The need for my hospital stay is a severe infection that keeps erupting. First place top of right foot, second; outside of left knee, third; right index finger, all of which have been extremely painful and disgusting.
I had been seeing a practitioner, she never cultured it, did not seem too concerned with my general health and gave me two antibiotics.
My employee got rather upset with P's lack of concern for my health. She made me an appointment with a real doctor, who immediately began a culture, admitted me, sent a neuro-bone guy who left surgery to see me, they took buckets of blood and put me on an iv antibiotic and keep me over night to make sure I did not need surgery.
When I found out this morning, I did not need surgery, it was not in my joints, I broke out with strict instructions to follow up and take my new meds.
In observation, good things happened and not so good things. I had a room but the bathroom was across the waiting area. I had one nurse that could not get my vein, one rolled, one blew....rather painfully, I might add. New nurse comes and finds a good vein right away. Seth, my wonderful night nurse, brought me chocolate ice cream.
I did survive the night. I thought it was very convenient that a cemetery was just behind my room.