Last post was made by Marc. And i don't blame him for his anger towards that hospital, i hate them. I do not care if my guts are hanging out of me i will not go to that hospital. I am frankly surprised they didn't kill him.
I have to add to that they should start taking a look at their nurses and maybe train them to not give their opinion on something they know nothing about and also to NEVER tell a person who is not the patient that they are fat. Also your ultrasound technicians either need to get more training or hire more people because waiting over 4 hours for a leg ultrasound is unacceptable...o and also have no record of finding the clot or how big it is is unacceptable. Also tell the people who draw blood to lose the attitude. If i get a call from the family doctor asking me where the blood test is and then we find out they fucked up the blood test and would not of told us till god knows when and then we get told we have to drive all the way back there from Montreal is more than enough reason for me to tell them they suck and to get their act together.And no giving me 3$ to get free parking is not enough, your whole hospital can go fuck itself.
Alright my little rant about the hospital is over. Like i said i will NEVER go back to that place, and if i see that nurse who thinks she's the smartest person i'm going after her.
So we headed up to the parents this weekend and it was fun. We didn't get home till 3am, i think we are still tired from Saturday night. I have the day off and it really sucks. I think i am getting to the end of work, i really need another job.
I ordered a dress about 2 weeks ago and i measured to make sure it was long enough, well it arrived and guess what. To damn short, removing the hem wouldn't save it. I really wanted that dress too. I ordered a skirt and hopefully it will look good.
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18 August 2010
17 August 2010
an ounce of prevention
<bitter rant>
On Thursday, while researching the results of my ultrasound, I discovered that it's standard procedure to prescribe anti-embolic compression stockings within a month of diagnosis of a DVT -- and it's often done within the first week, and can prevent post-thrombic reflux. (I was prescribed stockings two months after diagnosis).
In other words, Hawkesbury General Hospital, thank you for the irreparable vein damage.
</bitter rant>
On Thursday, while researching the results of my ultrasound, I discovered that it's standard procedure to prescribe anti-embolic compression stockings within a month of diagnosis of a DVT -- and it's often done within the first week, and can prevent post-thrombic reflux. (I was prescribed stockings two months after diagnosis).
In other words, Hawkesbury General Hospital, thank you for the irreparable vein damage.
</bitter rant>
12 August 2010
The Story
So around January 24, 2010 my husband (Marc) was told he had a blood clot. DVT.
The hospital we started with was well.....lets just say they need either new staff, new equipment or both. The told us that the clot will be gone by mid-week. We didn't know much about clots then and we were hopeful that a few shots of heparin would dissolve it and his leg would no longer be the size of popeyes arm. We were wrong.
Every day that week he had to go in for a shot of heparin in the stomach. He bruised like crazy, he was extremely tired, had no energy and just looked lost. None of the doctors really knew anything. There is a blood clot clinic in downtown Montreal, close to where we live. But the hospital (an hour away) told us they have everything they need to care for Marc.
He had to get an ultrasound. That took over 3 hours of waiting and we eventually found out that they actually never put the information in the file (where the clot was, about how big it was--that is another story).
After about 3 weeks of constant hospital visits, him staying at his parents (which i am so very Thankful for, they stressed me out but i am so Thankful they were there to help. As well as his aunt and uncle). He came home. He needed a cane to walk and even then he could barely walk for 10 minutes without pain. He needed constant rest and was (still is) on Cumadin.
Eventually, after constant calls to his doctor and me ready to punch his nurse in the face he got seen by the blood clot clinic. Ever since he has been there his energy and his outlook on having DVT is so much better! They give him so much information, they told him to get compression stockings (a post will come about this) and he got a stylish cane.
They actually give proper ultrasounds for blood clots and get the results fast. They know what they are talking about and have lots of experience.
So it's the end of July. He was told the clot is almost completely dissolved and he can actually walk for a long time without his leg balloning up or causing pain (compression stockings are amazing!!).
I still get asked when he will have a normal life. Marc has a normal life, he is a little slower but he is still Marc. Still the man i love. Still the man i told i would be with in sickness and in health. He is still living a normal life.
The hospital we started with was well.....lets just say they need either new staff, new equipment or both. The told us that the clot will be gone by mid-week. We didn't know much about clots then and we were hopeful that a few shots of heparin would dissolve it and his leg would no longer be the size of popeyes arm. We were wrong.
Every day that week he had to go in for a shot of heparin in the stomach. He bruised like crazy, he was extremely tired, had no energy and just looked lost. None of the doctors really knew anything. There is a blood clot clinic in downtown Montreal, close to where we live. But the hospital (an hour away) told us they have everything they need to care for Marc.
He had to get an ultrasound. That took over 3 hours of waiting and we eventually found out that they actually never put the information in the file (where the clot was, about how big it was--that is another story).
After about 3 weeks of constant hospital visits, him staying at his parents (which i am so very Thankful for, they stressed me out but i am so Thankful they were there to help. As well as his aunt and uncle). He came home. He needed a cane to walk and even then he could barely walk for 10 minutes without pain. He needed constant rest and was (still is) on Cumadin.
Eventually, after constant calls to his doctor and me ready to punch his nurse in the face he got seen by the blood clot clinic. Ever since he has been there his energy and his outlook on having DVT is so much better! They give him so much information, they told him to get compression stockings (a post will come about this) and he got a stylish cane.
They actually give proper ultrasounds for blood clots and get the results fast. They know what they are talking about and have lots of experience.
So it's the end of July. He was told the clot is almost completely dissolved and he can actually walk for a long time without his leg balloning up or causing pain (compression stockings are amazing!!).
I still get asked when he will have a normal life. Marc has a normal life, he is a little slower but he is still Marc. Still the man i love. Still the man i told i would be with in sickness and in health. He is still living a normal life.
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