The Birth Of A Book – “The Brooklyn Hospital Nightmares Begin”

463359_407136685985126_323986830_oAll three of these posts were written and published on the sme day. This period in my life marked the beginning of the end for me, although I would not recognise that fact for another year or so. It also marked a period where my lung health took center stage over my heart problems.

Another writing landmark  appeared as well. Can you tell what it is? I began adding medical information. This is important because my books have a good story line, but when you add the medical information, the books become an invaluable asset for the readers. Not only are you entertained by the book, you are learning too. Having medical information was the catalyst for deciding to turn the blog into a book, though that fact would not occur to me for some time yet.

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And then there was the VA hospital from hell

April 20, 2010 by brha99 

Up until now, I have had nothing but praise for the men and woman who work in our military hospitals and in our VA hospitals. You will recall I had nothing but praise for our VA facilities in Northport NY and Dallas Texas. The military facilities were and still are outstanding. (Wilford Hall Medical Center, an Air Force hospital in San Antonio and Great Lakes Naval Hospital in Chicago). All bets are off now. I am talking about the VA hospital in Brooklyn NY. A couple of months after I arrived in Brooklyn my COPD started getting worse. I was making an effort to get in better health, walking everywhere. Walking as much as I could. For those of you who have had the pleasure of living or visiting Brooklyn NY, you will understand when I tell you, in truth walking more was not really my idea. There is simply no choice. When you have 5 million cars in an area that only has 1 million parking spaces, you begin to understand the dilemma. The fact was that in the new walking environment coupled with the fact that I still smoked, ( I know. I am an idiot. What else can I say?) my lungs went on strike. I found myself in the emergency room at the Brooklyn VA. With my pulse Ox reading less than 70, It still took me nearly an hour to be seen. Let me explain: a pulse ox means the amount of oxygen at your extremity, usually your finger. They begin to get concerned if it hovers less than 90. Say 89. If it drops below 80, that is reason for some level of urgency. As I wait in the triage department, my pulse Ox read 69. I could barely breathe, and as for moving around…not happening.

Clarification please

April 20, 2010 by brha99

In my last entry, I talked about “pulse ox” For clarity sake, please indulge my sense of getting it right. Pulse ox is not the actual measurement of oxygen in the blood. It is a short way of say pulse oxymeter. It is the instrument used for taking the “SPO2″ which is what the numbers actually were. SPO2 is “saturation of peripheral oxygen”. That is to say, how much oxygen is way out in the periphery of your body. Often times the pulse oxymeter will be attached to your finger to get the SPO2 reading. I hope this clarifies things. Whew, I feel better now. Knowing I misstated stuff kept me up half the night.

The plot thickens, unlike my blood

April 20, 2010 by brha99 

So there I am, in the emergency room at the Brooklyn VA. Finally, some guy comes by. I think he’s a doctor. He didn’t speak much english..oh yea. That’s the doctor. I remember being put on a gurney and wheeled to the ward. They used more nebulyzer treatments. Didn’t really help much. By the evening, one doctor brought by a hand held gadget. He wanted me to blow into it. The purpose of which was to exercise my lungs. Try as I may, I was not able to use the machine. The doctor then brought over what appeared to be an intubation tube. Do you know what that is? Well it’s the tube they stick down your throat when they hook you up to a respirator. I told him I didn’t want that. After what appeared to be a long discussion (probably less than a minute) he put the tube down and handed me the gizmo again. I had to do this thing or I was going to be hooked up to a respirator. I struggled with it for hours. They would give me a break occasionally and hook me up to a bi-pap machine. No exactly sure what it was, but it forced air into my lungs and made it easier to breathe. This went on for three days. Finally, I was able to breathe well enough to maintain an spo2 above 90%. They sent me home. For now.


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