Coming at ya live from a Nepali hospital! JK, I busted outta that place and am enjoying my new found freedom from a coffee shop.
On September 13th my legs went paralyzed for about 30 minutes. I also passed out twice- it was a fun day. Happy birthday to my teammates Caleigh and Caitlin, my gift to you is my hospitalization, please enjoy!
So without further ado here’s a glimpse into hospitalization, Nepali style.
8:00 pm: enter a state of paralysis and pain. It’s fine, I’m fine, not scared at all.
8:58 pm: lie down in ER bed 11. Shoutout to Heather, my teammate/hospital escort, for getting me my lucky soccer number as a bed. If the hospital goes as well as my soccer career it’ll be nothing if not subpar!
9:15 pm: doctor visits.
9:33 pm: blood drawn through my hand. I get confused- aren’t you supposed to do that through my arm??
9:44 pm: consider that I may have a parasite. Apparently they don’t just make you poop your brains out.
9:57 pm: My lovely teammate, Heather, fills out my parent/gaurdian admission papers. She writes “friend” as her “relation to the patient” “I, friend, Heather Blumenfeld, of Lindsay Adams…” So glad they accepted that.
10:05 pm: Receive pain killer.
10:06 pm: See my best friends, Alex, Amaris, and Taylor, for 2 minutes. How lucky am to have friends that ignore requests to stay at home to come check on me?
10:28 pm: FaceTime my mother. She cries. I probably shouldn’t have called…
11:00 pm: Receive second pain killer. Decide that pain killer in Nepal is actually the equivalent of Advil.
11:16 pm: Bedtime.
September 14th
3:00 am: Nurse comes in to my room, turns on the lights, and tells me to sleep. Oh, okay, was I doing it wrong before you came in, ma’am?
6:00 am: Nurse comes in again. Turns on lights and checks my IV. Asks why I am not sleeping. I DON’T KNOW YOU TELL ME.
7:06 am: Rise and shine.
8:17 am: Hop in the shower. A warm shower. The comes from a faucet, not a bucket. It’s been 3 days since I last showered… I walked an average of 7 miles a day- do the sweat math.
8:37 am: Breakfast time! French toast and scrambled eggs? Yes, please.
8:48 am: Given 3rd “pain killer.”
9:06 am: Sit and feel sorry for myself.
9:45 am: Heather leaves the hospital- ministry time!
11:01 am: Neurologist comes to see me. Tells me I have to stay another night and get more tests. Nepali EEG and MRI? Sure, why not?
11:02 am: Get sad I don’t have a hot doctor. Come on, God, can’t you throw me a bone?
11:17 am: Get bitter that I can’t adventure this weekend. I was going to go bungee jumping.
11:36 am: Get stoked I can bend my legs and hold up my computer on my legs with minimal pain. It’s the little things.
11:37 am: Start researching cool things for my friends to do this weekend. If I can’t enjoy myself, they can!
12:16 pm: Eat lunch- egg fried rice and French fries. Why do people let me order my own food? Pat myself on the shoulder for downloading Gridiron Gang on Netflix. Fun (sad) fact: Netflix didn’t work in the hospital. Or spotify.
1:20 pm: Time for my EEG! Glue, glue everywhere. So much for having clean hair.
2:01 pm: Watch more Gridiron Gang. Debate if I will actually write this blog.
2:45 pm: Taylor and Amaris bring me ice cream and hugs. Praise Jesus for good friends that know I am an extrovert. Also, (mainly) they wanted to use my shower.
6:02 pm: Amaris and Taylor leave but fear not, the nurse has arrived! My blood pressure is low. K.
6:20 pm: Share the gospel with a new nurse that is giving me my next IV bag- third time’s a charm!
6:27 pm: Start figuring out the best way to share the gospel with a Hindu. She wants all the answers in the morning. This should be easy.
6:28 pm: Pray. Again.
7:15 pm: Write letter to Taylor’s sister. We’ve never met. I decide I’m creepy.
7:25 pm: Told that I need to get in an ambulance to go to a new place for an MRI. Um, what do you mean there’s not a machine at the hospital?
7:45 pm: In the ambulance. They turn the lights on. And the sirens. Dramatic much? Or are you not telling me what you think is wrong with me?
7:52 pm: Realize I am actually at an amusement park, not in an ambulance.
7:53 pm: Squad leader may vomit in the ambulance. Hopefully not on me.
7:54 pm: I may vomit. Probably on me.
8:00 pm: Arrive at MRI place. Slogan is “A disease known is half cured.” I guess they aren’t wrong.
8:09 pm: watch the Haryana Steelers play some weird sport called Pro Kabbadi. I can not tell you the purpose, so don’t ask.
8:22 pm: Start my MRI. Get way bummed because it didn’t sound like Santa’s Workshop (that’s what I remember them sounding like back home) but like a space battle. PEW PEW PEW.
9:00 pm: Back in the ambulance/amusement park.
10:06 pm: Receive sleeping pill.
11:30 pm: I yawn. Does the sleeping pill really work?!
PASSED OUT PRAISE JESUS
6:05 am: Nurse comes in and attaches my IV again.
7:17 am: Nurse attempts to wake me up. It’s a no from me.
8:45 am: Cleaning staff comes in and makes me wake up.
10:17 am: Realize this sucks and that’s okay. Shoutout to Maddie for the rad truth
10:44 am: Jackie realizes lice is in her hospital bed. Oh, that’s fine. I’m still fine.
11:23 am: Realize insurance is the bane of my existence. And different time zones.
12:37 pm: PT time.
1:19 pm: Get a little salty that I’m stuck in a hospital even though my scans are normal. Get salty that I’m salty.
2:30 pm: Try with insurance again. Still hate them.
3:07 pm: Walk to the first floor. It was the most exhausting thing I’ve done on the Race.
4:31 pm: Exchange my Passport for my freedom. Bust outta the hospital with insurance unresolved, but I’ll figure it out later!
