I had been living in a nursing home that I had not-so-jokingly been referring to as Hell-crest Commons for months, with its’s evil nurse Ratched (Ahem, I mean Jillian) the nurse practitioner who was my primary provider and in charge of my care there.
After spending 5 months at Massachusetts General Hospital in 2014 I had learned that I had a severe and rare condition called Autoimmune Small Fiber Autonomic Polyneuropathy (Autonomic SFN) and would require IV fluids and tube feeds or TPN (IV nutrition) for the rest of my life.
Flash forward a year, I had spent three months at my local hospital for what started as a bowel obstruction and then just morphed into a whole bunch of other issues. During that hospitalization I just got so sick that there was no way I could just go home from there, so I had been transferred to Hell-crest Commons … Find Out What Happens Next