Sorry for my absence...Was REAL SICK!

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Hi all:

Here's a post I wrote a few days ago in my blog, with a few minor changes, so

that you all know what I've been up to, or down with.

Well, it’ll be a long time before I visit one particular burger joint again…

Now begins my story.

This is called Don’t Let This Happen To You…

Election Day started out in a normal way. I had already voted, and I was bumming

around the house, preparing to go to work that afternoon. I decided around

2 PM. to eat some lunch. I was starving. I got a burger from a local burger

joint and headed home again. I ate lunch and was quite pleased with myself.

I was getting ready to leave for work a few minutes later when it happened.

I’ll spare you the details, but it was awful. It was so awful, and I was so

weak, that I had to call a crew to come get me. This not even an hour after

the symptoms began. I was in so much pain that I feared I would pass out, hence

my reason for calling in said crew.

The crew, of course, gave me a hard time about my service dog, much to my

dismay, but I was in too much pain to deal with them as I should have done. I

get to the hospital, and we’ll just say I was sick as a dog. I saw a doctor

relatively quickly and he said you have a gastrointestinal upset. I’ll give

you some prescriptions, one of pain and one for nausea. A GI upset? Gee, ya

don’t say? I’m just a medic, and I could have told you that. I went home and

a friend offered to go get my scripts. Of course, I didn’t get better. The

pain med didn’t help, and the nausea med didn’t help. The reason they didn't

help was quite simple: I couldn't keep either one down. In short, I was sick in

more than one way and I was getting weaker and more dehydrated as the night wore

on.

Finally, my dad came over and agreed to take me back to the hospital. This time,

I was determined that they would not just fluff me off and say I

had a GI upset and send me home. They would give me some real meds to help with

the pain and meds to help with the other very messy symptoms. We got to

the hospital at midnight and didn’t leave until four AM. It was awful. They

did give me a med for the nausea, they gave me a liter of fluids, and blessed

relief, a shot of Morphine. After the blood work, urine sample and CT scan, I

received yet another shot of Morphine. Then, my IV infiltrated my arm, which

is to say, it came out of the vein, and the fluid went into the tissues of my

arm. That hurt!!!!! My arm swelled to the size of a small tree trunk, but

finally, finally, I was allowed to go home…

I went home and slept for four hours, then, I got up and called a friend. I’ve

been on a diet of clear liquids and bland food since I got home and if I don’t

eat some

real food soon I’ll eat my own arm! I’m starving!

--

Dodge

" If a man does not keep pace with his companions perhaps it is

because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music he

hears, however measured or far away. " --Henry Thoreau

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