When I got to the doctor I told him I was fine. But he said to me, "Sarah, your pulse ox is 87, you have a fever of 102 and look how your trach site is retracting when you breath." Then my mom had to go tell him I haven't gone to the bathroom in the last 18 hours.
So first he gives me a breathing treatment. I don't know why. My mom was giving them to me all night long.
Then he sent me down for a chest x-ray. Yep, same old lungs. Left side is always fuzzy but today the right side decided to go cloudy too. Then there are two spots he doesn't think were there before. No big deal.
Or so I thought. Next thing you know, I am on the table screaming my head off as they shove this needle in my hand. Oh great. Just great.
Here is what I thought about that. Oh I forgot to mention they already stuck a needle in my booty. Now my hip hurts like crazy and I probably won't be able to walk.
And then the same nurse shows up with another needle. I thought I was going to scream again, but she told me she could put it in the bag of saline. Whew!!!
Just when I was about to hate her, she showed up with a DVD player and The Incredibles. That made me happy.
I sat there for an hour while they ran two bags of saline in. Then Dr. Norr came in and asked me if I had to pee. "Nope," I told him. "What?" Not another bag. Oh my gosh, I had to sit for a third bag. Then he came in again and asked me the same question. This time I said, "Yes!!!" and ran for the bathroom. When I came back, he said I could go home now. "If all they wanted was urine, why didn't they just tell me that in the beginning?"