We're all just glad you're all right nowI didn'w know you were in medicine! It is pretty scary. This is the first time in 13 years of being diabetic that I've had DKA since my initial diagnosis. My blood sugar is usually under such good control that I can even splurge on ice cream, cake, or other sugary treats once a week or so. Now, though, I feel completely adverse to sugar -- I never want to touch it again!
I'm pretty sure it was something I ate, but I'm positive it wasn't MSG. I stick mainly to natural and organic foods. I can't be sure what food it was, though, because everything I ate before I got sick were exactly the kinds of things that could easily cause food poisoning: chicken Cesar salad, fresh blueberries, fresh veggies and hummus, and mushroom soup (though I doubt it was that). When I got home the first thing I did was throw out all the food.Hope you feel better son, TSQ.
Just a thought about the triggering event: sounds like a MSG reaction, or something like that. Did you have anything weird to eat?
Most of it wasn't so bad. The staff in the ICU were wonderful. The only thing that was truly horrible was the morning of the day I was released:We're all just glad you're all right nowI didn'w know you were in medicine! It is pretty scary. This is the first time in 13 years of being diabetic that I've had DKA since my initial diagnosis. My blood sugar is usually under such good control that I can even splurge on ice cream, cake, or other sugary treats once a week or so. Now, though, I feel completely adverse to sugar -- I never want to touch it again!- you've had quite the horror story there.
And yeah, I'm in medicine. It's always the ones you least suspect...![]()
And yeah, I'm in medicine.
Dollar store. I'm not kidding. I have a tendency to lose reading glasses, so I get them at the dollar store and keep a pair in every room of the house.^Thanks Flukie.
One irksome thing is that the reading glasses I bought yesterday have stopped working already because my vision is changing so quickly. I had to go get another pair today.
You shouldnt have had to go through all that. Here, if a patient needs attention, the staff on duty are responsible to ensure something is done about it as soon as possible. Thank goodness your case was just that your cannula had tissued, requiring either stopping the infusion and getting a doctor to resite the cannula (although nowadays some nurses should be able to do it themselves, if they've "had the training"Most of it wasn't so bad. The staff in the ICU were wonderful. The only thing that was truly horrible was the morning of the day I was released:
I was moved onto the regular medical ward out of the ICU that morning, and it was like moving to a completely different hospital. The staff were rude and inattentive. Around 8 in the morning the IV in my right arm infiltrated. Now, I'm not a whiner or crier when it comes to pain, and I'm not demanding overall (the only times I called the nurse during my entire stay was when I needed to use the bathroom -- I was plugged into three different machines with all sorts of wires and tubes that had to be unplugged so I could walk the whole two feet to the restroom!), but the pain of this infiltration was extreme. My arm was swelling so fast that the hospital bracelets were getting tighter and tighter, the skin was getting pale, and it was so painful I couldn't move it -- and it made me cry. My room door was open, so I know I could be heard (I could hear the man across the hall sneezing, so my moaning must've been perfectly audible). Yet I had to pound the nurse call button for an hour before anyone came to help. And when the nurse finally got there, she stood literally right outside my door as I was sobbing, and told me to wait while she chatted with some guy about fucking Atlantic City. After about five minutes she finally said, "Okay, I'm gonna check on this girl now."
What the fuck?
I'm still pretty infuriated. My grandmother's a nurse and she told me they should have been checking the IV anyway, let alone responding to my call. My arm is still swollen and extremely painful. My grandmother told me to keep it elevated and under a warm compress, which seems to help, but it's difficult not to use my favored hand very often.
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