I was in hospital last weekend.
Tight chest pain, dizziness and weird pain through out the left side of my body. It felt like the side of my face that got paralyzed was turning into melting wax.
I started to work and decided I couldn’t make it. So I took the doc’s advice and turned left instead of right. Ended up at the emergency room.
The good news is that I wasn’t having a stroke or a heart attack. The bad news is that I wasn’t having a stroke or a heart attack but I’m now on the hook for all the tests that told them whether I was having a stroke or a heart attack.
They kept me over night. I’m not fond of hospitals. Not fond of many doctors either. If you remember the War in Grenada. Reagan’s “Little” War. They sent in the marines to rescue some medical students . . . Rich kids who were too stupid to get into a real school. I mean they were so stupid that their rich parents couldn’t even pull strings to get them into a real school, so they paid huge fees to go to this butcher shop in Grenada so they could pull strings to get their dumb kids a license to practice medicine and become self supporting.
I mean these kids were so dumb that their parents could get a war declared but they couldn’t get them into a real medical school in America.
Every time I get a real stupid doctor, and they out number the good ones, I always ask them if they studied medicine in Grenada. I haven’t met any yet but I have met two went to med schools in the Caribbean. I asked to see other doctors.
So after wasting a night and a day in hospital where I was pretty much ignored I went home. My puppy was glad to see me. Odd thing was that she hadn’t defecated since I’d been gone and she had refused to play with her Kong. I thought she loved her Kong. I guess she only loves to tease me with the Kong. Maybe my puppy thinks I love the Kong.
I sleep in a single bed. I don’t usually move around much so I’m comfortable in one. My puppy is comfortable in one too except she doesn’t share and will seldom spend any time on the bed with me. When I lie down when I got home she jumped up and rested her head on my stomach and refused to move. She woke me once howling in her sleep but went right back to rest easy. I hope she wasn’t dreaming about me.
I went back to work that week. It was hard. I still feel badly.
On Friday they sent me to see more doctors. More EKG’s, more blood drawn, more tests, more physicals.
Theblood takers bugged me. The primary one commented on how young and tight my skin was then called over two others to see and touch me. It was embarrassing as well as making me feel put upon. I think they might have been trying to be complimentary but that is possibly just a hope. They also sent me to an endocrinologist. I don’t recall ever seeing one of those before. He was interesting, cautious but open with his instincts. They’re doing all sorts of tests and will let me know the results in a letter or a phone call and then set up a follow up appointment. They said I need more protein. They also said I’m still in remission. They also pulled me from the drug trial for some pretty obvious reasons. I asked if this meant they were revoking their six year life expectancy guarantee. He said something that made me laugh. “I see at least three times they’ve given up on you. It seems there’s no good reason you survived your second heart attack and with no treatment. I don’t think anyone would ever bet against you.”
They gave me another pill to take. I know take 11 in the morning and three at night. Lots of chemicals.
My puppy doesn’t care so long as she gets fed. I approve of her attitude.
I was in hospital last weekend.