Monday, September 30, 2024

Scheduling a Bad Day

Little back story. For three years, I had been experiencing chronic pain in my right knee, right wrist, right shoulder, and sacrum. My right side provides stability for the rest of my body, so it gets a lot of wear and tear. My left side has more dystonia which also causes pain. Some days, the pain is horrible and some days it’s fine. After three years of guessing what it is, we discussed the option of an MRI.

Here’s the thing about an MRI. Because of the constant movement, I would have to be sedated as in completely out. I cannot hold still for a minute nevertheless for four different scans. This was going to require anesthesia. On top of that, the medicine for my dystonia is a sedative. This was very serious. My orthopedic doctor called my neurologist who prescribes my medication and they both agreed that my body could handle sedation. After that, game on! I messaged my other doctors and asked what scans they wanted done. I received four different orders from two different hospitals. Here is the problem with that. RUSH only takes orders from RUSH and Shirley Ryan hospital only takes orders from Shirley Ryan. That became the pinnacle of my frustration because I was the one responsible for communicating everything. This took two months of calling hospitals. I was going to do it at the Elmhurst Memorial Hospital. They are great but when you’re dealing with four different doctors and one hospital who is not affiliated with any of them, your phone is ringing constantly and it’s so stressful. I was very angry with our health care system. When you have a complex situation like this, the patient has to do all the work which is so backwards. Anyway, after eight weeks of at least four phone calls per week, the day finally came.

“Are you nervous?” Mom asked.

“No. Just want to get it over with.”

We were led back to pre-op. Since I was having anesthesia, I couldn’t go straight to the MRI department. I had to wait in pre-op. I could not eat after midnight, so I had a whole serving of Alfred and a slice of cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory. It was a disgusting amount of food, but it did the trick. That morning, I asked for ice on my lips before we went to the hospital. I was that thirsty.

“Date of birth please,” the nurse asked. Liliana, my caregiver, and Mom didn’t talk for me.

“Six twenty-five ninety,” I replied.

“Let me take your blood pressure. Let me get your vitals. How tall are you?” The nurse rattled these statements and questions off.

It’s too fast! I cannot type and have all that going on. You have to slow down.

Knowing that I was flustered, Liliana chimed in, “You need to slow down and she’s 5’7.”

“OK. So, let’s go over medications.”

After we gave them all my information, the nurse asked me to take my ring off. It’s been on my finger since the night of high school graduation. Long story short, I slightly lost my mind and wanted to call the whole thing off. No. Nobody comes between my jewelry and me.

“Hannah, they are going to have to solder it off. You can have it put back together,” Mom said.

“This is horrible of them. I love this ring!” I said.

“Well, it’s either this or it gets stuck in the machine,” the nurse said.

I nodded at the nurse with a whopping amount of irritation in my eyes. Don’t you know you’re intentionally breaking off a little piece of my heart? I hadn’t eaten for 16 hours, and I hadn’t taken that ring off since 2008. Give me a little grace.

It’s going to be a long day of not being heard.

After getting me on the gurney, Mom told Liliana she could leave.

“Jean, text me about how things are going," Liliana requested.

“I will.”

The nurse came back in needing to weigh the wheelchair because I had gotten on the scale in my chair. To determine my weight, they take the weight of the chair itself and subtract the amount representing when I sat in it. They subtract the difference, and you get my exact weight. It’s precise and requires no guessing. This was not a day to guess.

And then we waited…and waited. Mom and I can talk without my communication device. We talked about how much this sucked, she reassured me my ring was in my purse, and then we talked about anything and everything we could think of because we were so bored. The MRI started at 1:00 theoretically but it was actually 3:30 when it started.

A man came to wheel me to the MRI department. When I arrived, all I wanted to say was, “Man, I’ve talked to your scheduling department at least 60 times, I’m ready to get this thing done.” Of course, I couldn’t because I didn’t have my communication device.

“Hi Hannah, how are you?” One of the techs said.

I nodded my head as if to say, “I’m good.”

Mom spoke up for me. “Hannah is extremely bright, has her master’s, lives on her own…”

“I assumed so. We don’t assume differently.”

I really liked the MRI department. They were full of young people who understood that a woman who could not speak did not mean she was cognitively challenged. Yay! This generation will be different. Hallelujah!

My anesthesiologist Dr. McSteamy, who definitely worked out on a regular basis, went over how everything would go. He was so nice and patient. After that conversation, the energy shifted. Thirty seconds later, they transferred me to the board that goes in the MRI machine. It really hurt because I was lying flat and because my sacrum hurt (hence this MRI), I asked for a pillow under my knees. After that, they wheeled me away.

“Bye, brave girl,” Mom said. I waved.

“OK, I need you to breathe in after I put the mask on,” Dr. McSteamy said. I would breathe and fall asleep.

Damn it, Hannah Thompson, you start deep breathing, and you wake up on the other side. Breathe, Thompson, just do it so this day can be over. For the love of all that is holy, take a deep breath.

“She can’t do it.” Dr. McSteamy said.

No, I can’t as lame as that is.

“I’m going to put it in through the IV.

Thank God. Just put me to sleep.

“OK, here it comes…”

I hope this… and I was out.

I opened my eyes to fluorescent lights. The debate… did I miss it? I had been anticipating the presidential debate for a month.  

“Hey. You’re awake,” one of the nurses said. She hadn’t been my favorite and if I remembered that, all was good.

“Mom?” I managed to say.

“You’ll be here for 10 more minutes then we’ll get you to post-op.”

When they wheeled me into post-op, I met the smartest nursing assistant.

“Hey, your parents are coming.” She continued, “Do you want some water?” as I stared down the cup.

“Absolutely!”

She picked up the cup and let me drink. I was parched.

She pulled the cup away.

“More.” I hadn’t had anything to drink for 12 hours.

“Has it been a long time?”

I nodded with enthusiasm as she gave me Teddy Grahams too. This woman had an exceptional amount of emotional intelligence to communicate with me only using my eyes. This makes me hopeful for the next generation of nurses. That was when my parents walked in.

“Hey! How are you feeling?” Mom asked.

“Good. Sleepy. Ready to watch the debate,” I said as soon as Dad put me in my wheelchair.

“Thanks for feeding Hannah, she hasn’t eaten since midnight.”

“I figured,” the nursing assistant said.

She was quite remarkable.

After that terrible day, I got Chick-fil-A, went home, and watched the debate. The MRI results were incredibly disappointing. All they found was tendonitis and inflammation. The fact that nothing is really wrong is wonderful, but my doctors didn’t really have solutions to my pain.

Saturday, August 31, 2024

A Phenomenal Month

 

August was a phenomenal month.

I went to Mall of America and stayed in Minnesota. I have friends and family there and they all come to the Mall and visit with me. I’ve been going for so long that my friends’ kids run up to me when they see me. It’s the best feeling in the world! I was there for four days, and it was amazing. I got to see my friend, Katherine, and we shopped until we dropped. So much fun!

Another blessing was that I got to see a former caregiver get married. It was such a beautiful ceremony, fand the reception was so fun. The bride and groom were so fun. The families are a mix of Italian, German, Mexican and Irish so it was a party!

Everything is on my Instagram. I put out daily videos so go over there and follow me at hannahs_adventures_blog.  I’m also on YouTube. That is becoming a platform for me. Please go over and follow me on there for a little daily dose of positivity.

Love,

Hannah!

Wednesday, July 31, 2024

Make the Effort

             Hi there! I’m well, how are you? I hope you’re well. I’ve had an eventful month. You can catch up with me on Instagram. I’ve had to fix a lot of electronics which makes for long days. I didn’t feel like writing about it because it was exhausting and desperately lacked humor. I couldn’t even find humor in the multiple situations. Anyway, with it being wedding season, I thought I would provide an excerpt from one of my chapters. It’s about a wedding years ago.

I rolled into a church in Minnesota. It was grand with marble and statues everywhere. I was at Keith’s wedding. Keith was a good friend from camp Courage. I had worn a little black dress. I got there fifteen minutes before the ceremony started. I was sitting and taking in how Allison, the bride, decorated the church when I see Keith in a grey suit and orange bow tie bounding towards me looking as happy as I have ever seen him.

 

“Hi friend!”

“Keith, why did you come out?”

“I saw you. You’re here! You drove six hours to get here. The fact that you are here is amazing!”

“I love you. I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

“I love you too. I am marrying the woman of my dreams today.”

            He had to get back to the front of the church. I love when my friends are happy. I thought about all the things that had to happen in order for me to be in this very spot. Keith found Camp Courage online, my extended family had moved out to Minnesota, and they suggested this place, Keith was a counselor when I was a camper, Keith and I had communicated for seven years over Skype, and he took a few random trips he made to Chicago which all led to this moment. Through my faith journey, I have decided not to believe in coincidences. Everything had been orchestrated by God. I said a little prayer of thanks and the wedding began.

            Allison had on a dress with a keyhole back and capped sleeves. The lace on the dress was stunning. She would not regret this dress ever; it was timeless. When they had their first kiss as husband and wife, Keith was given a step stool because Allison was two feet taller than him. The congregation all laughed at once. They ran down the aisle as a married couple. I was at the very back of the church and Keith squeezed my shoulder. Yeah, this was a lifelong friendship.

            At the reception instead of clinking glasses, you had to go up and ring a bell to get the couple to kiss. I couldn’t get to the table fast enough. I rang the bell, they kissed, and I started to turn around. Brian, another former camp counselor turned friend yelled, “Stop”! I stopped on a dime. The tablecloth got caught in my back wheel. For a split second, Brian, Keith, and Allison all went into “camp counselor mode” and told me exactly what to do. As soon as the moment was over, they instantly went to back to being wedding guests and I hadn’t dragged everything on their table to the floor.

            The night ended with a ton of dancing which I participated into the fullest extent.

            “Hannah, I am so glad you came. It was a long drive and I appreciate you making the trip,” Keith said.

         

       Reader, this summer, make the effort! Make the effort to see people and invest in them. In August, I am going to Minnesota for my annual trip. I’m going to cherish each moment with loved ones.

Sunday, June 30, 2024

A Wonderful Birthday

 Hey Everyone! Thank you for a wonderful birthday. It was filled with love and joy which I am so thankful for. My mailbox was filled with cards from you all which is my favorite part. If you sent a card, thank you. My kitchen table is covered in cards which isn't something that I take for granted.

This year, I'll complete my manuscript. I can't believe that I can actually say that. It's a crazy thing! Also, I'm looking for the right physical therapy clinic for walking. Right now, I'm trying the Zero Gravity track at MarianJoy. It's a harness attached to the ceiling. I could not fall if I tried which is nice. I've done the treadmill with it once. It's frustrating because the technology does not understand my dystonia versus me falling. It stops on its own thinking I need help from a therapist when I am fine. I'm going to give it some time. I'll post a video soon. Speaking of that, thank you for supporting me on Instagram and YouTube. 

You all mean the world to me! 

 

Hannah! 

Friday, May 31, 2024

Love the People. Hate the Problems

            Black. Every time my finger made contact with the screen, it turned black, and it would flicker like static on a TV made in the 90’s. My voice was malfunctioning. It’s a frightening sight to see the thing you depend on and what is an extension of yourself so broken. I had a presentation in 2 hours just to maximize the stress.

            On Saturday afternoons, I choose to not have a caregiver so I can have time to myself. 99.9% of the time this is wonderful. It gives me a little break from having someone around. This was the 0.1% that it’s less than wonderful. I had reached out to Jenny, my rep from the company via text explaining how much of a problem this was. She took two hours to respond because it was a Saturday. My rep was at the Botanic Gardens with her family. She made the generous decision to ask them to go home so she could help me. I was speaking at a place which was 45 minutes from my house, and I don’t know how far she had to drive from her house.

            Meanwhile, I texted my longtime friend and co-presenter, Kevin. This had never happened. Kevin said he would improvise until I arrived. When I did arrive, it was an interesting scene and that is putting it mildly. You know, better yet, I’ll start with the car ride there. Remember Olivia from the airport debacle? She was there for this show too.

            “How are we going to mount it on, Olivia?” I said referring to the fact that I need my device mounted on my chair.

            “I’m not above duct tape.” Olivia said.

            “Oh my God. How am I going to speak to these kids?” I asked.

            “Honestly, I don’t know but we will figure it out.”

            I nodded my head.

            In the parking lot, I saw Jenny. She had on a khaki skirt and a blouse.

            “That device is flickering. That’s crazy, Hannah!”

            Without using my communication device, I said, “Yeah, I know. Thank you…”

            “Of course! You have to be able to do your job not to mention communicate. I understand.”

            World’s best speech therapist.

            “Did you bring the mount?” Olivia asked.

            “I thought about that. My device has a mounting plate but transferring that thing is going to be difficult.”

            On the back of my device, there is a horseshoe shaped mount. That piece attaches to a little black square. It’s supposed to hold my device on no matter what. Needless to say, taking it off is like detaching a brick from a brick wall. It’s possible but not easy. Kevin came out and offered to help.

            “I think you need to hit the mount against the stone bench, or it’ll never come off.” Jenny said. We had made the bench our impromptu workstation.

            “Are you sure it won’t break anything?” Kevin asked.

            I nodded at Kevin as Jenny confirmed that it was the best option. It literally goes against every ounce of common sense. Typically, I don’t ask people to slam my equipment into stone but there’s a time and place for everything. Kevin hit it once and then again. It fell off. Eureka!

            “Screwdriver. We need a screwdriver.” Olivia announced like she was a surgeon asking for a scalpel.           

            “I brought one,” Jenny said.

            I felt helpless in that moment. Everyone had the physical ability to help besides me. It doesn’t feel great being the one that always needs help. I knew this trio did not mind and knew my worth. However, as I get older, these “adventures” become increasingly irritating instead of entertaining. Life’s hard enough. My communication device should just work!

            “Perfect.”

            Jenny and Olivia screwed everything in. Jenny even thought to download my voice. My “voice” is from AT&T and is not offered on my device unless it’s downloaded. This is annoying because users get attached to their voices.

            “OK. You’re set. I would stay and watch but I have babies at home.” Jenny said.

            “I’m so grateful that you came. It means the world.”

            “Of course.”

            The presentation did go well. I’m so grateful for Jenny. It’s just getting tiring to be dependent on technology because everything breaks, and my life is on hold until an able-bodied person can help. I love the people, but I hate the problems.

            “Olivia, you will be a speech therapist like Jenny. I know it!”

            “Thanks, I hope so.”

            “I know so.”

            The speech went well. I was at a retreat for middle school students so they weren’t too excited, but I can’t blame them. I never want to go through that again. I’m still waiting on my communication device to get repaired. I’m ready to have it back.

Happy June,

Hannah!

Scheduling a Bad Day

Little back story. For three years, I had been experiencing chronic pain in my right knee, right wrist, right shoulder, and sacrum. My rig...