10.23--JC Blair Hospital (SAT)

Saturday

October 23, 2010.

Didn't sleep real good through the night. You see, I have a pain pump. To get my pain medication, I have to press a button. It's programmed to not let me OD, if I press it 3x in a row, it will only give me the set amount, and then the second 2x are canceled. So it's like I only pressed it once.

After a day o' hardly any visitors it was great to have visitors stop today. It really does cheer me up to have friends stop by to say hello. Many o' them say something about them being sorry they couldn't stay very long, but if they knew how much it cheered me up, pretty sure they'd still visit. Thanks to all o' you who have put forth the effort to come visit me. I love you all so much! Thanks...MUAH!!

The Schroeders stopped by for a visit.

Me and Lyra and li'l Gabriel.

Me & Andrea...she was so gentle.

Kylie stopped by to say hi.

Oh, I wish I was allowed to post the other picture.

Linda says, Harriet's a Goon.

More pretty colored urine!!

The Doctor ordered for me to go for walks.
Here's pictures o' our walk we took.
This is the Outpatient Testing sign.



This is the room for the outpatient procedure.

Here's where you have the baby.

Adam wonders, what's behind Door #3?

Here's what was behind the door...

I wanted to open up this door.

This is where babies come from!
I tried to talk Adam into letting me go in here and pick out a baby!

This is for you, Leonard Hofstetter!

What you see on my door!

Who is this hot chick who came to visit me?
...JOHNNY o' course...

So there is this one commercial, they have hair just like this in the commercial; however, I'm having a very hard time trying to find the commercial. I was able, however, to get this picture. Anyway, check out their hair. It's so amazing b/c it's just like Johnny's hair!
Their Hair.


Johnny's Hair. (Similar! Right?)

Ah...back to normal, Justin Beiber!

Comparing the "no-hair" spot around the ears.
I think this is a particularly cool shot!

Our hair is the same length...cause we're twins!

He loves buttons!!!

Guess how much Johnny weighs?
Jason knew which button to press for the answer.
146.0 Pounds.

Johnny and Lindsay...They are adorable!

One o' my gifts was gum...
Lindsay WON...she blew the biggest bubble.

So Johnny had is head thrown back, which made me look up his nostrils. Upon looking at his nostrils, I noticed that his right nostril was three times the size o' his left nostril. If he ever has to get an NG Tube, he better be telling them to use his right nose hole!! Haha...it's not just me right? You can see it too?

Can't you see it?

My reaction when they said...
Let's repeat the surgery on Tuesday!

Before Johnny, Jason, and Lindsay all left, they wanted to say goodbye to me. I, was asleep. They didn't want to wake me up so Johnny was going to take a picture beside me while I was still asleep. Well, just as we were ready to take the picture, I woke up. So we had to take a "let's remember" picture. So, I am ASLEEP; Johnny is yawning, cause he's tired.
Is this a yawn or a "Caden roar"?



A sweet visit from my sweet brother.

A sweet visit from Johnny's sweetheart!

Sweet hug from Nurse Jan.

My fantastic friend--Bobbi Jo!

Several visits from Bobbi Jo; sustained me.

SUM-UP:

• Visitors.
• Cool Color o' Pee.
• Taking a Walk.
  
• Brother Visits.
• More Visitors.
  

THE END!!!

Day 6

Lone Visitors--The Schroeders

Lyra, Andrea, Gabriel, and Lyra's mother all stopped by to visit me. B/c my immune system is severely compromised and the infection being so contagious, I'm in an isolation room w/isolation protocol. So Lyra came into my room but not before she put on the gorgeous gown, the gaudy gloves, and the mandatory matching mask. She was able to stay for a bit, then she left to go shopping.

Standing in the doorway so Andrea could say, "Hi Miss Jill."
Seeing Andrea really helped me cheer up.

Lyra brought me a present...JAWBUSTERS (oh and one piece o' bubble gum).

Thanks Lyra for stopping up to visit me. You made my day!
When I eat a "jawbreaker", I turn into The She-Hulk! Grr...

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$5...$5 Foot Long.

For supper, Ace bought a $5...$5 Foot Long. (You know like the song from the commercial that they sing.) He really loved the fact that Altoona Regional had a Subway in the main lobby. He'd eat one o' the 6" for lunch and the other half for supper.

Ace eating his Spicy Italian Foot Long.

Oh dear...what a lovely face.

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Central Venous Catheter (CVC) Insertion
Paul S. Schultz M.D. (Anesthesiologist)

My veins are a nurses/phlebotomists worst nightmare...they are super thin and/or nonexistent, plus all the scar tissue makes it difficult to get stuck. So every time I go in the hospital my veins get stuck, poked, prodded, and even infiltrate. So finally after trying for an hour one day, they called the doctor so he could write an order for a central line. Here is all the times they tried and missed.

Back o' my hand...they missed.

Forearm attempt...it was a No-Go.

Antecubital IV infiltrated terribly. Yes, that's blood leaking out too.

Antecubital bruising from all the trama.

The doctor gave the "ok" for the central line to be inserted. It was 8 p.m. in the evening, so the only person that could do the procedure was Dr. Schultz, he's an anesthesiologist. Then they put me in a gown as I gripped my LUCKY Irish shamrock blanket waiting for him to come up.

This is my "scared" face.

They sterilized the area with a translucent blue disinfectant solution. Pretty?

After the sterile area was created, my bed was tipped so my head was lower than my feet (Trendelenberg Position). Next he inserted the needle into my subclavian vein and threaded it (but he was actually shoving quite hard) down thru the vein till it reached the superior vena cava and the right atrium o' the heart. Then the needle was pulled out while the catheter stayed in the vein. He then stitched the catheter, attaching the port to my skin to prevent the catheter from advancing farther down or getting caught on something and pulling out.

Can you see the black thread that's stiched and anchored to my skin?

Phew...we did it!! Looks like we just need to be holding a baby in our hands.

We tried to clean up all my blue hulkiness from the site.

I called my mother to tell her everything went well.

My Wonderful Anesthesiologist
Paul S. Schultz M.D.

After the procedure was done, I told the doctor I wanted a picture o' him and me after I got cleaned up. He laughed (thinking I was joking) and said, "I have to go down to the ER right now."

I said, "Well, you better come back then so I can get a picture with you."

The nurses all there looked at him and told him, "And the funny thing is, you think she's kidding. She is totally serious! She will totally hunt you down and find you."

Needless to say, he came right back, confirmed it was placed correctly, put his arm around me, and got his picture taken with me. !

Dr. Paul S. Schultz
MY Anesthesiologist

The chest x-ray confirmed it's placement was correct. Now they will be able to run fluids, insert medicine, and/or even drawl blood from one o' the 3 different colored ports. So that saves me from getting stuck over and over again. My poor veins are super tired o' getting poked and prodded. So things are looking good...at least in the CVC, IV department o' things. As o' tonight, I have been in this room for one, long, whole, week!

THE END!!!