There, I said it, LoL….
I won’t give the step by step details since that would take way too long but here you go:
The past 30 days has really taken a toll on us here at home. Later in the morning after I posted the previous blog, Sal got sick. He spent a few days with what we thought was a cold (caught from me) and all of a sudden, he woke up on the 20th and said he needed to go to the emergency room. He said he wasn’t feeling right, and felt like he was going to pass out and couldn’t breathe right.
We got in the car and to the hospital, where he was admitted right away. When we first got there, they took ABG’s and X-Rays to see what the hell was going on. Before we knew it, we were headed up to ICU on the third floor. They said he should have been dead already. He was severely dehydrated, had pneumonia and influenza – A all in one big ball of oshit. He was on a BiPap machine, to help his breathing a good portion of the time.
We sat there a couple of days – waiting to see what else they were going to do, while we waited for answers on what was going to happen and if he was going to be discharged. So many different answers… ugh…
After four days and more ABG’s – a nephrologist came in to let us know why we were still there. Sal’s kidneys weren’t working. Right away, we both died a little. The nephrologist wanted to do a biopsy, which required him to go to a whole other hospital. We get to the other hospital (which he was supposed to be admitted to when we got there, but shit wasn’t communicated how it should have been so the ambulance people drove him back to the other one while I followed in my car.) – they do the biopsy, which a few days later shows that his kidneys have Acute Tubular Necrosis.
Pretty much, the little tube shaped filters in his kidneys died, so his body was keeping the toxins and letting the good stuff go out. The good part about ATN is that the tubes DO have the ability to regenerate and replace themselves. It can take 21 days to a couple years for it them to recover, but it CAN happen. His doctor gave him an 80% chance.
He got moved to a regular room, where things were a bit more quiet compared to ICU (although I did LOVE the ICU staff) and we got a bit more sleep there.
After all that mess, he had to have an Semi-Permanent Hemo Dialysis Catheter put in his chest, just below his collar bone. They clean his blood with a Dialysis machine three times a week through the tubes. When they did the surgery for the HDC, they had to intubate him, so they could do it properly. When they pulled him off the ventilator, he wasn’t breathing, so they had to re-intubate him. He had to stay on it until morning, so they put him in ICU again for the night. He was on the highest dose of Propofol, allowed for a human being and was STILL waking up through it, wanting the tube out, wanting to move his hands. I would untie him and stand there with him, making sure he wouldn’t try to reach up and pull the tube out. The nurses tried to get me to leave at different points through the night, since I hadn’t slept for shit the night before. I put it this way to one nurse: “I am not eating, shitting, pissing, drinking, sleeping or leaving his side until this god damn tube is out of him. Quit asking me to.”. They stopped bothering me about it, and started listening to me when I told them that Ativan would help more than Morphine. They took him off of the ventilator after 16 hours, around 9am the next morning.
It took another few days for him to be discharged, as they wanted to make sure the HDC would work properly before they could let him go anywhere. He was discharged on April 4th.
He started outpatient Dialysis a few days later, and I have taken him every time so far.
Right now, it isn’t putting out the pressure it needs to put out to clean his blood properly so they are talking about replacing it, or putting in a fistula and just removing the HD catheter all together.
So far, the whole thing has flipped our lives upside-down. Our schedules went from being care-free and open, do wtf you want when you want, to scheduling things around Dialysis and mealtimes. Our diet is 100 billion percent different. I won’t let him do it alone, so I am doing it with him. It’s all healthy food, but it’s all really good! He said he wouldn’t be able to do it without me, since he wouldn’t know half the stuff that he can’t have.. Thank god I have gliders because my ass would be just as lost, with the CA:PH ratios and what veggies and fruits have however many MGs of what in them per serving… LoL!!!!!!
Through the whole ordeal, I came home every-night to feed and check on gliders then I was right back up there. Everyone here did just fine through it all.
Speaking of everyone, the new three have gray patches growing in on their butts and sides! Yay! All three are still parasite free, and I am going to schedule neuters this week so I can get intros going. I think it will go fine, since their cages are like, half an inch apart and their is absolutely ZERO fighting through the bars. I am very excited!
A friend of ours from the glider boards came into town to visit her mom for four days, and ended up getting a really epic badass tattoo done by my main squeeze! So awesome!!!! It came out so epic! I almost have to be jealous!!!! LOL!!!!
Aimee's Sugar Glider Tattoo by Sal Franco
Alright, that is all for me right now…. LoL… Eventful, eh? Hopefully, the next post will be better in spirits!!