24th October 22:47
Back to the hospital for awhile... (stress cancer esophagus)
Damn! My G-tube just came undone and pulled out somehow while I was
asleep last night. Gotta run to the hospital to have another installed
(or sit here and starve to death...)
I seem to spend more time there than at home nowadays...
Noter to self: MUST stress it upon the surgeon that the G-tube has got
to be secured better this time. I'm an active professional, not a
bedridden nursing-home case.
Well, at least as of last report, the esophagus and area is
cancer-free. This visit is just gonna be another painful nuisance.
I STILL wish I'd gotten another opinion during the radiation. Maybe my
neck wouldn't be slowly falling apart because of the "cure"
Oh well, lemme burn some MP3's onto CD so I have some music whilst in
the hospital. Can't afford to pay the ridiculous rates for hospital
TV. (3 bux a day for 6 over-the-air channels! What a rippoff.)
24th October 22:48
Back to the hospital for awhile...
In article <firstname.lastname@example.org>,
Know how you feel. My wife and I joke that we have our own,
personalized parking space at the ER. We Have (no bull!!) learned the
names of nearly every nurse in the ER, including many nurses who are
'floaters' and just show up there on occasion.
The only GOOD thing about your situation at the moment is that you
know it's coming, so you have time to burn a few CDs and pack a CD
player, a Teddy Bear and a few of your favorite Jammies (if the staff
will allow you to wear them) before you go.
Good luck on the G-tube adjustment. I'm sending positive energy and
the 'virtual, spiritual form of Vicadin' your way...
Lowkey the lowly Labrat