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| Presbyterian Intercommunity Hospital-Whittier |
The first part of this post is here:
http://aboutlifeandrunning.blogspot.com/2015/02/chest-pain-radiating-to-shoulders-neck.html
It took barely half an hour to arrive in Presbyterian
Intercommunity Hospital – Whittier (PIH), and I calculated that if the
ambulance travelled at 60 MPH, then the distance must have been approximately
30 miles. In the ambulance with me were two paramedics and a registered nurse. According
to one of the EMT's, normally an RN is not included but since I was considered
critical transport, the RN was a requirement for this particular ambulance company.
When I was unloaded at PIH, it took a while to find the unit I was being sent
to due to the huge size of the hospital. All we knew was that I was going to
room 3001 which meant it was on the third floor. But the third floor of which
building was the question since the hospital had two buildings. Eventually we
found it and I was offloaded from the gurney to the hospital bed. Lucky for the
ambulance staff, they didn’t have to lift me and even if they had to, it would
have been too easy for them since I’m only about 120 pounds soaking wet.
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| Hospital Care Kit |
My private room and bathroom was spotless and a care kit sat on the
bedside table. The usual items in an admission care kit like a basin, pitcher,
tumbler, toothbrush, toothpaste, body wash/shampoo, lotion, mouthwash, and a
full size box (!) of Kleenex were
already at my tray table when I arrived at the hospital. What was an unexpected
surprise were a few additional personal touches to enhance a patient's comfort
like an eye mask, ear plugs, and lip balm. Nice job PIH! The only thing I had
trouble finding was the remote control for the TV and the wall lights. The next
time the CNA came, she showed it to me - it was stowed in a receptacle under
the bed. The visitor’s bench on one side of the room also happened to be a pull
out bed in case a relative or friend wanted to sleep over.
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| My hospital bed |
The nurse came and introduced himself (Rafael), hooked me up to a
Holter monitor, checked my heart and lungs, did a stroke assessment, then asked
me about my medical history. He said a hospitalist (doctor) was coming to see
me shortly. Rafael come back later to swab my nose for an MRSA (methicillin resistant staphylococcus aureus) test. He said they had to do it whenever a patient was transferred from another hospital. He reported later that the test was negative. Meanwhile, I fired up my computer and connected to the hospital
wi-fi hotspot. I hope I did the sequence correctly: call 911, stabilize in the
ER, get admitted to the hospital, then post to Facebook, instead of the last
one being done first. Well, I couldn’t connect to the wi-fi in the ER so…
The hospitalist came, listened to my heart and lungs, asked questions,
did another stroke assessment, then went to the nurse’s station to write his
orders but first I asked him if the nurse could give me a snack or if I was
supposed to be NPO for the anticipated tests in the morning. Thankfully the CNA
came back with a turkey sandwich and milk. It was my first meal since noontime
the previous day and it was already 3:30 a.m. While I was eating, my brother
apparently read my post on Facebook and tried contacting me via Skype video
chat, but I had turned my computer off while the doctor was talking with me.
When I turned it back on, I saw the missed call but before I could call back I
had to update Skype first. When we finally connected, my brother Larry and his
better half Ninette said they had just gotten back from out of town when they
saw my post. We chatted briefly and updated them on my condition, then I tried
to get some sleep by about 4:15 a.m. Alas, my body reverted to night shift mode
and only slept for about an hour. The nurse came to ask me if I wanted the
alternating pressure device attached to my legs to prevent stasis and blood
clots. I declined and told him it wasn’t necessary since I expected myself to
be moving around anyway.
The phlebotomist came next and I asked her about the blood test and
since it included blood sugar and cholesterol levels, I informed her that I had
eaten only two hours prior. She said she was going to note on the computer that
it was a non-fasting result. Soon shift change came and I met the day shift
nurse, Emily. To my surprise, Rafael, the night nurse gave report about me in
my presence. I have never experienced that before. I told Emily that I was an
uncooperative patient because I refused to wear the alternating pressure
device.
So this is how Monday morning went: breakfast was served and as I was
about to start eating the orderly or transport aide from the radiology
department came by to pick me up for my head MRI. He was nice enough to give me
a few minutes to eat. I was supposed to be on a cardiac diet (low fat, low
cholesterol, low sodium) so it was surprising to see eggs and sausages on my
plate. I haven’t eaten those things in years!
Then I was transported downstairs on a wheelchair down long hallways
until we reached the MRI room. They were finishing up with another patient,
then it was my turn. They checked me for metal objects so they put aside my
partial denture and I let them know that I had a metal plate on my left ankle
which has been there since 1972 when I broke it in a motorcycle accident. The
technician said it was okay. I was pre-warned of the noise of the machine and
given earplugs and an ear cover. Pretty soon, the machine started thumping and
I started to get anxious. My pulse rate went up and I tried to slow my
breathing down. Then suddenly I realized, it wasn’t so much that my heart was
beating so fast and hard but it was the thumping of the MRI machine, so I just
concentrated on relaxing. Pretty soon 14 minutes in the claustrophobia causing
machine was over, and I was wheeled back to my room. It took so much
concentration to keep me from jumping out of the machine in the first couple of
minutes.
When I got back to my room, I asked Emily
if I could walk up and down the hallway for at least half an hour so I don’t
miss my daily workout and so that what is reflected on the Holter monitor would
mimic what I would normally do at home. She okayed it but told me that if I
started having chest pain or dizziness, to alert the closest nurse. With that,
I started my walk. I encountered a therapy dog on my first lap and let it smell
the back of my hand, then I continued my walk. Alas, it only lasted for 6
minutes. Did I have chest pain or dizziness? Well, no. I saw someone enter my
room with a machine so I followed her. The cute girl told me I was going to
have a Lexiscan. I asked, who is Lexi and why is she going to scan me? Two
other technicians showed up while I was being hooked up to an EKG machine and
something which I found out later was the Lexiscan was injected in my vein.
While the 3 techs monitored me, my attending physician showed up and I
gave him a fist bump instead of shaking his hand because it's better for
infection control. He asked me a few questions and told me that my MRI was
normal. There was no sign of a stroke that the other hospital may or may not
have seen on the CT scan. That was another good news in addition to my normal
troponin levels. I was to be taken downstairs again later
for a stress test which did not involve a treadmill. The Lexiscan nuclear dye
would take care of detecting any abnormalities in my heart and circulation. If
you want to learn more about Lexiscan like I did, just look it up on the
internet. Shortly after, another phlebotomist came to draw blood for CK-MB
test.
I went back out to the hallway still wearing a hospital gown, reset my
stopwatch to zero and started my walk again. This time there would be no more
interruptions other than dodging nurses, doctors, housekeepers, and visitors in
the hallway. Fortunately I wasn’t accused of indecent exposure since I wasn’t
wearing anything underneath the gown. I should have asked for a diaper to
provide more coverage rather than go commando. I completed 35 minutes and
decided that was enough. A nurse's aide came to my room to bring me gray
hospital socks so I can wear them instead of the red ones which came in my care
kit. She said red socks were for patients who were at risk for falling and
after seeing me power walking in the hallways, she didn’t think I was one. I
jokingly told her I could fall for her so the red socks would be justified. She
said I better not. When I saw her again a few minutes later, I changed the tone
of my voice and told her – I could fall for her (as in love). Jokingly, of
course J
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| COW-Computer On Wheels |
While walking up and down the hallways of the telemetry unit, I
noticed there was a COW (computer on wheels) in every room running e-MD, an
electronic medical records system. I’m used to the Cerner and Epic systems. Aside
from e-MD, the staff used Vocera to communicate with each other, it was
attached to their lapel or scrubs near the neck area then they would mention
the name of another staffmember and the system automatically connects to the
other person and they can talk to each other. I won’t be surprised if the
Vocera is also connected to the patient’s call light.
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| Lunch-Barbecued chicken breast, mixed veggies, mashed potatoes, oatmeal raisin cookie |
Lunch came soon and I checked with Emily if it was ok to eat. She said
yes and that the only thing I can’t have is caffeine because it affects the
Lexiscan test. Trying my best at being a model patient, I even took my tray back to the dietary department cart out in the hallway and let my nurse know that I ate 100%. While I waited to be picked up for the test after lunch, a
social worker stopped by to ask me if I had an advance medical directive. I
said I didn’t but had a POLST (physician’s orders for life sustaining
treatment) in my doctor’s office. She said that if I was interested in filling
out an advance directive she could bring the forms for me, help me with it and
have it notarized for free in the hospital. So I asked her to bring me one.
Since she was a social worker, I also asked if they assisted patients with
transportation if nobody was able to pick me up to take me home. She said they
did and I requested the service. She came back with the blank advance directive
which I proceeded to fill out. By the way, an advance directive is a legal
paper filled out by a patient on what his wishes are if he becomes
incapacitated and cannot make medical decisions for himself. The patient also
assigns another person to make sure that his wishes are carried out.
Then an echocardiogram technician showed up and she did the ultrasound
test while I lay on my left side. A few minutes after she left, I was finally
wheeled along even longer hallways to the nuclear medicine department. The
myoview/lexiscan test was done while I was lying supine first, then in the
prone position. I was sent back to my room to await the results and if
everything was clear, I was to be discharged.
I saw the social worker again and asked if the notary public was still
available to witness my now completed advance directive. Unfortunately he was
gone for the day so my advance directive is still unofficial until witnessed by
a notary or two other uninterested parties.
Emily came back to see me at about 4 p.m. and told me my myoview/lexiscan
stress test was negative for abnormalities and she would be preparing my
discharge papers as well as arranging for transportation. I tidied up my
hospital room before getting discharged and took home the care kit because when
I asked the CNA if they wanted to return items I didn’t use to the supply room,
she said they were going to automatically throw them away.
At 5 p.m. came and unhooked my Holter monitor, removed my IV access,
then walked me downstairs to the lobby where the taxi driver was already
waiting for me. I thought it was a hospital van that was taking me home and was
surprised it was a taxi. I jokingly asked Emily if they used Uber to transport
patients. I thanked her for taking care of me and bid her goodbye. Then I
boarded the taxi, chatted with David, the driver as he entered the 710 freeway
towards Long Beach. Because it was President’s Day, traffic was light and we
arrived at my home in about 25 minutes. Thus ended my latest bout with chest
pain false alarm.
It was reassuring to know that after all the necessary tests have been done, the chest pain, burning sensation in
the neck and shoulders, and dizziness had nothing to do with my heart and
brain.
However the cause of all the pains I've been experiencing remains a mystery as it is still happening two weeks after my trip to the ER and one day of hospitalization. It could be that my body is suddenly reacting differently to exercise now and the soreness is not what I used to experience.
Random notes and observations: Just realized that I had this problem on National
Heart Month.
If anything happened to me while I was by myself at home, I might not
be found until weeks, months, or even years later, which has happened to other
people and became news items.
With two IV sites and four blood draws, my arms look like a heroin
addicts’.
As much as possible, I try to minimize my impact towards the world and
my relatives and friends because as much as I dislike inconvenience, I do not
want to inconvenience anyone either.
This is about the 4th time I've had a false alarm in the last 15 years
or so but I've never really told anybody about it, not even my immediate
family. Of course there was no Facebook when the first two happened.
I was surprised that neither the ER nurse nor the Telemetry
nurse asked me if I was out of the country recently as required by the ebola
screening process. Maybe because I didn't have a fever.
I
think the reason why I couldn’t be accommodated in any hospitals near my home
was because while I was at the emergency room, there was a drive by shooting in
Long Beach where 5 people were shot and in another incident, a man in a
wheelchair run over by a car.
When I was having those frequent pains, it made me more grateful when
I was able to wake up in the morning still alive.
