Paracentesis
Well, looks like I’m gonna need to go back into the hospital for some paracentesis. That’s a procedure where they extract a good bit of fluid from My stomach with a needle. Some less than two liters, sometimes up to four or five. Side benefit is I lose a few pounds really fast.
A problem is that My caregiver quit so I’d normally have to go by Myself. Fortunately, I have some people from My insurance coming out to assess Me and help Me, so I’ll try and work it out with them to be accompanied. I really don’t want to go back to the ER.
The downside is that when it gets this bad, I really don’t want to do anything. I have trouble standing up even from sitting on the bed, and walking anywhere is a major undertaking. Cooking is a hassle, and if you know Me then you know how I love to cook. Taking out the garbage wears Me out, and taking a shower is next to impossible.
The insurance people are going too help Me with mental health as well; maybe get some pills or something, and help My living situation. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned My living situation before, but it is really hellish The sidewalk in front of the house is broken, so badly that last time I called the EMT’s they couldn’t even get the stretcher to My door. There are cracks in the walls letting bugs in (including a few bedbugs, which I had them do the treatment for a few months back). The heater is screwed up, too, or at least it was until I broke it.
I need to get out of this place within the next few weeks, by maybe the end of the month or the first week of December. I’m going to be throwing out a bunch of stuff, too. I doubt I have that much time left to live, so it won’t be a huge loss.
