Whew! Glad to just be able to sit here and post again!
Last time I was here I had just visited the ER Fri the 20th - simply couldn't stand that prostate agony (and paying $133, almost half my first paycheck, to hear the followup MD say my urinary tract was just "irritated" by being cathed did not improve my mood either :angryfire ) any longer. Anyway, it was a long wait but the doc said yep, acute prostatitis. D/C'd the Levaquin, started Septra DS and also got a Rx for Vicodin 5/500. Finally, I thought, some definitive relief!
I was terribly wrong in my assessment. :o
Saturday at work (14 hr shift) around 1330 I started getting dizzy, figured I'd possibly taken too much Vicodin (1 or 2 tabs po q 4hrs, I took 2 tabs around 0900 and 2 again at 1300). From there I quickly deteriorated, raging fever, chills with severe shaking, cold even with 2 shirts on and the room temp over 80F, then meltdown with prodigous sweating. Called the on-call to get a staff in to relieve me, he was miffed, said I was getting to be unreliable and he couldn't find anyone, so just hang in there. Yeah, right! The rest of the day was pure hell, me sitting on the couch barely conscious and the client I work with throwing tantrums (kicking stuff, throwing objects, etc) because I couldn't take him out (I did try to explain, but no luck). Staggered home at 2300 and spent a very restless, sweaty night, then right back to work at another ISL for 11 hours this time because I had to assure the on-call I'd work Sunday so he wouldn't ask my supervisor to fire me (he tried anyway). Again another hellish day - was cold even OUTSIDE in near 90 degree weather with sweat pants and a black long sleeved shirt, going between nuclear meltdown (one of the more laid back clients said I looked like a giant red Roman candle to him) and freezing purgatory. My tempurature fluctuated between 103 and 104 degrees, possibly even higher. Also constant dry heaves, couldn't and didn't eat a single thing at all from Friday afternoon through Tuesday evening. My blood sugar slid all the way down into the low 70's, probably the lowest it's been in 2 years.
Tuesday morning around 0515 I wake up and instantly I know I have a SERIOUS problem. I can't breathe right. Actually, I couldn't take a deep, full breath. Sat up and was able to take a bigger breath with some difficulty. After brief consideration of the situation (high cardiac risk, no good reason for the fever to go on, etc) I drive to the ER, for the third time in 17 days. ER was about empty, they took my vitals straightaway and after me describing my respiratory distress leads me straight to one of the medical rooms, the one with the heart monitor and all those scary gizmos. Hooked up and damned if my heart isn't gone all crazy. Not those nice 'beep, beep' steady spikes you always see but sheer chicken scratch. Now I'm getting REALLY worried. They did an EKG, chest X-rays, took blood, then the doc ordered a CT scan. During CT scan the nurse practically RUNS into the rooms with a plastic cup FULL of these ENORMOUS blue/white capsules and says "Your potassium is really low.....take these NOW". Turns out my potassium level was just 2.6 (normal ref range 3.5-5.0 per lab printout)! Eventually they ER finds a doc to take my case and I'm admitted, they started me on IV potassium and went back to Levaquin, IV as well.
The hospital stay was pretty straightforward, but LOTS of blood draws! I think they got me 11 or 12 times, 7 or 8 the first day alone. My left elbow is a horrid black and blue mess, got me on the top of the left hand a couple times too after a nurse was forced to give up on the elbow (IV was in the R elbow, the ER nurse mumbled something about the CT protocol requiring it there, true?). My sodium has been constantly below normal (128 to 132) for sometime, too. Blood sugar took off like a rocket soon as I started eating, so had to take insulin along with my PO meds (glipizide, atenolol/chlorthalidone, Lisinopril, Avandamet) to keep it down (it went between 200-350 or so).
The nurses and assistants were all great, very nice and helpful! :) I was lucky that the doc who admitted was a nice guy that was always willing to stay and listen to any of my questions and explain things all the way through, even if I didn't like to hear it. Normally I would have wanted out of hospital just as fast as humanly possible, but the doc said he was concerned if I got out too soon I'd relapse (indeed every day my temp would rise over 100) and I'd be back in hospital. After 3 weeks of ghastly misery in all forms I couldn't agree more. If I had to stay at work for 3 days in agony again I'd find a sword to throw myself upon and be done with it.
Finally got discharged today, I have to take the Levaquin for a MONTH this time ($$$$$$!), also some Vicodin and my usual meds. Need to get hooked up with a clinic and get some help paying for my Rx, espescially the Avandamet (been off that for some time), and schedule a follow up with a (hopefully good) primary care physician that my hospital doc has recommended ASAP to evaluate and set a medication regimen for the long term.
OK, finally to the pain scale epilogue.....
I'm convinced the scale is useless now! See, every time I called the nurse to tell her I needed some pain meds (Narco...Vicodin by another name) she would come and ask what kind of pain, any specifics and oh yes, how would you rate it on a scale of 1 to 10? Well......its better than it was on Tuesday but it still hurts enough I wouldn't have called and asked if I didn't think I could take the pain! Friday night the nurse simply gave me Tylnenol....nope, that didn't help. Still gotta take the heavy stuff. The lab culture ID'd Enteroccocus as the offending bacteria, by the way. Its pretty difficult to eradicate, according to the doc. Eradicate the infection, and you eradicate the pain.....till then my rear end is just gonna be sore :imbar
My .02: be careful assuming that a guy's pain is suddenly gonna improve from Vicodin level to Tynenol level (so to speak) with an active infection. If you try to titrate (and mind you, while I don't think the doc had any such order, I can understand the logic of trying to titrate to a milder, non-narcotic agent perfectly well) and the patient says its not working.......it probably isn't. My Saturday morning nurse was aghast that I hadn't gotten any pain med all night and morning even though I'd requested it several times, apparently there had been some kinda 'breakdown' and who knows, maybe the Friday night nurse had been distracted or something. But she said emphatically if I didn't get a pain med in 15 minutes to call again and complain - loudly (alas, I'm the type that would rather suffer than appear to ***** about something).
I need to go lie down now Your responses, rants and rebukes are welcome as always.
Regards,
Tom