I chose this Photo today, since it was taken five days after we got married back in 1969. Seems like only yesterday, but it was a long time ago. We have been through the thin and thick of things, always secure in our love for each other, and being best friends. This becomes especially pronounced when one of us is suddenly ILL. Far Guy knows I do not like hovering, yet he hovered very successfully late Sunday into Monday. He was never more than a holler away. I was stricken, and I do not say stricken lightly. Sunday we went to a local in the boonies church, they had a lovely picnic lunch and we enjoyed visiting with people that live west of us. People and former customers that we don't see very often. It was a fun day. I felt FINE.
I got a tickley throat Sunday afternoon, that progressed to a extremely sore throat, that began a cough, and a high temperature. By midnight I was sure I was near death, but Far Guy talked me into sleeping. I can be a bit over dramatic sometimes. A clinic visit would suffice, my temperature went higher, and I started having problems breathing. From the Clinic where I was in the very capable hands of an PA who I really like, he sent me to the ER, If I had felt better I would have been dragged there kicking and screaming. Especially since the PA said I would probably be admitted to the Hospital, and then he told me that DR. SHE DEVIL would be the admitting physician. I grabbed his hand, he said he was really sorry, he would go with me but he does not have admitting privileges. DR REALLY NICE LADY is in charge of the ER, yes I should be admitted, she can't be my admitting physician either, she is sympathetic...with my plight. She said "This is serious, you need medications that we can only give by IV."
Far Guy said he would stay, I am breathing better by this time, I have IV's going, antibiotics started, chest x rays, and many many vials of blood taken. When Far Guy left, his last words were, you can you do it. .. Yes..maybe. He had not eaten, he had not taken his 3 PM meds, Chance was home alone. It was after nine PM.
Could I face DR SHE DEVIL alone? She finally arrived way after ten PM. I had no weapons, she was unarmed this time, she only had a lousy clipboard. She is one super ugly woman, hairs coming out of her chin (Never been waxed), she does not bathe often, she is unkempt and not only a visual disgrace as a doctor, but her Father probably owned the Medical School that she went to and still had to pay off everyone to get her in. Far Guy's Mom had the first run in with her, she said "I can't believe that she is a real doctor." My run in with her, involved her wielding a scalpel in urgent care, she only removed the scalpel and her knee from my chest after the third time I screamed..and threatened to charge her with battery. Far Guy would not drive me to the Police Department that day.. or I would have filed charges against her. Instead I wrote letters, to no avail, she was informed of my letters of complaint and would speak with me at my convenience if I wished. Yah..like when hell freezes over. Or when she happens to be the Only Admitting Physician. I kept my answers short and to the point. She tried to be friendly.. lotza luck lady. Throughout the night, she ordered tests every hour on the hour, two different blood tests, another chest x ray, urine tests, sputum tests, and then I had to be weighed at preciously 4AM, go figure. No rest for the wicked or the weary. At this point I am not sure which one I am. I do know I have never had a headache like this before or a feeling that all my big bones are warm and glowing. I unhook myself, and saunter down the hall to the Nurses Station where I tell them I am obviously allergic to something they have given me. I am not too worried I am hooked up by telemetry to someone in this wonderful health care establishment and sooner or later someone is certain to notice me if I am rendered unconscious by their ineptitude. I make it back into bed, plug my IV crap back in, attempt to sleep, and doze for a second, and DR SHE DEVIL wants to listen to my chest. Talk about an Instant Nightmare. I tell her I am allergic to something. Well as it turned out they made a temporary diabetic out of me, a few shots of insulin and I was right as rain. But now I have a depleted my supply of Potassium. I received the maximum amount of Potassium that I could by IV, and had to have a different doctor OK my release from the hospital. You see she had written I could only be discharged if many criteria were met, I made them all..just a little short on potassium. So how many Bananas can I eat??
I am feeling much better, I see Far Guy's Doctor tomorrow afternoon. They are treating me for pneumonia, whatever meds I received were apparently the correct ones to have kicked this in the butt as fast as it has, I am taking Levaquin for ten days and Prednisone. Prednisone makes me a little strung out, and some of the dreams are really crazy..but as you all know I am a very vivid dreamer anyway..imagine greatly enhanced vivid dreaming! It is good to be home, where I can actually rest, and boy was Chance ever happy to see me! He checked on me periodically through out the night last night, he is a good nurse! And Far Guy, he does just great too! I couldn't ask for two better guys to help me recoup.
Thank you for your kind comments and well wishes, Far Guy got a few phone calls..people calling to see what was wrong with me. East Side did a great job accessing my blog yesterday, she is my daughter you know, the English Professor, our other daughter the RN is well advised and is optimistic that I will make a full recovery. I had lots of company, my parents, my brother, my nephew, my aunt and one of my cousins..I even knew the gal that brought my lunch tray:)