V-Day at the ER
Monday, February 14th, 2005 10:48 pmIt's a shame I couldn't bring myself to call 911 over the weekend, really, as I'm sure I had a fever then (even though my normal temp. is below normal anyway). If I had had a fever and a cough, I would have gotten to wear one of those nifty little masks.
Eh, after feeling oogie for so long, it was just a little bit of blood in the mucus that made me dial the three digits; and even then I waited a while before I could make myself do it. Since the ambulance drove me out of the state, my flavor of Medicaid would not even get me a ride home. After a few calls on the cell phone (with depleted battery), I arranged a ride with a friend I really had not wanted to bother--and I had not wanted to bother her even before I remembered the friend does not see well at night. And, since the hospital was not in my state, there was nobody there who could give me good advice on how to deal with social services where I live (or if there was somebody who had good advice, they left for home well before I did).
Not my most memorable V-Day ever (that would be the one where I spent several hours trying to talk someone out of suicide). But with wayy too many hours spent in the hospital, not the most fun one I've ever had either. Though I did get to talk to a nun (a Catholic hospital), which was nifty.
Now I have to figure how in the heck I'm getting to the pharmacy tomorrow, since walking 2.5 miles does not seem at all wise.
Oh, the diagnosis? Eh, bad bronchitis. No surprise there.
My blood pressure's high enough right now that I'm not in danger of passing out, so I guess I need to find something to eat. Mmm... peanut butter.
Eh, after feeling oogie for so long, it was just a little bit of blood in the mucus that made me dial the three digits; and even then I waited a while before I could make myself do it. Since the ambulance drove me out of the state, my flavor of Medicaid would not even get me a ride home. After a few calls on the cell phone (with depleted battery), I arranged a ride with a friend I really had not wanted to bother--and I had not wanted to bother her even before I remembered the friend does not see well at night. And, since the hospital was not in my state, there was nobody there who could give me good advice on how to deal with social services where I live (or if there was somebody who had good advice, they left for home well before I did).
Not my most memorable V-Day ever (that would be the one where I spent several hours trying to talk someone out of suicide). But with wayy too many hours spent in the hospital, not the most fun one I've ever had either. Though I did get to talk to a nun (a Catholic hospital), which was nifty.
Now I have to figure how in the heck I'm getting to the pharmacy tomorrow, since walking 2.5 miles does not seem at all wise.
Oh, the diagnosis? Eh, bad bronchitis. No surprise there.
My blood pressure's high enough right now that I'm not in danger of passing out, so I guess I need to find something to eat. Mmm... peanut butter.
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