I slightly jammed my right thumb on Thanksgiving, and it began to hurt. On Friday, the pain was severe, but the thumb looked almost normal. I applied some triple antibiotic ointment and hoped the pain would go away.
Still not all that bad, but the continuing problem was that I kept hitting this right thumb and each time suffered excruciating pain. Monday morning:
It looked so ugly that I arranged with Dr. M's staff to be snuck in at 2:10 PM. I had to somehow cover the thumb to join a friend for lunch. I had no gauze or anything that was medically worthy, so used Kleenex held together by a bandage:
Yeah, enough is enough, but, one more time. The staff of Dr. M was horrified when they saw my thumb. This is what it looked like just before I saw him:
Medicine, published online in April, demonstrated the potential infection risk posed by the privacy curtains around hospital beds. In an initial survey, 95 percent of curtains in 30 rooms harbored VRE or MRSA. When the curtains were replaced, 92 percent became recontaminated within a week.There was thus a lot more than germy hands at play. And many of those in the waiting room had bad coughs.
The waiting room was very, very cold. Several people somehow had found sheets and blankets. Many were in wheelchairs There were around 35 people waiting. I innocently asked if there was a major situation like a sudden plague, for I don't remember so many awaiting emergency care. I thought it was remarkable that I was the only oriental person. I later learned that Queen's and any emergency room have this problem. Many Pacific Islanders have no other option but to use this service.On the plus side, there was an aquarium, the lighting was good enough for reading, there were two television sets and names kept getting called. However, triage meant that as long as more serious ailments arrived, I might never be seen. After two hours, it looked like the number in the room had increased. I also wondered what parking would cost. I'm now on page 34 with 62 pages to go.Then at 5:35 PM, a wait of a tolerable two hours, I was shown into a kind of operating room, which was not cold and had on Monday Night Football. I retold the story for the sixth time to someone who looked important. Then Dr, Blum, the hand guy, came in for the seventh telling. The story got better each time. Apparently my thumb condition was a lot worse than I thought, and I was fast tracked, for Dr. B wanted to keep me in the hospital overnight for observation and to intravenously feed antibiotics. The worry was that this infection could spread to other parts of my body. I, however, explained to him that three years ago my wife had been told by Dr. M to go to the Kuakini Hospital Emergency Room to check her oxygen level. For some reason they intravenously gave her an antibiotic, to which she was allergic, and was kept overnight as a precaution. She died five weeks later.So, he instead used Plan B by operating, taking off at least a square inch of skin. I could show you what my thumb looked like, but will spare you this grossness. A nurse taught me how to cleans the thumb in anti-biotic soap and apply a series of gauzes held in place by some tape. That's it! No ointments. Not sure if they said to do this several times a day or only once daily. They must have given me a piece of paper with instructions. I was provided the prescription for two antibiotics and also had to purchase an assortment of gauzes, tapes and antiseptic liquid soap. Oh, parking was free.
On the way home I stopped at Long's/CVC where one problem was that the line to pick-up your meds was at least 20 people long, with a line that hardly moved. At least in ER I could sit and wait. After an hour, I got home with everything. However, I wonder if I should call someone, for they had me take those two pills in the ER to start the process, and, while the large white one looked the same, the dark and light green capsule was red at the hospital. Life can be complicated.