Oh, Crap
Yesterday started with me feeling a bit under the weather. When the fever broke 100 I called was forced to call the drones for their advice. They asked some questions. They had me stand up quickly to see if it made me dizzy. They had me jump up and down and describe the feelings in my gut (a steel ball bouncing around the left side). Then they very calmly told me to get to the ER. No, you can’t wait two hours until you have a ride, but you really shouldn’t drive, literally because the innocents that would perish if I passed out on the Interstate. Since there are no innocents in San Diego, and I had no other reasonable options, I drove myself.
I ended up being there for eight hours, from 5 p.m. until 1 a.m. Nissantruck is still there since passing out and killing people isn’t nearly as serious as driving while high as a kite on two morphine hits.
I learned a new word: diverticulitis. I learned new sensations, especially when they pushed the iodine marker into my bloodstream for the final round of CT scans. I was reminded of the consequences of ignoring minor symptoms until the reach out and try and kill you. Not sure I learned a lesson there, but I always like to know the possible consequences.
There are a lot more details and some stories, and they might come out in the next few days, but for right now, I need to get back to bed.
Speedy recovery!
No shit “oh crap”.
Get better.
Yea…tell me about it. That blue thing on his head is Borghealth’s advanced ID system for tracking patients they see in radiology. It’s called a sticky note.
He makes a bad patient.
“I was reminded of the consequences of ignoring minor symptoms until the reach out and try and kill you.”
Again…he makes a bad patient.
Just to clarify, the blue sticky was not on my head the entire night. It was on the bed most of the time. We were getting a little punch drunk around midnight. Sorry for any confusion Mom.
Awww. sounds icky as hell.
Get better mister chuck!!!
Get better, Chuck! Spring is springing! (OK, maybe not quite in Maine yet.) Outdoor swimming awaits! (OK, maybe not quite in Maine yet.) Oh, just get better. Rob in Augusta
Holy crap! Sound like amazing amounts of not fun!
Take care mister!
dude. yikes! hope you get well really fast. xo