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Home! The hospital is no place to be when you don't feel good. Very hard to get any rest there. And I'm very, very glad to be home. Although now, I begin to assess myself. My arm's in a sling and first five ribs are broken, broken shoulder blade but the worst of all is that I'm very short of breath as my lung has yet to heal.
If I lay on my back, I'm somewhat like a turtle as any attempt to sit up stresses the ribs too much. Therefore, I'm sleeping on the recliner. I look like hell. I never realized I was so vain. I've got all kinds of new scars. My shoulders are weirdly asymmetrical and I sound like Darth Vader.
I'm coming down off of the heavy narcotic analgesics that I was getting in the hospital and am now taking simple over-the-counter medications. I'm taking a host of supplements prescribed by my chiropractic crew. This to reverse my anemia and provide building blocks for bone and joint healing.
Pretty much everything hurts. I started with the home health care company that Jaclyn and Chris Oltmans who used to work at CHPT had set up, HRS Homecare. They are taking very good care of me while I am homebound. I have my first appointment with Dr. Albert, my primary care provider at CHPT.
Rats, he doesn't like the sound of my lungs and sends me to the hospital for x-rays and updated lab report. Before I even get home from having these tests done, I'm really looking forward to having imitation beer. That's right, because of the meds, not supposed to have any alcohol so I am drinking O'Douls. Before even pulling into my driveway from having the test done, Dr. Albert is on the phone. He wants me to immediately go to the emergency room for an assessment with the pulmonologist. The chest xray shows that my lung is consolidated, that is filling with fluid, and I've got an elevated white count and am anemic.
I spent the next couple of days at Good Samaritan Hospital in Downer's Grove getting ultrasound to check for blood clots in the legs and a CT of my chest and more blood tests. Finally, it is determined that I have to have some fluid removed from my lung. This procedure, thoracentesis, really scared me. Although Dr. Albert assured me that it's done all the time, I didn't like the idea of having someone put a needle into the plural space (between the lung and inside the chest wall). What if they puncture my lung again?
I went ahead with it and was glad I did .They removed 1.2 liters of fluid from my right lung. It looked like a fine brown ale. This observation amused the Doctor. I immediately began to breathe easier, like an elephant got off my chest.
I was glad Dr. Albert made the call.
I chose Chicago Health and Physical Therapy because a friend told me they were Chicago's back pain experts. I value their team approach to my pain and one-on-one treatments.