Days 1497 - 1501

This is a single because I spent the week in the hospital.  We got up at 6:00 on Monday, did pet stuff, and left for the eye place.  We got there in plenty of time.  The surgery on my right eye went well.  The anesthesiologist knocked me completely out this time.

I went home and went to sleep just like last time.  I woke up 5.5 hours later.  That's when things went to shit.  I woke up with searing chest pain.  It felt like I'd been stabbed in the middle of the chest with a large spear.  I got up, sat in the easy chair and it was a little better.  I moved the the kitchen chair and the pain eventually went away.  I'm home free.

Not really.  The pain came back a couple of hours later.  It brought bouts of vomiting with it.  I took that for about an hour and a half before saying it's emergency room time.

It was between 7 and 8 when we got to the hospital.  Of course every felon in the city was there getting free medical care.  As a fat white guy with chest pain I got priority.  Into a room for a blood test and ECG.  After they decided I'm not going to die it's back to the standing room only waiting room.  I'm in agony.

I don't know how long I was out there.  They called at least a dozen people before they called my name again.  Then it was into a little room where they hooked me up and let me lay in pain.  Some time during the night they did a chest xray and a CAT scan.  They also moved me to a slightly larger room in the trauma area.  I spent the next day there.  At least the pain stopped by Tuesday morning.

Tuesday at midnight they finally got me into a real room.  They'd done a stress test and found nothing.  White count was elevated, so I had to stay 48 hours for a blood test.  I've got an ECG and IV connected to me.  They are coming in every 2 to 4 hours day and night to pester me.  To add to the fun I'm alternating sweats, chills, and normal body temperature.  I'm coughing my lungs out, something that started at least 3 weeks ago.  I haven't eaten since Sunday evening.  Food has no attraction to me.

The doctor comes in about 8 PM on Thursday.  The blood test is negative.  The blood count isn't quite back to normal, but it's down significantly and dropping.  He asks me if I want to go home.  Goddamn right I want to go home.  Except for two things.  It's clear he wants to keep me.  Second I feel like shit.  So I stay.

I wake up on Friday feeling pretty good.  Doctor shows up mid morning and cuts me loose.  We were gone about noon.  I'm still feeling good.  We go home where I have a much needed shower.  Four days in a sweat soaked bed has left me pretty stinky.

By the time I get out of the shower I'm not feeling well.  It's back in the car though to go to the eye doctor.  I need the exam that I missed on Tuesday.  It's sunny and 75.  By the time we get there I'm shivering.  Luckily there's a heavy sweatshirt in the back seat.  I put it on and sit in the waiting room  We were there quite awhile, but I'm drifting in and out so who cares.

The doctor says both eyes are fine.  We pick up drugs at CVS and go home.  I'm too sick to do anything but sit in the easy chair.  Walking to the bathroom and back is exhausting.  I've lost control of my asshole.  I shit myself.  Later there's shit leaking out of my asshole that I can't stop.  Fun times.

I finally go to bed after putting down a bed protector sheet.  I immediately start sweating.  It lasts most of the night.