I have gone to the hospital four times in the first four months of this year. Three of these visits were only to the emergency room, and one, when it turned out I had sepis stemming from an urinary tract infection, resulted in a week-long stay. Two had to do with my g-tube, and two were occasioned when my urine wasn’t draining through my catheter.
No matter how you parse the numbers, this is a sobering, even dubious, record, a lot of visits in not a lot of time. Indeed, it averages once a month. I have joked to friends that there should be a room reserved for me in the E.R.
It makes sense, then, that I’m struggling more and more with balancing what I call my “medical life” and my “social life.” My medical life include these visits to the hospital as well as various doctor appointments, therapy sessions, having to be turned every 2-3 hours when I’m in bed and to be given water and medications through my g-tube at certain times throughout the day and night and other such things directly pertaining to my body and health. My social life includes just about everything else and pertains, one might say, to or more to my mind and likely my soul.
As I get more and more active, staying up longer in my chair and going out more and doing more things like posting here after 2 years, my medical life feels more and more of a bother, intruding on my social life. Increasingly, I feel I’m balancing these 2 lives I have, and, increasingly, it’s a real trick.