Still in hospital, same room since admitted on Oct. 1.
Nightmares do not only happen at night. When the pain strikes it's a real screamer. When the fevers take hold (usually 2 or 3 times daily) I cannot move at all. Can't hold up my own weight. I am in a magic bed that has a massage mechanism to prevent bed sores.. thrilling, that. Since I am prone to fall due to weakness, the bed can also be a tattletail. An alarm will sound if I try to get out of bed without assistance. I feel pretty safe when I feel anything at all.
Fevers spiking to 103.5 have left me totally drained. I cannot go home while they're happening.
Probably unable to go home at all to a second-story apartment. I will need at least a walker, possibly a wheelchair.
There are rumors of an assisted living option, but the specialists don't believe that will be enough.
One visitor only since arrival. That's all I can stand. Good friend.
Due to the arrogance and stupidity of a new physician, I almost bought the farm the other night. For the next 2 days I wish I had.
And so it goes.