Well, I'm no regular here, so I apologize if I step on any toes, just wanted to vent some.
Been dealing with my second go-round with lymphoma and nothing has been simple this time. They're wanting to have me go through a bone marrow transplant, but it keeps getting delayed by infection, injury, insurance hold ups and the cancer being more aggressive that they initially thought.
So Monday I finally get some good news, PET scan looks good, ready to move on to the collection and the transplant, about fucking time. Just a few preliminary tests we need to do first...
Well, blood cultures come back positive, septicemia, fuck. OSU admits me as fast as they can. Then, that night, my chest starts hurting every time I take a breath, just getting worse and worse. I tell them and the hit me with a big boy Percocet and, as I've never taken many pain meds, I figure that's that. Wrong.
Percocet doesn't even touch the pain and it's still getting worse.
So I call the nurse again and let her know. By this point I'm sweating bullets and grinding my teeth, so they give me morphine. Now I'm totally sure things are gonna calm right on down. Wrong again.
Long story short, turns out I've got clots in both lungs on top of everything else. So now I'm on enough pain meds I can barely spell my name and waiting for them to tell me how they're even gonna begin getting me back on fucking schedule.
Anyway, sorry to bust into the thread like this, just hurting and frustrated.