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Feb. 18th, 2006

I spent last night in the ER at our wee local hospital. Such fun :)
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I've had lower intestinal troubles for ages, so the fact that that was acting up again was no big deal. Suddenly having a temp. of 101.8 was a big deal. So I had Justin drive me to ER and leave me, no sense in him sitting about doing nothing and he hates hospitals.
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They drew blood, started an IV and had me drink a bunch of gunk to get me ready for a CT scan. There was concern that I might have diverticulitis, but I only have colitis of an infection type, not just irritated type - hense the temp. I'm on a clear liquid diet for today. I'm on antibiotics for the week.
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What was interesting were the stories happening in the other curtained off "rooms".
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The first part of the evening there was a lady next to me that poor advice from her family doctor had left her malnourished, and taking meds for high blood pressure when her BP wasn't high, and taking potassium when her potassium count was high. She was also dehydrated. I'm sure at one time she had needed those meds, but things weren't being kept a close watch on. The doctor told she and her husband that it was a good thing he had brought her in or she would have died. She was doing much better when she left to go to a bigger hospital in Springfield.
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Later, after I had my CT scan, family members brought in a 93 yr. old lady who had either senile dementia or Alsheimers. She was beligerant. Her daughter, son and granddaughter had to keep telling her not to hit them or not to bite them. The old woman kept saying she didn't want to be there, that she hoped they (her family members) would all die and go to hell. They kept reminding her that she had agreed to come to the hospital because she was having trouble breathing, but she didn't remember that. It wouldn't have been so sad had they been talking to a child, but they weren't. That was what it sounded like though.
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"No, Mom. Don't you try to hit me again." "Let the doctor listen to your breathing, Grandma." "Thery're only trying to help you breathe better, Mom. Settle down and let them help you breathe better."
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It was so sad.
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I worte a story just a while ago where Sam's father is musing on how life goes, and one of the things I wrote was how you start out needing to be cared for, then you give the care, then you end up being cared for again. The cycle of infant/child, adult, old person cared for like a child/infant. It was so strange after having written that so recently to hear it going on in that ER.
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Hopefully, I'm on the mend :)

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grey_wonderer
Feb. 18th, 2006 10:58 pm (UTC)
Do hope you are better soon and I'm glad it wasn't anything too serious. You do know you have the makings of a fiction here don't you? All of those overheard conversations in the hospital, maybe conversations overheard by one hobbit or another while waiting in the Houses of Healing or while recovering after the final battle or.....just thinking out loud is all.
Take care of yourself.
bam_a_lam
Feb. 19th, 2006 11:18 am (UTC)
Gah! Get better soon love. :(

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