Update from the Main Squeeze

Greetings and salutations from room 6202-2 (not B as previously reported) from Jimmy

Tomma wants me to tell you all thank you for your msgs. Means very much to her.

Update in brief, as she's having a bit of a rougher time today, so I'm going to dash this off quickly so we can go back to reading from the comic novel Handling Sin.

She had what felt like increasing gas pains last evening and overnight. These segued into a change in the feel of the pain to a more general lower abdominal distress. Today they took her off the intravenous dalautad or whatever the hell it's called, which was so effective on Sat and all this morning, even though her distress, shortness of breath, fever now 99.8, feeling of weakness, and pain whenever she moves, are distinctly different than before.

Her doctor is apparently not in the hospital today but down in Poughkeepsie and his stand in, Dr. McWhatever, didn't stop in, just sent his resident in to tell her the surgical schedule is full for the week and to get her on oral meds so she could go home today.

I got in around noon and could tell immediately the landscape had changed in her color, temperature and mood. She's just not feeling well. I rustled up a couple nurses and had to gently but firmly insist that they get someone in to look at her, as they had on their charts that the good Dr. McWuh had been here when indeed he had not.

The same resident, apparently, who came in at 7 came back in, was just fine, checked her over, and ordered up a Cat Scan for 4:30 today, so we're prepping now with contrast medication to make the CT read better, and she's resting and not moving.

Her belly is abnormally bloated, she's concerned and uncomfortable, even with the oral meds.

They're very busy today, not as laid back as on the weekend, so everything takes longer to arrive, even a bottle of water. Although it did take 2 hours yesterday to get a single dinky 8 oz bottle of Poland Spring, so not that much worse I suppose, in some ways.

We're not in the hospital-griping mode just yet, although the food could be better, as in edible/nutritious, but she's hanging in here and hoping the CT shows something that will make her current distress less alarming and will lead to some remedy, perhaps an opening in the surgical schedule, so we don't have to face the prospect of her being 45 minutes from medical help at home, and have another crisis and yet another ambulance ride. I'm not cheered by the prospect of having to drive her over these lumpy bumpy roads around our house back to the hospital with her feeling the way she does.

anyway, that's all the news that's fit to print, I'll update once we hear something from the Cat Scan. Keep your claws sharp, kitties. Looks like we'll be here at least another night.

Love to all from die Tomma and me

Jimmy