It has been thirteen days since I left the hospital. What an
adventure I am having! I do not know
what has happened to my skin. I suppose
it is from being edematous and losing all the fluid. My skin is dry and looks
like the feathers have been plucked. It feels like feathers too since I am so
itchy. My legs have gotten quite skinny. The psoriasis is drying out. There are
patches on my skin that look like pink shadows of psoriasis.
Last night I created a profile page on St. E's My Chart so I could send an email to my doctor.
I got up at 6 am this morning. I was itchy and could not go
back to sleep. Linny was still up. I weighed myself and I am 252. I had a small bowl of Rice Krispies and a cup
of peach yogurt. I cannot have the berry kind of yogurt. I stayed up a couple
of hours. TV has nothing on it worth watching. I looked at Face Book. ‘Sad news
about a friend of a friend. Damn, in looking up images I see there is a gluten-free version of Rice Krispies. I'll have to look for some.
I went back
to bed and once again it was weird dream time.
I was back in the hospital, only this time in a ward. I
think my wife was in the next bed. My mother was also in the room. A bevy of doctors were making their rounds and
they stopped to examine me.
The poor resident assigned to me went over her
notes. She didn’t even look like she was twenty years old. Her face was covered
acne and as she bent over me I could see that so was her chest. In fact it
looked a lot like guttate psoriasis. I was then put on a stretcher and wheeled
into the hall to await a test. The doctors continued to mill about the room and
examine the others.
Next thing I know I was dressed and walking around my town.
I walked past the high school and ducked in one door that said Archbishop. I felt weird being there, so I left and
walked up the street toward the hospital.
When I got back I could not find my room so I walked into
the first one I saw. Much to my
surprise, there was my father. He was lying in a hospital bed. He had
experienced a stroke. In the next bed was his girlfriend. At least that is what
he said and on the other side was her young daughter. On the floor were a
raggedy looking puppy and an even more raggedy looking child. Both had dirty
fur or hair that seemed to turn into brown dust.
Dad said he got tired of life and went to Monroe Ohio
I headed back to the next room, but got side-tracked since
there was a party in the cafeteria. I sat next to the young resident with the
bad skin and talked with her. I then
decided to go back to my room. On the way Dad and his girlfriend came walking
out. Dad had a pronounced limp and one sided weakness from the stroke. A sad
looking lady followed them. Her eyes were not quite right. After that came the
daughter, who showed a lot of fondness for my Dad, like he was spending money
on her.
She was followed by the dirty child and dirty puppy. I then went back to my room and back to bed.
I woke up again at 11:45 am and I had to have a bowel
movement. I guess it is the low fiber diet, but this will be only the fourth
time I have moved my bowels since leaving the hospital. I tried to go last
night, but I am afraid of straining my bowels. I did strain just a little this
morning.
I took a shower. I
used to take one shower a day, if not more on hot days. Now I don’t have the
desire to shower. It makes my dried out
skin feel funny. I have also noticed how sensitive I am to hot water.
I then went downstairs and put Patty out. Yesterday was a
beautiful 75 degrees. Today it is in the 30’s and raining. I made bacon and
eggs for Mom and me. I gave most of the
bacon to Patty. Linny woke up, got a cup of coffee and went back to bed.
It is not even two pm and I am getting tired.
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