Another day in pain and wondering if I should go to the ER. Always worry they going keep me or mistreat me. I get great care once on the floor. It’s a shame I have to worry about this when all I need and want is relief and not to hurt. I’m not asking for judgment. I hate lying to my mom and saying I’m fine when I’m not. I hate having her worry about me. I know if I wait too long it will take a while for my crisis to end. Honestly, I’m just tired of hurting. I pray all is well and if you praying warrior do say a prayer for me. God Bless
Hello and Welcome to my World. Today isn’t a good day. I don’t know if it the weather or the stress. It could be a combination of both. Some days or good and some days are bad. Today is a bad day. We don’t realize the things that send us over the edge. The things that disturb our peace mentally and emotionally. I’m learning to step back and look at what was hurting me. I make Saturday a wash day at my mother’s house. I push myself because I know things have to be done. Right now my back and up to my neck. I hate depending on my meds to help me feel better, I hate hurting even more. I have been doing a lot of resting for the past two days. Taking meds, laying on a heating pad, and of course, taking my meds. Oh, and drinking plenty of fluids and praying. I wish my dad was still here. I always go to him first and ask him to pray for me. I’m going to end the post here and pick up with an update tomorrow. Hope and pray everyone had a good weekend. God Bless
It’s sad how so many of us are dying due to the lack of care/ and knowledge. We’re dying because they don’t want to listen to us and think we faking it and want to be drugged up. I wish I can be normal but that’s, not the case. Im a warrior and in this fight till im call home. It breaks my heart to hear how we are getting treated. Hell, I still hate going to the hospital with all the BS I done went through. It’s getting better, but that nagging fear still in the back of my head. On my last stay, I was blessed with a good doctor who took the time out to hear my voice. I was so shocked it threw me off. I even had a good CNA! We stay in touch to this day. Doctors and nurses need to go back to school and get more educated on what the hell is Sickle Cell is. I hate when they ask how long you have been living with the disease. Im like what the hell. All my life. I done had so many compassionate nurses than doctors and that says a lot. The question is when will they do better by us?. We want to live and not die by their stupidity. From on out ill be doing more on my illness. Im tired of hearing someone died when they could have lived. We shouldn’t have to be scared of going to the hospital. Im is sorry if im everywhere with my post. I just want us to be heard and to show yall what I go through with living with this illness.
I know it’s been a while since I blogged. I have had two hospitals Stays since. The first one was after lost my lost man and they thought had covid but ended up with pneumonia. The question to me is how I got it. Thinking someone at the funeral was sick and should have stayed home. For the ones who have been with me since I started blogging about my illness, you know the shit I have been through. The mistreatment, not wanting to believe my pain because they couldn’t understand or see it. I have a podcast for you to check out. I’m going to school with the young lady they talking to. She is one of the strongest women I know who battle this illness. No matter how strong you are they still try to mistreat you. She gave me the ok to share it. I’m still trying to find my way back to blogging. I think I’m almost there. So bare with me. I’m going to visiting blogs. Thank you to the new followers who join my journey. God Bless each and everyone of you all. https://www.wnpr.org/post/almost-everybody-hurts-exploration-pain
Hello and Welcome back to my world. I’m still here and hoping to go home tomorrow. Thankful my counts are coming up on its own. I said counts were 7.7, I meant it was 7.2 and now counts are at 7.7. I’m still having a good doctor on my team. My pain isn’t as bad as it was when I came in so I’m thankful for that. My legs hurting but they starting to ease some. I’m looking into new meds for my illness. Waiting hears back from them. My nurse practitioner told me about it a few weeks ago. It was either the pill one or the iv one once a month and had to drive so that was out the question. I have the doctors asking me about taking the cancer meds again. But I’m good. Some doctors dont know its more meds out there for my illness. Be doing another post about the. We meds. Waiting to see if my insurance approves it. Until next time. God Bless
Hello and Welcome back to my journey. Another long day here. Last night was rough, i was hurting all night. Shortage on IV meds. IV meds are what needed to get the pain under control. I have a good team of doctors. Nurses can’t really say right now. My counts drop 7.7 overnight, so they have come and taken more blood for cross and type if i need blood. Let’s pray I don’t need. I have started reading again on my kindle to take my mind off my pain. Feels good getting back into reading and visiting blogs. I’m behind on my poetry for the month. I’m ready to go home, can you believe that. I’m not as bad as when i came in so that’s a good thing. But im, not 100% either. I’m starting to get tired of fighting. My body is in overload. I really don’t have much to say. Pray all is well with each and every one of you all. Blessings
Hey and Welcome to my world. It’s been a while since I did one of these posts and let me tell you. Yes, I have been in hospital. I had started working on the update just last night. I started hurting Friday afternoon but had stuff to do like washing and folding and grocery shopping. Your probably thinking health before all that. Maybe so, but I’m hard-headed and tired of going back to the ER every other week. Anywho I took a shower and meds and laid down for the night. Next day pain was still there but not as bad as the night before. It had moved to my back and leg but by night the pain had a return and was getting worse. So another shower and meds and laid it down for the night and watch some television to help relax and put me sleep. Throughout the night I notice I was getting pain around my ribs and would rub them and go back to sleep. Come morning I thought the pain was gone till I got up to go the restroom. It was more intense and rubbing wasn’t working. Another shower and meds with breakfast of course and a phone call to my mom to let her know. She was like maybe it’s gas since had lettuce in my taco last night. I tried drinking sprite and burp a few times. I gave it a few hours and pain was still there to the ER and I wasn’t happy about that. The set up is different since COVID 19. I take it they have different precautions in each of y’all areas. Two nurses in front of the entrance. I told them what was going on and she told me which window and where to go and wait till the name is called. Took almost an hour just get in the back to be in triage, but had to wait to get pull in back for a room. Had a nurse hadn’t had before and she didn’t want to really listen to me about my port. If it wasn’t for another nurse in the room. I don’t want to even think about it. My counts are good for now. My retic at 10.5, which isn’t good. It’s a sign letting me know I’m in crisis. I had a good nurse practitioner that I did have before. I’m thankful for her and how quickly she moves to get me comfortable and admitted. It’s going be a long night, they have me on meds by mouth. The IV dose was 1mg and that’s not what i take. Since the COVID crisis seems they have to be careful with IV meds on the floor but not ER. We shall see how this goes. Until tomorrow I pray all is well with each and every one of you all. Stay safe and inside. Blessings
Good Morning and Welcome to My World. It’s been a while since I posted about my illness. I’m trying to do better. Today isn’t a good day. Not feeling my best. I don’t know if it’s the rain or the season change that got me hurting. Usually, I tend to go in crisis around this time every year. I have been avoiding going to the ER. I may need to put my big girl undies on and go and get check out. I had a doctor’s appointment last week. I didn’t really get blood work done and wasn’t feeling my best then. They were more concern on a check-up from the last visit when I got admitted for 8 days. And make sure my kidneys are good. No news is good news, right? She would have called me and let me know what’s what so I’m glad they are ok. Last time I went to ER let’s just say the woman nurse practitioner was an idiot. My counts were in the 7s so she going tell me I wasn’t in a crisis and was going to discharge me. I look at her and said fine. Just cause my counts shows and looks like that don’t mean anything. Let’s just say I stayed in a crisis for two whole weeks. I made sure to call sickle cell clinic to let them know what was going on and for my pain meds. I tend to go without them but when pain is bad I let them know. She wasn’t happy about the woman saying I wasn’t in crisis. The month of July did a number on me so I was trying to go cold turkey. I don’t see doctors till next year. I’m hoping I don’t need them till then. God has been good to me even on the days when in fed up with the pain. I’m thankful. I’m also thankful for y’all sticking with me, as well as the new people who have to join my journey. Bare with me, haven’t forgotten about y’all. I did read a few posts a few days ago. It’s going to take longer when I’m taking meds for my pain. Until next time. Pray all is well with each and every one. God Bless
Hello and Welcome to My World. It’s been a week since I been home from 8-day stay. God is good. I was a worry for a while. Where should I start? Come to find out the accident put me in crisis. Not sure if I mention the ride to my check up on my hip. Let’s just say that ride was hell. My body was so on fire. Let’s just say I was glad I had arrived at the doc office but not really because I had to get an x-ray and I was already hurting. It took prob 10 mins to sign in and sit and wait to be called. I saw a person dress half-naked and I was like hope she doesn’t have sickle cell. We don’t like cold. A lot goes through my mind when I’m hurting while trying not to think of my pain. I got called to let’s just say I was not happy about getting back up and walking again. Finally made it to the back and let’s just say things weren’t going good. Got on the scale and went in a room and did that good stuff. Waited quietly for nurse practitioner and we’ll let’s just say it went to hell. She walks in and was like I have never seen you like this before. Oh, and I didn’t look good. I tried to hide how I was feeling but when you in pain it was hell. So she was like can u get on the table. Let’s just say had said a prayer before got up. And it went straight to hell. I didn’t want to be touch and it turned to move and tears fell. She was like yep never seen you like this going direct admit you. Let’s just say it didn’t go that way because the hospital was full. I was in the hallway in er part for 2 hrs before got meds and let’s just say it was supposed to be iv meds and got the pill. You guess it, it didn’t work. You would think a big hospital with 9 floors would have room. But nope. Anywho our waiting 6hrs in the hall to be admitted. Finally got put on the 5floor and settle in. Guess who hadn’t eaten all day till got in room at 5 or 6? Me. I had some great nurses and doctors. Seem always do when I’m in that hospital. It’s like every few years. I stayed on 5 floors, think maybe 2days. Things started going bad and oxygen was dropping and seem my lungs weren’t looking good. I ended up with acute chest, which can kill us. After I heard that was wrong. Started to panic but just prayed and became calm and call parents to let them know what’s going on. They couldn’t be with me since dad was in the hospital. Hey, I’m grown and actually like been alone. Long as I can call them and hear there voice everything going be ok. I got a move to.9floor pcu. That’s how serious things went and quick. The doctor had asked me have I ever had acute chest and I said yes once. She was like did you have cheat pain. I said no. That was alarm and she did an x-ray and come find out she was right. I had good nurses on 9 floors. They stayed on top of pain, before getting a move to the floor. Meds had got up to iv meds. Actually when sickle cell doctor find out what board said and let the doctor know. Guess she talk to them and things got to change and quick. Been on 9floor and receiving bags and bags of antibodies. Sighs. So wasn’t happy about that. Let me be real, it had been months since had pain meds. I like to go months without my pain meds if I don’t need it. Guess body wasn’t used to it and I didn’t feel like myself. I don’t know-how made it from bed to chair get comfortable. Why do they have beds that move in the hospital? Like you have been suck in. I know what into door few times going to. bathroom. Sucks when you getting fluids as well. It’s like hey let’s go to the bathroom, even after you just went. I hate sleeping with oxygen in the nose, and when came to checking and it was low they knew why. Got to the point when I did get out bed go the bathroom I wouldn’t put it back on. Let’s move on from the depressing part. Believe I was on 9 floors 3 almost 4 days. I was glad to be leaving the floor. That means I’m out of danger. Oh almost forgot to mention hip results, everything came back ok and not damage. Just bruise. Omg, I was so happy. Few days that pain was gone, just other stuff had worry about. I moved to the 4 floors once leaving 9 one. A couple of days there and I was a free woman. Lol. On the second day when met doc n, not his partner. My room was full n had student doctors. Let’s just say I’m good on all them looking at me and the room was full. He asks was it ok and said no and he sent them out. Thank God. It’s a plus when the doctor listens to you on everything from how you feel and what you take for pain. They were surprised to find out what I had been doing for pain. I may have a serious illness, but I don’t want to be defined by it. On my good days, I don’t think of having sickle cell. You probably thinking to say what. We like being treated like we’re normal like everyone else who’s not living with chronic illness. Oh, yea almost forgot I did end up getting 1 unit of blood, let me just say I really didn’t want it because of what happened last time. Guess went good, I did scratch but that because of meds. I didn’t get blood till I was in my low 5’s and was getting headache and feeling very weak and tired. My mom had talk sense into me when it came to getting the blood. The way she did it was the only way I was going agree. What would we do without our parents? Well whew, that was a lot to type and sorry it took so long on update. My dad is doing much better, not passing out when he cough anymore. He still coughing but they have him on some meds to help with passing out. He has started his meds for his cancer as well. Well, thank you for being patient and sticking with me on this journey. God Bless until next time.