I sometimes feel like I belong in an episode of “Laurel and Hardy.” Maybe one of the scenes where Stan repeatedly bangs Ollie
in the head with a piece of lumber or a pipe by accident.
I misplaced my blood pressure cuff a couple of weeks ago and
had gotten tired of borrowing my wife’s. I was pretty sure it’s around my desk
somewhere, so I decided to look in the back of some of the drawers; they’re
pretty deep. One of the drawers is blocked by a piece of furniture and will
only open halfway, so I stuck my hand in and started pulling stuff out. I
immediately spilled a couple of dozen index cards on the floor which I followed
up by dumping an entire box of 60 individual band-aids on the floor as well.
Turning in my swivel chair to take a look at where they had fallen, the back of
the chair knocked over an oxygen canister and its trolley. Picking up the
canister, my elbow knocked over an open jar of dry-roasted peanuts. I still
haven’t found the blood pressure cuff and there are 6 drawers to go.
I just returned home Thursday afternoon after another stay
in the hospital. This time it was only four days. Last Saturday night I fell
asleep in my recliner. Sunday morning my right hip felt like someone had
stabbed it with a rusty knife. I could barely stand up. I moved to my swivel
chair…bad idea. It hurt too bad to get out of the chair. It took me over an
hour to get out of the chair with my wife’s help. Limping to the kitchen, I
realized that I was getting light-headed, almost ready to pass out and I felt
like I’d been run over. Something was dramatically wrong, but stubborn me
refused to let anyone take me to the ER. I was scheduled to have my first chemo
treatment in three months the next morning and it had already been delayed at
least three times, maybe four, I’ve lost count. In every case, I got sick and
ended up in the hospital the day before the chemo and I was not going to let it
happen again!
I was light-headed, which usually means my blood sugar
level is going low. I checked it and it was normal, but I ate a couple of pieces
of hard candy just in case it was dropping. Checking my blood pressure
(with my wife’s cuff) I kept getting error messages. When it did give a
reading, they were dramatically low. With a heavy sigh, I reluctantly let my
wife call the ambulance for a ride to the ER.
I was diagnosed with pneumonia and possibly dehydration.
My blood chemistry was seriously gone to pot and I was admitted after the
requisite four hour wait on an uncomfortable cot. Four days later, full of
steroids and antibiotics, I was released feeling 100% better. I’ve rescheduled
my chemo with Dr. Whoosh for three weeks from today. I hope I can make it this
time!
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