On the morning of Oct 31st, I made an appointment at my doctor. He was out of town but the locum fit me in. She sent me for chest x-ray, blood work (including cultures) and whatnot. It would be days before she'd get the results. Sarah shuttled me around and helped me in and out complete with my walker.
My brother came over in the afternoon so his daughter, my beautiful niece, could show her halloween costume off. Being a ALS paramedic, he took one look at me and told me I could go willingly or the hard way, to the hospital. He hadn't seen me in a while and could see the down hill slide. He made a call and the chariots were sent.
Cam was at one of his football games when he received a concerned call from a neighbor wondered what had happened. Cam had no idea and spent the rest of the game worried.
My mom and Carlie met me at the hospital, along with Dwayne and Cam. Sarah quickly followed after work was cancelled. Pete set to work with the docs and nurses getting me into a bed and checked in. Because I had gone to a clinic for my x-rays and bloodwork, I had to re-do the entire thing. They added a CT scan to check for swelling and then waited. I was given numerous bags of fluid as well as pain meds.
Turned out I had bronchitis, the flu, a cold and all of this helped create severe dehydration. Jeepers!!
I was released late (with antibiotics and a puffer) and sent home to recover. If I'd left the hospital initially at 20% capacity, I was now at about 5% (dwayne's terminology). The 'dig out' is taking a while. I need to learn to rest. Kristin tells me it's mandatory that I look after myself. So difficult to accept.
