I’m pretty sure even Helen Keller saw this one coming. I’m an inpatient, once again. This makes the third hospital stay this year.
I’m in better spirits than I was the last time (September 9-25, 2013) I was here. Mostly because last time there were too many unknowns, too many “new” experiences for me, and far too many let downs. Knowing that I can’t live forever with a chest tube and air leak, going back for a more aggressive approach was inevitable. I’m grateful the doctors let me push it out a week so that I could be surrounded by family and friends for my birthday weekend. Alas, the party is over and it’s time to get down to business.
In all of the years I’ve been coming to MUSC, this was the fastest I’ve ever been given a room–within an hour. Meds have been ordered, labs have been done, and IV line has been placed. Not bad.
The attending physician told me that I have no orders for any tests or labs tomorrow (Wednesday) and that I should walk around, take it easy, build my strength. I will be NPO (no food/drink) at midnight Wednesday night. Thursday, I am scheduled for surgery, though a time has not been confirmed.
They will use my current chest tube hole, reopen the previously healed hole, and cut a third hole in order to have as much access as needed. They will once again go in with a camera/scope to try an locate the leak that has plagued me for two months. Once located, they will clamp off and staple the damaged portion of the lung and remove that section.
To say that I am nervous is an understatement. I am glad that I got to sing my face off over the weekend, as I’ve no guarantees I’ll have that opportunity again. Same goes for meeting Norman and Melissa and TWD gang. Good timing, right?
And so, here I sit. Instead of a city view this time, I have a concrete office building. I packed better, bringing items I was given over the last stay, plus some new ones (electric kettle, tea bags, lotion, magazines, cards, tissues, jimjams, slippers…)
Hopefully, the next 24 hours will prove uneventful. Thursday is looming, but I know that I have to get through it. I’m over all of this nonsense and ready to put it behind me.
Fingers and toes crossed.