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Jill Update from Jill (OT)
"jmcquown" wrote in message . .. Yes, it's me. Yes, I was in the hospital. Yes, Matthew, I was posting in the wee hours of Saturday morning (7/12) because I was so uncomfortable I couldn't sleep. By 11AM I was in the emergency room, having been whisked off by ambulance. I couldn't stand up, much less drive myself to the hospital. And Mom, bless her, was too freaked out to even think about driving. Here I'm supposed to be acting as her caregiver and I wind up in the hospital *again*! NOTE: the doc says even if I'd stayed in the hospital the first time around for a day or two it probably wouldn't have made any difference. Diagnosis: perforated colon. I was on heavy duty IV antibiotics, IV fluids and a LOT of pain medication. Two shots of morphine in the ER didn't do it. They had to give me something that practically knocked me out. Gradually I was able to eat soft foods withouth a problem and they removed the drain (which was more uncomfortable than anything after a couple of days). Long story short, I'm back home now, still on heavy-duty antibiotics and a strict diet. Do I feel like cooking? No. Do I have to? Yes. Dammit! Welcome back and please take care of yourself. I doubt if you'll get a lot of sympathy from Persia as she is on her own limiting diet, but I know she'll love on you and take good care of you anyway. My love and sympathy for you, Persia, John, and your Mom. Pam S |
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Jill Update from Jill (OT)
jmcquown wrote:
Yes, it's me. Yes, I was in the hospital. Yes, Matthew, I was posting in the wee hours of Saturday morning (7/12) because I was so uncomfortable I couldn't sleep. By 11AM I was in the emergency room, having been whisked off by ambulance. I couldn't stand up, much less drive myself to the hospital. And Mom, bless her, was too freaked out to even think about driving. Here I'm supposed to be acting as her caregiver and I wind up in the hospital *again*! NOTE: the doc says even if I'd stayed in the hospital the first time around for a day or two it probably wouldn't have made any difference. Diagnosis: perforated colon. I was on heavy duty IV antibiotics, IV fluids and a LOT of pain medication. Two shots of morphine in the ER didn't do it. They had to give me something that practically knocked me out. Gradually I was able to eat soft foods withouth a problem and they removed the drain (which was more uncomfortable than anything after a couple of days). Long story short, I'm back home now, still on heavy-duty antibiotics and a strict diet. Do I feel like cooking? No. Do I have to? Yes. Dammit! I have to see the surgeon for more tests next week. I'm going to be scheduled for laproscopic surgery to remove part of my colon (oh joys!) but hopefully we've caught it soon enough a colostomy won't be necessary. There's still a chance of that; I was told not to be discouraged if this comes back before we can schedule my surgery and it might lead to a temporary colostomy. John left on June 30th. He was with me for the trip and also is the one who took me to the emergency room. But he had to get back home. Wouldn't have mattered; there wasn't anything he really could have done by still being here. And yes, I contacted the neighbor and got someone to take care of her kitties. I was more worried about Mom and Persia than anything else. Mom assurred me she was taking care of herself, eating and taking her meds (ha!). I do know she was feeding Persia. I had the foresight to unplug Persia's Drinkwell fountain; I knew Mom couldn't lift it let alone clean it out. Mom made attempts at litterbox scooping. I'll have to give it a good washing today. This is the only time in my life I've been able to walk into a room and it screamed CAT!!! Mom just wasn't able to scoop all the clumped stuff way down deep. I'll take it outside and fill it with dish soap and give it a good squirt with the hose; it's about all I'm capable of. I'm very tired. Purrs to all who need them. A few continuing purrs for myself wouldn't hurt I'm not out of the woods yet. Jill Purrs coming your way from here. Sam, supervised by Mistletoe |
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Jill Update from Jill (OT)
jmcquown wrote:
Purrs to all who need them. A few continuing purrs for myself wouldn't hurt I'm not out of the woods yet. We're sending you lots and lots of purrs. -- Victor M. Martinez Owned and operated by the Fantastic Seven (TM) Send your spam he Email me he |
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Jill Update from Jill (OT)
jmcquown wrote: Yes, it's me. Yes, I was in the hospital. Yes, Matthew, I was posting in the wee hours of Saturday morning (7/12) because I was so uncomfortable I couldn't sleep. By 11AM I was in the emergency room, having been whisked off by ambulance. I couldn't stand up, much less drive myself to the hospital. And Mom, bless her, was too freaked out to even think about driving. Here I'm supposed to be acting as her caregiver and I wind up in the hospital *again*! NOTE: the doc says even if I'd stayed in the hospital the first time around for a day or two it probably wouldn't have made any difference. Diagnosis: perforated colon. I was on heavy duty IV antibiotics, IV fluids and a LOT of pain medication. Two shots of morphine in the ER didn't do it. They had to give me something that practically knocked me out. Gradually I was able to eat soft foods withouth a problem and they removed the drain (which was more uncomfortable than anything after a couple of days). Long story short, I'm back home now, still on heavy-duty antibiotics and a strict diet. Do I feel like cooking? No. Do I have to? Yes. Dammit! I have to see the surgeon for more tests next week. I'm going to be scheduled for laproscopic surgery to remove part of my colon (oh joys!) but hopefully we've caught it soon enough a colostomy won't be necessary. There's still a chance of that; I was told not to be discouraged if this comes back before we can schedule my surgery and it might lead to a temporary colostomy. John left on June 30th. He was with me for the trip and also is the one who took me to the emergency room. But he had to get back home. Wouldn't have mattered; there wasn't anything he really could have done by still being here. And yes, I contacted the neighbor and got someone to take care of her kitties. I was more worried about Mom and Persia than anything else. Mom assurred me she was taking care of herself, eating and taking her meds (ha!). I do know she was feeding Persia. I had the foresight to unplug Persia's Drinkwell fountain; I knew Mom couldn't lift it let alone clean it out. Mom made attempts at litterbox scooping. I'll have to give it a good washing today. This is the only time in my life I've been able to walk into a room and it screamed CAT!!! Mom just wasn't able to scoop all the clumped stuff way down deep. I'll take it outside and fill it with dish soap and give it a good squirt with the hose; it's about all I'm capable of. I'm very tired. Purrs to all who need them. A few continuing purrs for myself wouldn't hurt I'm not out of the woods yet. Jill Purrs x 6 con the way that you are feeling better really soon. Julie, Hobbes, Lacey, Sam, Barnabus, Rosco and Meeka |
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Jill Update from Jill (OT)
On Tue, 22 Jul 2008 09:34:03 -0400, "jmcquown"
wrote: I hope things go well for you. Purrs for your surgery to be minor, with no complications. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ^..^ "Life without cats would be only marginally worth living." -TC, and the unmercifully, relentlessly, sweet calico kitty, Kenzie. Every day is a treasure with Kenzie; I try to treat them that way. There will only be so many, and then there will never, ever, be any more. How you behave towards cats here below determines your status in Heaven. - Robert Heinlein Yes, it's me. Yes, I was in the hospital. Yes, Matthew, I was posting in the wee hours of Saturday morning (7/12) because I was so uncomfortable I couldn't sleep. By 11AM I was in the emergency room, having been whisked off by ambulance. I couldn't stand up, much less drive myself to the hospital. And Mom, bless her, was too freaked out to even think about driving. Here I'm supposed to be acting as her caregiver and I wind up in the hospital *again*! NOTE: the doc says even if I'd stayed in the hospital the first time around for a day or two it probably wouldn't have made any difference. Diagnosis: perforated colon. I was on heavy duty IV antibiotics, IV fluids and a LOT of pain medication. Two shots of morphine in the ER didn't do it. They had to give me something that practically knocked me out. Gradually I was able to eat soft foods withouth a problem and they removed the drain (which was more uncomfortable than anything after a couple of days). Long story short, I'm back home now, still on heavy-duty antibiotics and a strict diet. Do I feel like cooking? No. Do I have to? Yes. Dammit! I have to see the surgeon for more tests next week. I'm going to be scheduled for laproscopic surgery to remove part of my colon (oh joys!) but hopefully we've caught it soon enough a colostomy won't be necessary. There's still a chance of that; I was told not to be discouraged if this comes back before we can schedule my surgery and it might lead to a temporary colostomy. John left on June 30th. He was with me for the trip and also is the one who took me to the emergency room. But he had to get back home. Wouldn't have mattered; there wasn't anything he really could have done by still being here. And yes, I contacted the neighbor and got someone to take care of her kitties. I was more worried about Mom and Persia than anything else. Mom assurred me she was taking care of herself, eating and taking her meds (ha!). I do know she was feeding Persia. I had the foresight to unplug Persia's Drinkwell fountain; I knew Mom couldn't lift it let alone clean it out. Mom made attempts at litterbox scooping. I'll have to give it a good washing today. This is the only time in my life I've been able to walk into a room and it screamed CAT!!! Mom just wasn't able to scoop all the clumped stuff way down deep. I'll take it outside and fill it with dish soap and give it a good squirt with the hose; it's about all I'm capable of. I'm very tired. Purrs to all who need them. A few continuing purrs for myself wouldn't hurt I'm not out of the woods yet. Jill |
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Jill Update from Jill (OT)
"jmcquown" wrote in message
Yes, it's me. Yes, I was in the hospital. Yes, Matthew, I was posting in the wee hours of Saturday morning (7/12) because I was so uncomfortable I couldn't sleep. By 11AM I was in the emergency room, having been whisked off by ambulance. I couldn't stand up, much less drive myself to the hospital. And Mom, bless her, was too freaked out to even think about driving. Here I'm supposed to be acting as her caregiver and I wind up in the hospital *again*! NOTE: the doc says even if I'd stayed in the hospital the first time around for a day or two it probably wouldn't have made any difference. Diagnosis: perforated colon. I was on heavy duty IV antibiotics, IV fluids and a LOT of pain medication. Two shots of morphine in the ER didn't do it. They had to give me something that practically knocked me out. Gradually I was able to eat soft foods withouth a problem and they removed the drain (which was more uncomfortable than anything after a couple of days). Long story short, I'm back home now, still on heavy-duty antibiotics and a strict diet. Do I feel like cooking? No. Do I have to? Yes. Dammit! I have to see the surgeon for more tests next week. I'm going to be scheduled for laproscopic surgery to remove part of my colon (oh joys!) but hopefully we've caught it soon enough a colostomy won't be necessary. There's still a chance of that; I was told not to be discouraged if this comes back before we can schedule my surgery and it might lead to a temporary colostomy. John left on June 30th. He was with me for the trip and also is the one who took me to the emergency room. But he had to get back home. Wouldn't have mattered; there wasn't anything he really could have done by still being here. And yes, I contacted the neighbor and got someone to take care of her kitties. I was more worried about Mom and Persia than anything else. Mom assurred me she was taking care of herself, eating and taking her meds (ha!). I do know she was feeding Persia. I had the foresight to unplug Persia's Drinkwell fountain; I knew Mom couldn't lift it let alone clean it out. Mom made attempts at litterbox scooping. I'll have to give it a good washing today. This is the only time in my life I've been able to walk into a room and it screamed CAT!!! Mom just wasn't able to scoop all the clumped stuff way down deep. I'll take it outside and fill it with dish soap and give it a good squirt with the hose; it's about all I'm capable of. I'm very tired. Purrs to all who need them. A few continuing purrs for myself wouldn't hurt I'm not out of the woods yet. Welcome back and please look after yourself. Your staff (Persia) need you. Yowie |
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Jill Update from Jill (OT)
On Jul 22, 4:23�pm, "Christina Websell"
wrote: "jmcquown" wrote in message . .. Yes, it's me. �Yes, I was in the hospital. So glad to hear from you, you had me worried. �Many purrs you improve soon and surgery will not be necessary. Tweed Welcome home Jill, take care of yourself. Spicey is sending recovery purss. Suz&Spicey |
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Jill Update from Jill (OT)
jmcquown wrote:
Yes, it's me. Yes, I was in the hospital. Yes, Matthew, I was posting in the wee hours of Saturday morning (7/12) because I was so uncomfortable I couldn't sleep. By 11AM I was in the emergency room, having been whisked off by ambulance. I couldn't stand up, much less drive myself to the hospital. And Mom, bless her, was too freaked out to even think about driving. Here I'm supposed to be acting as her caregiver and I wind up in the hospital *again*! NOTE: the doc says even if I'd stayed in the hospital the first time around for a day or two it probably wouldn't have made any difference. Diagnosis: perforated colon. snip Jill Lots and lots of purrs, Polonca and Soncek |
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