(Slighlty Graphic)During my hospital stay for the second transplant after all the drama had subsided I was moved back up to the BMT ward for my final week. I'd been through alot and was on plenty of narcotics. My days were going ok but the evenings would bring some ridiculous events. Due to an earlier catheter accident I was peeing heavy blood and clots that the nurses would call "merlot with giant leaches". Anyway I slept with a pee bottle attached to my bed. One night I must have been really out of it and had managed to fall asleep with a full bottle of this "merlot and leaches" resting on my chest. I woke up in the middle of the night with the entire thing spilled all over me. I buzz the nurse who comes in to see this horror movie and even worse she has to clean it up. The very next night I managed to get myself to the bathroom to do my business but became disoriented and confused about where I should be peeing- in the bottle or the toilet!? I started spinning around pissing merlot all over the bathroom . I buzz the nurse and she opens the bathroom door to see me standing in the middle of the bathroom with another blood bath surrounding me. Of course it was the same nurse as the previous night and to this day she does not like me. The next night one of my favorite nurses was sitting at the nursing station as I was walking the ward. Just as I was passing in front of her she says to me, without looking up and in this sarcastic voice .."So what are you going to do for us tonight..." Too funny. Last week she was my nurse one night and I couldn't help but laugh when she walked in for the first time.
Posted by Chad Warren at 9:19 PM
brennenshingletonNovember 12, 2009 at 5:49 AM
on a much lighter side...... i think i had a very similar experience the time you came down to visit me and we ate the three week old "brownies" that you told me would make me "feel better".... while in the process i thought you were running around in a pink tooto and singing barenaked ladies songs in opera.... man was that a good day....lol
hang tough man and keep the stories up...i love re thinking all of the laughs
AnonymousNovember 13, 2009 at 5:43 PM
I was afraid to read your blog
Knowing full well your pain would be unbearable.
I was afraid to read your blog
Knowing my life has been untouched by such human pain.
But you do not ask for sympathy, only an ear.
Your articulate commentary lays out for someone like me just what it's like to courageously fight every minute a disease that has no mercy.
I am reading your blog
And I am struck by your honesty and candour.
You have bared your soul and sometimes your body. You are not afraid to be an authentic human being. You have been on a journey of horrors that no one should experience. Along the way, you have been touched by angels and small miracles. Your family and friends will walk with you and hopefully you will be triumphant.
Your determination to give back enhances the human spirit. You are giving hope to all those similarly afflicted and insight to those waltzing through life. God bless you and heal you - you have touched our hearts.