The lattter part of last year was all wahhhhh my shoulder hurts. Waaaahhhhh I might need surgery. Waaaahhhh it is going to hurt. Lets try physical therapy. Waaahhhh physical therapy hurts. Waaaahhhh it makes me tired, and takes up too much of my time. Waaaahhhh I don’t want surgery. Lets try a cortisone shot. Waaaahhhh it is going to hurt. Waaaaahhhh I know that it is going to hurt and I am still going to have to have surgery and that is going to hurt. Waaaa…….hey. It didn’t hurt. It feels good. Almost like new. Cool.
Then….Waaaahhhh my foot hurts. Waaaahhh I can’t walk on it. Waaaahhhh I don’t know what is going on. Waaaahhh the pain has moved to the bottom of my foot. Waaahhh I still can’t walk. Waaahhh when is this going to end? Waaahhhh now my leg hurts. Waaaahhhh no one is taking my pain seriously other than me. Wahh…….I would cry but I can’t breathe.
Hello Dr? I can’t walk from the parking lot to my store without sitting down for 10 minutes. Yes I know that I am overweight, but I have never had this happen before. And then there is this pain that I have been having since this morning in the upper lobe of my right lung. Do you think that I could be seen today? Immediately? Ok. See you as soon as I can.
What do you mean I am going to the hospital? Just what does “Extensive Pulmonary Embulisms” mean? Two? More than two? Just walk in? i don’t have to wait? Cool.
I spent the next 2 and 1/2 days in Harrisburg Hospital being taken care of by the nicest, most professional staff that I could have hoped for. Even when I got up in the middle of the first night and decided that I wanted to brush my teeth and freaked my nurse out because that caused my heart monitor to go ballistic. Sheila was very nice about me scaring the bejeesus out of her.
Now I am home, injecting myself with an anticoagulant twice a day. Rather, MLW is injecting me. She is being a trouper in that aspect. Hopefully we won’t have to do that anymore after this coming Monday when I find out what my coumadin levels are.
I did learn a couple of important things in the hospital. Your blood pressure can get above 200 without your head popping off. Mine got up to 210 over 102 one night. That got a few folks excited. And I also learned that you can find “Lost” fans everywhere. One of my PA’s and I talked about the upcoming season the first night I was there and couldn’t sleep. I have nothing but good things to say about Harrisburg Hospital and their staff. I certainly hope that I don’t have to go back, but if I do I know that I will be in very capable hands.