01/06/2025
GUYS GUYS GUYS,
My cute *new line* (tail?) wears fishnet stockings! Pain aside, I think she's pretty cute. Shall we call her Boop? Also, why do I feel the need to name inane things all the time? 😅
I just wanted to update you all so you don't worry about my radio silence. Hopefully this will be the final paragraph of the chapter 'til next time. Because there will be a next time. Ugh.🤦♀️
I'm ecstatic that the unimaginable happened and I indeed got my line two days ago, but an Addisonian having a GA amidst overwhelming stress is a mean kettle of piranhas.
Recovery was a rough one, but kudos to the surgical team for their consideration and handling of my weirdness. Shame about all that prior abandonment, really. 😒 Motherf**kers.
Going under was like finding a loophole in that "sleep" thing I've begun to forget exists, but coming around was like chewing a wasp. Funny how the same experience can feel so very different with just one variable. I was out of it again for a good few hours after though, thankfully.
They warned me I'd be in for a difficult immediate recovery because my newer allergies to local anaesthetic restrict how much they can help with this bastard healing process, but damn.
They endeavoured to protect my floppiness (like neck dislocation risks) but some things still suck and my throat feels ruptured; kept me quiet for a while, although when vomiting followed it was problematic enough for them to ignore rules and off-label dose me 'cause I... ripped a stitch ...🙄
I was so out of it, you guys.
So much so I lost neuro control, leading to me peeing the bed and being cleaned up multiple times without even REALISING. Until I found my knickers in a bag, hanging over the bin hours later, that is. (Sexy, aren't I?)
Safe to say I've been... Fragile. My line is sorted at last, but I'm not sure my soul is quite so reparable. I'm having refeeding blood monitoring for the moment while reintroducing TPN, electrolytes, proper steroid dosage and such. Funny how they can do things correctly when an external agency's brought into the picture, isn't it?
Staying in a hospital partially responsible for my Medical PTSD is always less than smooth, so I'm in need of a real sleep to factory reset myself out of delirium.
Of course, there's no story without stupid in this place, and last night a team had to fight to give me a diazepam for distress when (get this) the medical consultant assured me restarting my TPN (IV food) would somehow knock me out for the count just as well as a SEDATIVE. I'm not an idiot. But she just might be.
Having Total Intestinal Failure suggests my gut is kaput, surely? So why did she think it appropriate to insist on re**al insertion for said PTSD patient who has to (TMI warning) manually evacuate herself every few weeks/months? Yeah, that's not a traumatic idea in the slightest. 😒
So uh... I don't entirely believe she sat her own exams. It's ok though, 'cause the mental health guys schooled her instead! 😜
I better be counting sheep tonight or I'll suggest re**al insertion of something for her.
