Viral infection…
An actual medical diagnosis; or rather what I would like to call, someone didn’t show up for work today, I mean come on. For starters I’ve seen the guy at least once prior, maybe twice, at a different facility; at today’s visit I got all of a whopping two minutes with him. In those two minutes I wasn’t told what his official diagnosis was, just that I would get discharge paperwork from the nurse and that he was going to go write prescriptions for whatever I had. Then I was asked if I had any questions, well since you didn’t say anything, maybe what I have and what drugs you are writing prescriptions for; if you know what other medications I am on, and if they have any adverse reactions… I simply said no as I could tell he was pressed to get back to his break room and the coffee pot.
And so here I lay in my medical motel room, thank you lifelong for providing me this space to work on my health for 30 days. Still not feeling any better, but at this point two years in, I dread going to the hospital for any reason. Hence missing two appointments this week. I just don’t feel well enough to make the hour and a half commute to the hospital via bus, and since my truck is an hour away and I’m not supposed to drive I sleep. In fact that’s all I’ve done for the past three days. Sleep. Still have a fever, the dental extractions I had over a mo th ago that have “healed fine” still leaking pus. It’s a wonder I’m still alive.
So back to that hospital visit. I was sent to the emergency room with a fever of 99.8, and burning up to the touch, chest pain and lower abdominal pain. I arrived, and like the proper criminal I was frisked by security, makes me feel great to live in a world where I have to go through a metal detector at an emergency room, but only at night mind you. I was quickly tagged and made to sit for an hour and a half. Then called to go with two others to. Room that seemed staged. Here is where it gets interesting, nobody came to talk to me for 45 minutes, when they did, the guy hadn’t read anything in my chart. I was condescended then while the guy next to me was take. Away for a cat scan for something he ate, the guy with known heart issues who presented with chest pain, waited to go get x-rays of his lungs. Makes sense right?
So I’m supposed to follow up with my primary care a week later. Well I’m telling ya after two years of endless hospitals I’m kinda over it all. Shit my morning starts with seven pills, two nasal sprays, two inhalers, cough syrup as needed every four, a rescue inhaler as needed, and my day concludes with two more pills and two more inhalers. I’m so cool I have 15 doctors, four of them are primary care; and I’m only 35. Doesn’t get much better than this.
So for now a man and his dog lay in bed dozing in and out of sleep. Trying not to loose our minds as my side hurts and the popping and trickling sensation in my head get ever worse. Hey I’ve got the worlds best cuddle buddy so there’s that. Can’t go wrong with 40 pounds of fluffy husky pup pressed up against ya. Hopefully tonight we avoid the hospital, and tomorrow I have more energy. So for now I’ll try and ignore the chest pain, abdominal pain and the rest of this body’s insanity; and veg out to fallout four and overplayed pop music.
