These are just some things that happened during the first part of my stay at Flagstaff Medical Center, before I had surgery and was moved to ICU. In the days leading up to the surgery, I was given gastrografin enemas very day. At one point, one of the doctors told me that if I could have a bowel movement I could go home the next day. That afternoon, I did have a very small movement so I called my friend, Gaelyn, and asked her to come and get me. Of course we all know that didn’t happen.
A couple of times, the nurse also filled my stomach with gastrografin by using a syringe and inserting the liquid through the NG tube. After I was filled up on both ends I was taken for a CT scan. That was not fun at all.
I was on a clear liquid diet, supplemented by TPN through the PICC line. I was on morphine, and was very weak. The doctors and nurses all told me every chance they got that my condition would improve if I would get up and walk. I really tried to get up, but even before surgery, it was very difficult for me to do. One day, one of the nurses on the floor told me to walk over to the “Sky Bridge”, which is a part of the hospital that goes over the road. There is a very nice view to the north of the San Fransisco Peaks and to the south of downtown Flagstaff. Because I was really wanting to cooperate with the medical team that was in charge of my care I agreed to take the walk.
This nurse walked me over there, and left me there sitting on the wall. She went back to the floor, quite a distance away. I had no walker, no cane, no wheelchair. I was sitting there by myself, and started throwing up. I couldn’t stop, and there was no one around to ask for help. I felt so helpless. After a few minutes, a hospital worker came by, and ran to the closest nurses station for help. I was so upset that my nurse would leave me completely helpless like that.
On the first or second day there, Fabgrandpa was trying to get some cash out of the ATM. We had changed banks before we left Georgia, and when our ATM card pins came in the mail, they didn’t work. We had to call the new bank and request new pin #’s. We had used the same pin code on our ATM cards for 12 years, so when the new ones came, we had a hard time remembering the codes.
Fabgrandpa went to the gas station and filled up the truck. Then his ATM card wouldn’t work because he couldn’t remember the pin code. I had also given him my Paypal debit card, which is a cash card, not a credit card. The pin code for it was the one we have used for 12 years. But, his purchase was declined! He called me at the hospital very upset, wanting to know what to do next. At the same time I was on the phone with him, I was getting a beep that I had another call. It was Paypal, wanting to verify that the purchase at the gas station was not a fraudulent purchase, because I got the card in Georgia and had never used it, and the first purchase was in Arizona. I confirmed that it was not a fraudulent purchase, and they approved the charge. I really do understand when banks do this, but sometimes it is a pain in the rear.