sunday night, I was looking forward to leaving but the hippo damage reared it's head again and left me with more blood during my visits to the loo. I thought little of that until the day nurse informed me that the sample they had sent to the lab on Sunday night came back positive for an infection. Did YOU know that shit could be infected? Well, it can be. After the nurse informed me of my most recent diagnosis, I began laughing at the never ending list of health issues. Then, I did something very stupid...I asked,"What else could go wrong?" Right at that moment,the nurse noticed the massive quantity of blood that was pooling underneath my hip area. Another test convinced them that I needed to visit another type of doctor as an out-patient. I had to put that issue out of my mind and concentrate on my new wheelchair. The physical therapist "taught" me how to operate the wheelchair and then, shortly after she left, a social-worker informed me that the shelter that I was SO hoping to enter did NOT allow wheelchairs. Desperate to leave this place, I told her to watch as I used every bit of strength that I had to walk without my shiny new wheelchair. I think I convinced them that I could walk so with any luck at all, I should be able to get into my shelter of choice sometime today.

For most people, today may be a boring day. But something tells me that I may have an opposite experience so come back after I've had a chance to have another one of my escapades!

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Blogger Karen Itscometothis said...

Oh my gosh! That's craziness. I really hope you're on the road to recovery (as well as to your daughter's house). I'm happy to find your blog. I just started a divorce, and a blog of my own. Take care of yourself - you deserve it! ~ME

August 13, 2013  

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Saturday, August 03, 2013

Progress, sort of

I'm ready to be discharged but I'm in a wheelchair for now and no domestic violence shelters, or any others, apparently, take people in wheelchairs. I was moved into a room that doesn't have a decent internet connection so I'll just write more in the word processor and then wheel myself back out here to copy it into this sucker. I'm doing much better except for the homeless thing, but this too shall pass. BTW, do any of you know where the ranch is that the Manson family stayed at? I bet that place is vacant.

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Blogger q1605 said...

I don't think I could start that process over again.

August 03, 2013  
Blogger Meg Kelso said...

Well, I wouldn't either but I haven't many options. I have considered getting a tent and finding a prairie where I could build a very little house.

:)

August 03, 2013  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Just sending good vibes!

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August 05, 2013  

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