#hospital admission

[faofinn]

28. Chronic Illness

@sicktember

Tai hated his stupid body sometimes. Not only had he ended up in hospital, which was bad enough, but now he couldn’t get his fucking sugars where they were supposed to be. His phone was always going off, alerts he was too high. He was doing everything right, trying desperately, but it just wouldn’t settle. Why was it that even though he was doing the exact same as he would at home, and yet it just wouldn’t come down. 

It made him feel even worse, too. Not only was he dealing with his scope going wrong, but being high all the time made him just feel shocking. He was exhausted and just feeling so weak and wiped out. And he was fed up of the nurses tutting every time they took his readings. Plus, he was really fed up of being endlessly poked. He didn’t like needles at the best of times (though they were better when he was doing it himself, which of course he couldn’t do in hospital) and now they were constantly badgering him. 

And then he had to see the diabetes nurse. 

Great. 

The first one he saw was nice. She was sweet, and kind to him, and made it feel like he wasn’t a complete failure. These things happen, she explained, you’re stressed and you’ve been through a lot, we’ll get there. So they’d come up with a bit of a management plan, changed his insulin dosing around a bit, and he’d felt a bit positive. 

And then, after a day or so, the next one came in. She wasn’t so nice. He knew they were all fed up with him - he should have been able to go home days ago, but with his sugars out of control the doctors weren’t comfortable sending him home until they were more settled. 

The moment this nurse walked in the room, Tai’s heart sank. 

“So you’re having trouble with your blood sugar?” She asked, voice sharp. 

Tai nodded, wishing Harrison hadn’t just gone back down to A&E. He could’ve done with a bit of moral support. “Uh, yeah. It’s staying high, despite extra insulin and that…” 

“How long have you been diagnosed?” 

THat should have been in his notes. “Uh, a year or so.” 

“How old are you?”

“31.” 

“Type 2 at 31? Goodness me.”

“No, uh, Type 1.” Tai corrected. Had she even read anything?

“You’re 31 and you’re telling me you were diagnosed with type one diabetes a year ago?”

“Yeah. Uh, late onset. I know, it’s unusual.”

“Hmm. Well, you’re not as active as normal.”

“Well, yeah, I’m stuck in hospital. Of course I’m not as active as usual.” 

“Are you eating right? It’s hard when you’re in hospital, isn’t it?” Her voice was sickly sweet, and Tai huffed. 

“Yeah. I am, actually. I’m really careful.” 

She shot a pointed glance at the pile of snacks and sweets. "You don't have to lie to me."

"They're not mine. They're my boyfriend's."

“Of course they are. Why wouldn’t he take them with him?”

"He was just here!" Tai protested, hurt she wouldn't believe him. "He had to go to the ED."

“You really should know better than to have all that crap. No wonder your sugars are so high.”

"I'm not eating them!"

“You really ought to be more careful, at your age. You’re risking serious complications if you carry on like this.”

"You think I don't know?! I'm only here because my scope went sideways - which I only had to have because of the fucking diabetes in the first place. I'm not a kid. Don't treat me like one."

“Well, if you’re going to act like a child…”

"I want a different nurse."

“I’m the only specialist nurse seeing patients today, you’ve not got a choice I’m afraid.” 

"Then I'll wait."

“You need reviewing today. You’re taking up a bed, you should’ve been discharged by now.”

"Then discharge me."

“I need to at least check your sugars.”

"No."

“No?” She looked shocked, and was about to say something else when the door opened and Harrison came in, spying the sweets on Tai’s cupboard. 

“Oh thank fuck, there they are. Finn was about to fucking kill me, I forgot his sweets and he’s been in minors all afternoon, it’s -” He noticed the nurse standing there, coupled with the look on his boyfriend’s face. “Uh, hi?”

"I told you they weren't mine." Tai said, eyes narrowed. "I'll wait for the next nurse."

“Everything okay, love?” He asked, moving closer to Tai.

Tai shook his head, reaching out to wrap his arms around Harrison’s waist, burying his head in his chest. '"No."

Harrison slipped an arm around his boyfriend, and then turned back to the nurse. “What have you done to upset him?”

“I was simply explaining to Mr Cole here that he needs to be very careful with what he’s eating.”

"Accused me of lying about your sweets. Basically said I was causing all the problems on purpose. "

Harrison’s gaze darkened. “They’re my sweets, aside from the few Tai keeps in case of a hypo, which he never touches unless he needs to. You really think he’s doing this on purpose?”

"It's hard to keep on top of your sugars in hospital, you're not in your normal routine and it's easy to eat food you're not supposed to. And getting diabetes so late in your life has to be from doing something wrong."

Taidgh didn't think Harrison could get more mad, but his arms crossed. "I'm sorry, you're blaming my boyfriend's diabetes on him doing 'something wrong'? Do you know how diabetes actually works? You're expecting us to trust you after that? Jesus Christ."

The nurse looked shocked. “Well, uh, you do realise, uh, the implications of high blood sugars? The potential complications? This, uh, this is very important.”

"I'm a consultant in the emergency department. I think I know." 

It was as though she’d only just seen the scrubs, the embroidery on his chest. “Ah…”

"So I think his request to see another nurse should be fulfilled, don't you?"

“Uh, I’ll see what I can do.” The nurse said, and quickly disappeared. 

Harrison turned to Tai, brushing his hair from his face. "You okay?"

Tai nodded. “Yeah. I just hate this stupid fucking disease.”

"I know. Its not fair. None of this is."

“And now I’ve made you miss work.”

"I'd happily miss it for you." 

“But still.”

He kissed his boyfriend. "Still nothing."

“I wish I could go home.”

"I wish you were home too."

“I don’t want to be here, I’m just taking up a bed, being an inconvenience.” 

"Don't be stupid."

“It’s true.”

"Of course it's not." He said softly, hands cupping Tai’s face. "You're never an inconvenience."

“I am to them. I’m young.”

"You're not, love. I promise you, you're not."

Tai managed the ghost of a smile. “Calling me old?”

"If it makes you smile."

“Dickhead.”

"I love you too."

#sicktember 2022 #sicktember day 28 #chronic illness #whump prompt #whump writing #whump #harrison #taidgh cole #taidgh and hars being cute #taidgh is a diabetic #type one diabetes #type one diabetic #shitty nurses #hars would do anything for his tai #chronic illness whump #hospital admission #medical malpractice #hyperglycemia #poor tai #endoscopy #endoscopy gone wrong #only vaguely actually mentioned #tai doesn't like needles #poor sod #and somewhat ironic

[musingsofsarasate]

I'm back. Nearly died again and had an admission to the high dependency unit, but I'm home now! Still have some kind of undiagnosed condition that means I nearly die whenever I am given a general anaesthetic. It's honestly terrifying. Hoping I can get some referrals for tests and things that will reveal the answer. Maybe MCAS, maybe adrenal crisis. Who knows.

#mcas #Adrenal crisis #Anaesthetic issues #Disability #Hospital admission

[almondemotion]

Rats, waterworks and system failure

Back from a short blog break. Hope readers are well & had a good summer.

The rats scratched, angry in the night. Yesterday, I watched a 14-year-old documentary, Thinking it was new. (Also wondering, hasn’t Stevie B aged well. Look at the muscles!) On it, Lost Land of the Volcano The found a new species of rat. I say ‘wild’ which you might think superfluous, No one is going to find a new tame rat, More so, It was giant. As big as a terrier A meter or so…

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#Batoni #continence #dentures #Discharge #Fistula #Giant Rat #hearing aids #hospital admission #Incontinence #Lost Land of the Volcano #specs #Stevie B

[tenth-sentence]

No such arrangements were found necessary for Twitchell, who died a few days after his admission.

"Brighter than a Thousand Suns: A Personal History of the Atomic Scientists" - Robert Jungk, translated by James Cleugh

#book quote #brighter than a thousand suns #robert jungk #james cleugh #nonfiction #william g twitchell #isolation #alternative arrangement #hospital admission #death #not one of his friends or relatives was allowed to be with him during his last hours

[silverfoxstole]

This 1880s Emile Pingat dress from the Met Museum is a perfect example of how velvet can completely change colour depending on the lighting. Now, what does that remind me of? Oh, yes…

I do still wonder why they chose green given brown would fit better with the rest of the costume. Maybe they thought it was brown? Which begs the question: is it green velvet that looks brown, or brown velvet that looks green?

Hmm….

#doctor who #doctor who 1996 tv movie #eighth doctor #8th doctor #paul mcgann #so much of that costume offends my dressmaker’s soul these days #the general design is ok but why did they feel the need to drown poor paul in fabric? #for example look at those trousers #i know he was meant to have stolen the clothes but was it really necessary for them to be so ridiculously long? #paul is by his own admission a smallish man #and there’s a ludicrous amount of extra length pooling on his shoes #it just makes him look even shorter #jon pertwee pinched his first costume from a hospital too but it fitted him better than this #sorry #costume fitting rant over

[saltaired]

girl who is going to be okay jpg

#idk why im lb-inf my hospital admission but i have to have surgery djskdjdjk

[todayisafridaynight]

goths and christmas

#rgg #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku 2 #ryu ga gotoku 7 #yakuza series #yakuza 2 #yakuza kiwami 2 #yakuza 7 #yakuza like a dragon #masadai #daigo dojima #masato arakawa #snap sketches #happy holidays im making sure the three masadai fans are fed too #someone remind me to post this to twitter cause im tryin rn and it aint workin :( #anyway yeah is he wearing jack skellingtons drip Of Course its all i think of when i see his outfit #plus i watched that movie again last night as i do every year #anyways happy holidays everyone. Again #i made sure to fulfill the yaoimas quota twofold can i get an amen and a free admission to the hospital again #ok bye i have to be cringe elsewhere

[redheadgleek]

Having a black cloud day at work was not the way I wanted to spend my birthday.

On the other hand, I’ve been bored silly at work for days because we’ve been so full that nobody transfers.

#I have a reputation for having a black cloud #meaning when I’m on the shit hitteth the fans #and we have several admissions #we have no beds the hospital is full #and yet I have 5 patients coming in #sometimes ​rhg plays a doctor in real life

[good--merits-accumulated]

man they really were not lying. the first few weeks of y13 are beating me to the GROUND 😭

#bmat in three weeks. ucas deadline in three weeks. INTERNAL deadline in one. #epq presentation due next week. actual presentation in three weeks. biology test in two days #nea prep due next week. interview prep to start. revue things to plan #hospital shifts to pick up. pre-admission assessment webinars to attend. also still tutoring a y9 #and a partridge in a pear tree! #htoo rambles #well by christmas it'll be calmer

[oliveasaltylife]

I am so glad to be home from the hospital

My cats are very happy to have me home as well

And my husband—even more so

I am not so glad about the added trauma that came home with me. I knew it was inevitable, but that doesn’t make it any easier.

9 days in the hospital—which translates to 9 days of constant respirator usage, holding my breath for temperature checks, small sips of water, mouthwash, and hoping that I wasn’t exposed to anything when I was vomiting or dry heaving.

4 days on PPN

3 infiltrated IVs (1 of which may have caused permanent damage to a vein from PPN)

And the beginnings of a Chiari/Tethered Cord flare to top it all off.

I’m not even able to go into more detail at the moment because I was heavily dissociated the entire time and haven’t met the new parts yet.

#cw vomit mention #cw emetophobia #cw trauma mention #cw trauma discussion #cw medical trauma #I know I have more to say but I’m not able to access that right now #dissociation adds a whole different level too #I was trying to explain what it felt like to my husband last night because I was not the one fronting while we were in the hospital #my last memory was being discharged from the first ER visit #I don’t even remember going back to the ER that night even though I know I did and ultimately ended with admission #the best analogy I have to explain it is the feeling of getting knocked out and thrown in the trunk of a moving car #It’s jarring to lose a full 9 days #dissociative identity disorder #osddid #medical #disabled #olive blogs #signed: Annie

[wetslug]

i did have a Nice Moment today though, we have free time to waste so i brushed and braided the ladies hair. she had hair down to her waist and it got very tangled when we reflected the scalp so it was nice to fix it up

#ofc i didnt have a hair tie so i used the end of a glove oops #she lost a ton of hair idk if it was postmortem shedding or just from being in a braid her entire hospital admission #but it needed to be brushed out #the funeral home will wash it again and condition so hopefully they can camouflage that hair loss

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

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#I’m probably going to massively regret this decision #but I’ve decided I’m going to Mardi Gras #my loneliness is breaking me #will I most likely come back more defeated and lonely and triggered then before #probably #will it make me go out of consisting for a while #yes I think it will #am I already dead from what I’ve been doing yes and have I been pushing myself well past my limits yes #could this lead to a hospital admission who knows #but I’m desperate and hurting and I’m going to grab anything I can to try and make it better and make this pain go away #I also need to try and find some cheap noise canceling headphones #i know im absolutely going to regret this #im going to be surrounded on all sides by happy gay couples and potentially VERY PTSD triggering content #but im an idiot so here we are #desperation makes people do wild things

[crengarrion]

my surgical coordination team all heard my concerns about my wheelchair being handled without my supervision/permission [as would occur when i was triaged pre-op, or after i was wheeled into the OR, depending on what the hospital staff agreed to] and rallied together against my insurance for. approval for me to be admitted the day before surgery, so no one has to interact with my wheelchair unless directed to by me ;;

#shout out to mount sinai i love you guys. also this means i'll BE IN THE HOSPITAL FOR BOTH DAYS OF THE WPATH CONFERENCE...... #so pre-op i may be able to meet the fellows who will be in the OR day of. and my coordination+surgical team members may visit me pre-op #this is a massive accommodation for a wheelchair user and i wish this was standard. fellow mobility aid users: #ask your surgical coordinators for pre-surgical admission! even for ambulatory procedures! call your insurance and get your therapist/ #a clinical social worker/hospital psych in on this to advocate for how much duress day-of admission subjects you to related to your aid #long post #[ whispers ] #surgery date is may thirteenth but i will be admitted may twelve and discharged ?. i am packing crafts and TWO books

[soggypotatoes]

i bitterly admit that maybe going off all meds except for ritalin was not good

#i dont regret it tho #bc that antidepressant clearly was keeping something at bay #but i did have 3 hospital admissions on it #so idk. #im for sure worse now but maybe i try something else #ed mumbles #or maybe the level i was at on them is the best i can hope for rn #suuuuucks but i guess that might be how it is

[afterthedreamer]

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#I got recommended to 5 weeks of partial hospitalization treatment and 2-3 weeks of outpatient intensive care #with possible residential admission if the partial hospitalization isn’t enough #sighs #I know this is for good I’m just tired