Well, you probably know that I went back to the ER for the catheter a couple days ago. Pretty much the exact same experience as before. Gave me antibiotic pill to cover a probable infection, but they didn't know what kind.
So, I found out when I woke up this morning that I have some kind of long named infection that is a cousin to MRSA but not quite. So, they are sending me to the hospital tomorrow to hang an IV for antibiotics. Supposedly, rather than staying in the hospital, home health is going to then take care of it here. But I have my doubts, seriously, since they can't be counted on to even change a catheter. Even more confusingly, for some reason, I have to go back to the hospital every other day, until the round of antibiotics, which of course is an undetermined length at this point, is over. And I might be stuck in bed until the whole thing is over, which monumentally and completely sucks. I'm not a TV watcher, and don't have an on demand's cable box on my TV, so there is literally nothing to watch most of the time and that's pretty much all I can do in bed at this point. No phone, no computer, and of course, minimal human contact.
I don't understand many many things about this. I don't understand why they don't just keep me in the hospital rather than transporting the every other day. That must be about money in some way. I don't understand why these people couldn't do their job in the first place. I don't understand why I mean so little.
And I'm really pretty afraid. I'm scared that the lack of caring I've been receiving in the hands of the system is going to kill me. And I'm not sure how to change it. Do you have any ideas besides going Denzel Washington and going in there with a gun? Because I'm about there. I'm too young and too me to die yet. So many things I want to do, so many ways I want to matter and change the world.
I'm so angry and sad. But I had to let you know will was going on in case I disappeared for a while. Wish me luck, and hopefully, I will see you on the other side.