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Westside Regional medical has me on way to improved health. Hope to get better soon was interbated Friday. What a mess.
I’m in a chair resting.
Yep it is quickly flying by, the time that is. or myself it has been a slow but steady improved health-related physical escalation – in a good way. Unfortunately I am quite unhappy with this slowness; preferentially I want rapid to improve, rapidity to accomplish, and not slow downs in my daily-activity. Having COPD for 20 years (give or take a couple) there has never been a dull moment.
Frequently there have been 911 calls, for emergency transportation to the local hospital, in Tamarac FL. University Hospital / Medical Center seems to be the one place I have visited far too many times, since 1994 or 1995. Nonetheless this time-span has brought to the surface facts about medical personnel and the medical prescribed remedies for getting me (or others) back to a normal way of life. Dr Aguello seems to be the House-Doctor, sees patients regularly, and prescribes drugs to increase health as well as to diminish health – in my opinion. He has stated quite clearly over the past few years that I should not return to the University Hospital, upon signing my discharge papers. He states this with a smile on his face, and a hug but just the words make me believe it is a threatening fact – to which I must heed.
EMTs are the transporters and take me (or others) to the nearest emergency room; whether a choice is available or not is perplexing. Most times I cannot catch my breath to speak or to think of where to request.
- Am I a truly pain in the you know what?!?
- Does a doctor have the right to suggest a patient go to a different facility?!?
- Can a doctor be held accountable, in a patient safe-way, to maintain ethical standards – for all patients?!?
Several years ago I did suggest the EMTs or my husband transport me to Coral Springs Medical Center, which was a huge mistake. There I was treated in the emergency room to get breathing under control; typical lab work was done, oxygen was administered, and I was admitted to a room (I guess for observation). Hmmm…! The end result was that I was poorly treated by incompetent nurse, IV was dislodged and draining on my arm and my bed linen, correcting the problem took several hours – to which a new IV was inserted in my arm. Then, to top all the grossness off, a nurse in the middle of the sleep-time came in thinking I was sleeping; she made an attempt to inject something into the IV. When I moved my arm she quick left the room. I contacted my husband, but what could we have done. More so interesting and less healing was in that same hospital I was administered Penicillin even though I worn an allergy wrist band. Somehow I was there a day or two longer with much improve care, but I was ever so cautious.
This horrible incident brings to mind the memories of being a patient, in full need of trusting physicians and medical staffers – there is no guarantee that all personnel will be patient-correct in providing care. To make my mind more disturbed is the incident that occurred in University Hospital this year. Yes, January 2017 I was transported to University Hospital, to emergency room and admitted to a room. Because I have no physical that is affiliated with this hospital, even though I am a Tamarac FL resident, Dr Aguello was once again assigned me. His prescribed medication(s) kept me in a drugged-trance-like state for a week. I remember hearing individuals speaking, my daughter and sons communicating with my husband, and that although I wanted to reply – nothing would come out of my mouth. I could not speak nor think clearly; why was I in this drugged state of being?!?
Soon enough I was transferred to the Heartland of Tamarac Rehabilitation Center, whereby the staff did not administer any anxiety drugs, but did inforce (gently) physical activity. After two or three weeks I was ready to go home, and the rest is history…I am almost back to feeling health acceptability. A lengthy recovery brought things to mind that normally have been placed in the back of all thinking; mostly, remembering the medical incidents must be a priority that I (nor anybody else) forgets. Negative medical personnel makes for negative health-improvements.
Now, on a much more pleasant aspect, because my recovering from COPD and severe Bronchitis physically decreases the amounts of time I can walk, stand, and prepare meals – creating something delicious and less time consuming occurred. The newest recipe proved to be more than delicious; it has proved to be simple to prepare, to cook, and to serve. Here goes – Cabbage unRolled, as follows:
Images of all ingredients are in the subdirectory Grandma’s Kitchen/Images, as follows:
1 medium cabbage (to steam) 1/2 lb ground beef (to sauté) 1/4 c rice (to cook) 16 oz meat sauce (store bought) 6 oz tomato juice 4 oz raisins 2 oz onion (diced) 1/4 tsp garlic (powder), ginger (pulverized), oregano (flakes) 2 oz honey (to drizzle) 5 oz pineapple juice 15 to 20 shrimp (peeled, veined medium) 1/6 doz slices French bread (toasted & buttered) 2 Tbls Olive oil 3 oz mozzarella sticks (to top)
Prepare as follows:
- Steam: cabbage and separate leaves
- Sauté: meat, onions, ginger, garlic, salt, pepper, rice
- Pour: liquids (pineapple and tomato juice into sauce); bring to boil; simmer till rice is tender
- Arrange: cabbage leaves (in pan); spoon meat and rice into each leaf; layer more leaves; layer more mixture. Pour meat sauce on top cover with foil – cook on 350 degrees for 20 minute. Arrange cheese and shrimp over mixture just before serving; heat to melt cheese.Serve with French bread slathered in butter.
Begins the second quarter in this year. A miserable and sickly first quarter leaves me disgusted. COPD and Bronchitis equated to seven weeks of hell, bedrest, many prescriptions, just to take a stroll to bathroom, going upstairs difficult, sleeping nearly impossible. Well today maybe brought a calming that can continue to improve the way I feel.
Anticipating less physical stress. Peaceful rest is wanted and needed. Activities are necessary as well. Woohoo me.
Caj will get at least one walk briefly by me till I can do more daily. It feels good to have ambition returning.
Making me less stressed by fillness. Tomorrow will begin better quality I hope.
Have a great month and enjoy sholiday festivities with family and friends.
Although I am still recovering from COPD and Bronchitis dinners by Bob are different and delicious we are doing good.
with onions, carrots, and peas plus macaroni and cheese with a puffy potato sure gratin side dish. Applesauce was a perfect balance.
I gave instruction and he did the cooking and serving. Woohoo Bob. So eventually I should be able to cook and do daily activities but now I blessed. Now for a saddening mention …
…farewell Virginia Tucker Owens. You will be missed and remembered by your remaining siblings and all the cousins of four actually five generations.
I am too confined with 24/7 oxygen and bedrest for another week or so; this prevents my attendance to your funeral. Again Bryan, Leon, and William your sorrow is part of mine. Be strong and don’t leave your father in the future, as he will need you each as you’ll need him – for inner peace. Hugs.
March 2017 finds me continually battling COPD and its counterpart Bronchitis, another few days or longer; Perhaps the future will improve but it thus far blocks mist daily activity. Walking minimally creates short of breath requiring a sit down and oxygen treatment elevation from 2L to 3L. Well tomorrow I gave another follow up appointmentcwith my doctor…hoping changes to medications may divert similar ill health.
Blah and more blah on these past 8 weeks or longer. It’s been hell but I am feeling good about avoiding most stressful and debilitating moments. And panic still has not overtaken more than a few minutes, which is a huge plus.
So if anybody thinks illness is a cop-out try COPD or any pulmonary/respiratory disease. It’s horrible. It’s painful. It’s disgusting to ponder when it will stop activity from keeping daily needs possible
Yep … getting healthy will give me a smile long overdue. Till tomorrow I’ll remain on oxygen, medications, and monitoring vital signs for patterns displaying bad or good changes on a regime that’s necessary. Boohoo
Soon a new month takes over and brings good things for me and others. COPD has latched on but slowly is decreasing in misery. My mind says I’ll be okay but my lungs still are hesitant at times. Everyday I do activities that often get taken for granted during well-times. So making coffee, preparing salad, or guiding Bob through the how-to of making dinner has been successful. Yep each day more and more, then the rest period to maintain stamina. I can’t wait till I can walk my dog half a street and take him to the dog park.
Patience is not one of my many traits. Being prepared is my way, to maintain a fairly steady flow at home. Soon enough I know all will be better.
Bob needs s rest from doing so much.
Dennis needs a rest from doing so much.
Jennifer visits after work, which is exhausting.
Russ Provides long distance encouragement and woohoo’s when I convey improvement.
So I am blessed and they are stressed till I get mist of my strength back.
My doctor should have insight to how much longer this healing will take till I’m okay. This morning I’ll get that input – I hope.