yes, "Hell" would be right.
Thursday made about a week and a half that I had been dealing with a pain in my back on the left side just under the shoulder blade and now, when I breath in deep, it's like a knife going in.
Some of you may recall that I have a history of bad Lyme disease including plenty of its bizarre symptoms and to be honest, it's made me into the kind of person who when most would sprint to an ER or at least make a doctor appt, I find myself sitting here saying, 'oh this is f'd up, wonder how long before it passes'. I know a lot of guys act similarly but I may be a little extra.
so Thursday it's getting ridiculous and because I just had heart surgery a couple of months ago (yes, also Lyme related) I figure I better go get looked at so I jump into my car and head for the hospital. My primary care doc knows I'm coming there and she'll meet with me for a look-see.
Now here's the wild card. I have something *very important* and pool related that is supposed to be delivered at my home and I don't know if a signature will be req'd. So, obviously, I need to get in and get right out of the doctor visit. With how insurance companies work these days, I figure that's gonna be do-able.
Yeah, right.
Blood tests, poking, prodding, OUCH, wth, spit, pee, now let's go for a long walk with the 02 meter on your finger. My o2 level bottoms out to 83, they stop the test and put me in a wheel chair heading directly for the ER. They think I may have a blood clot in my lung.
Obviously, they are unaware (or simply don't care) that what will prob be the centerpiece of my pool collection is scheduled for delivery TODAY. :angry:
Now I got iv's and wires and monitors and sensors and all that's really left to do is drape some garland, put a star on my head (better be a Star of David), and maybe shove a candy cane up..... do these ER people know about my UPS delivery?
It's getting to the point where I had better contact a loved one or two. This is a dilemna. If I don't call my sweetheart, I will get lumped up - been there, received that. I know she is working in Joisey and, because of the nature of the work, will not be able to run out.
If I call my son, he will def walk out of his midtown Manhattan office and be on the next train so I can't call him - or can I? Maybe he could check my porch first... :thumbup:
Nope, not calling him - I went with calling my girl as part of a self-preservation move. :yes: Done.
The ER folks do swabs, more blood draws, a few more pokes and prods then send me off to the CAT scan dept.
him: "Are you allergic to shellfish?"
me: "No, Are you gonna be serving stuffed shrimp?"
Actually, I am getting hungry, been there about 6 hours so far.
CAT scan done, back to ER, waiting for results. They decide to give me iv valium, it was in a gel like form and had to be 'pushed in' in my iv, that stuff burns!!!
Then after giving me that they tell me, you can't drive for 4 hours. I'm never getting my ups package. :crying:
I asked my orderly, "Angel", if they had any food there because I haven't eaten since breakfast and it's like 7pm. He said "I will prepare you a banquet feast". Yes! They already know I'm not allergic to shellfish. :smile:
Five minutes later he shows up with a tray. Best I can figure is I think I have a plate full of aardvark meat cubes in gravy with very rare Lillipution-sized broccoli florets and a small mound of sweet potatoes. I didn't know sweet potatos could be blond. These were.
So as I was eating the side cup of applesauce (instead) with a slice of brown bread still mostly in its plastic baggie because I am a germiphobe, the doctor comes over and says, good news, you don't have a blood clot. Whohoo!!!
He added, "and we now know what you do have. You have Coronavirus, your swab came back positive".
So it turns out I have Corona with Lyme. :thumbup: How about that?!?! I never heard of coronavirus before.
Still had to wait to drive, got home all wrung out, my package was on my front porch, all is well in the world. ish.
stay thirsty my friends. Oh wait, that's a different brand.
best,
brian kc
Thursday made about a week and a half that I had been dealing with a pain in my back on the left side just under the shoulder blade and now, when I breath in deep, it's like a knife going in.
Some of you may recall that I have a history of bad Lyme disease including plenty of its bizarre symptoms and to be honest, it's made me into the kind of person who when most would sprint to an ER or at least make a doctor appt, I find myself sitting here saying, 'oh this is f'd up, wonder how long before it passes'. I know a lot of guys act similarly but I may be a little extra.
so Thursday it's getting ridiculous and because I just had heart surgery a couple of months ago (yes, also Lyme related) I figure I better go get looked at so I jump into my car and head for the hospital. My primary care doc knows I'm coming there and she'll meet with me for a look-see.
Now here's the wild card. I have something *very important* and pool related that is supposed to be delivered at my home and I don't know if a signature will be req'd. So, obviously, I need to get in and get right out of the doctor visit. With how insurance companies work these days, I figure that's gonna be do-able.
Yeah, right.
Blood tests, poking, prodding, OUCH, wth, spit, pee, now let's go for a long walk with the 02 meter on your finger. My o2 level bottoms out to 83, they stop the test and put me in a wheel chair heading directly for the ER. They think I may have a blood clot in my lung.
Obviously, they are unaware (or simply don't care) that what will prob be the centerpiece of my pool collection is scheduled for delivery TODAY. :angry:
Now I got iv's and wires and monitors and sensors and all that's really left to do is drape some garland, put a star on my head (better be a Star of David), and maybe shove a candy cane up..... do these ER people know about my UPS delivery?
It's getting to the point where I had better contact a loved one or two. This is a dilemna. If I don't call my sweetheart, I will get lumped up - been there, received that. I know she is working in Joisey and, because of the nature of the work, will not be able to run out.
If I call my son, he will def walk out of his midtown Manhattan office and be on the next train so I can't call him - or can I? Maybe he could check my porch first... :thumbup:
Nope, not calling him - I went with calling my girl as part of a self-preservation move. :yes: Done.
The ER folks do swabs, more blood draws, a few more pokes and prods then send me off to the CAT scan dept.
him: "Are you allergic to shellfish?"
me: "No, Are you gonna be serving stuffed shrimp?"
Actually, I am getting hungry, been there about 6 hours so far.
CAT scan done, back to ER, waiting for results. They decide to give me iv valium, it was in a gel like form and had to be 'pushed in' in my iv, that stuff burns!!!
Then after giving me that they tell me, you can't drive for 4 hours. I'm never getting my ups package. :crying:
I asked my orderly, "Angel", if they had any food there because I haven't eaten since breakfast and it's like 7pm. He said "I will prepare you a banquet feast". Yes! They already know I'm not allergic to shellfish. :smile:
Five minutes later he shows up with a tray. Best I can figure is I think I have a plate full of aardvark meat cubes in gravy with very rare Lillipution-sized broccoli florets and a small mound of sweet potatoes. I didn't know sweet potatos could be blond. These were.
So as I was eating the side cup of applesauce (instead) with a slice of brown bread still mostly in its plastic baggie because I am a germiphobe, the doctor comes over and says, good news, you don't have a blood clot. Whohoo!!!
He added, "and we now know what you do have. You have Coronavirus, your swab came back positive".
So it turns out I have Corona with Lyme. :thumbup: How about that?!?! I never heard of coronavirus before.
Still had to wait to drive, got home all wrung out, my package was on my front porch, all is well in the world. ish.
stay thirsty my friends. Oh wait, that's a different brand.
best,
brian kc
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