Showing posts with label urea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label urea. Show all posts

Thursday, 19 March 2020

The augur in waters from within

Not a job to relish
I cannot say whether it is a benefit or not, but 16 years of blogging does end up creating a body of reference material and I cannot honestly say it is a journal, as everything is recorded from ideas, musings, mood, event, opinion, and nonsense. I doubt anyone would relish the idea of cataloguing my blog if we can first agree on the categories or just file it all under nonsense.
When I fell ill with the water infection part of the symptoms that endured for weeks was weakness, the loss of strength or capacity to do the simple things. It became convenient to pass water into a bucket and movements were not occurring for days.
Now, I remember that the second blog I wrote from the hospital over a decade ago was about the same thing, where I also referred to how my treatment was going. There probably is no originality to writing about it as everyone does it, it is so passé that no one notices anything about it too.
Making a sensory diagnosis
However, when a diagnosis is being made, besides the phlebotomies, that is what they want to have a look at, so you pass the first rush into a container and I don’t know what happens next. Hold it up to the light or check the pH along with other laboratory jinks; a type of cataloguing ensues.
When a doctor called to assess my condition, the bucket routine became useful because before my friend poured it away, he thought the odour was quite foul and then the colour was a bit dark. That along with my feverish condition laboured breathing, and pain around the waist, led her to decide I did need an ambulance to take me to hospital.
Yet, a job to relish
The bucket served the purpose for much longer and when I began to notice sediments at the bottom of the bucket, as urine is the excretion of water-soluble chemicals, it would appear the dissolved salts and compounds had settled and formed a layer of hardened material that was difficult to shift without a decent scrubbing with bleach and disinfectants. [Urine – Wikipedia]
It is then you realise there is much medical science in the study of urine, called urinalysis and there is no need to go into that much detail. If anything, I should drink more water besides what I learnt that cranberry juice is quite good for water infections.

Thursday, 24 September 2009

Golden red and painless

Vintage without palate

And so I have been manufacturing bottles of Premier Cru Urea 2009 by the gallon, the colour is golden, there doesn’t appear to be impurities, I would not hazard the ideas of bouquet, palate, odour and what not.

A good deal of it seems to come from the metabolism of saline solution intravenously fed into me over the last few days.

In addition to that, I have antibiotics dripping in and a quick check on what this antibiotic is supposed to treat includes fungating tumours, what a name for the condition and it doesn’t half teach you the fundamentals of pain.

All bloods for slow results

Meanwhile, one would be forgiven for thinking there was a vampire’s convention on the premises, I have given so much blood, I do wonder how much I have left in me. I developed a fever overnight and some blood was drawn into a culture to determine if there are bacteria in my blood.

You suddenly realise these tests are procedural rather than instant, observation and analysis means it could take days for results to come in, one just has to wait.

Not in my abdomen

Every 6 hours or so, I have been given morphine injections, all the time, it has gone into my left arm, then one nurse suggested injecting straight into my abdomen. I don’t think so.

It is hard enough trying not to see the needles as they go in, but the thought of having it go in my abdomen had me freaking out, big time.

She relented and injected my arm, I’ll rather that than the quick acting injection to the abdomen. It is a very sunny day, but when you are ill in hospital you get to observe nature’s beauty from the window and wish for the day when the joys of nature with the breeze of comfort blows into your face as you give thanks to God above.