You may have noticed I haven't been around much. Sporadic status updates on Facebook and nothing here on the blog since the beginning of the month.
Well, I've been sick. It started out as the flu, you know that dreaded man-flu thingy? Scratchy throat, cough, runny nose? Feels like death. Well, it quickly developed into something far more serious. I spent close to three weeks in bed barely able to lift my head from the pillow.
And I lost my hearing. Drove Mrs D nuts because she had to yell at me to be heard, sometimes two or three times before I understood what she was saying. This wasn't always a bad thing but don't let Mrs D know that.
As things got worse Mrs D too me to a clinic who advised taking me to the hospital, all against my wishes, of course. I just wanted to roll over and die. There they did some blood work, confirmed I had the flu, kept me for about five hours and sent me home.
But then the fun began. The blood work showed some sort of bug in my blood so I should come back to emergency and be admitted. As they examined me they diagnosed me with pneumonia. Oh, great. I had to wait overnight in emergency until they could find me a room and then I spent the next week in the hospital. IVs, blood tests, vitals...lots of fun. And when they weighed me? I'd lost close 20 pounds.
Of course everyone at the hospital had to shout at me because I could hardly hear them. I felt like I was about 80 and had forgotten to turn on my hearing-aid. If I was a lesser man I might develop a complex: "Why is everyone yelling at me?" Indeed on occasion I found myself yelling back and then catching myself, thinking: "hey, why am I yelling at them?"
One other thing about the hospital. If I hear the questions "do you have any pain?" and "when was your last bowel movement?" I'm gonna punch someone in the face.
But kudos to the doctors and nurses at the hospital who took great care of me, pumped me with drugs and antibiotics and got me better.
While it's not gone, I've seen the worst of the pneumonia now and I still need antibiotics for the blood disorder but that's as an outpatient...twice-a-day trips to the hospital.
I think I'm on the mend. I'm home. And no one asks me when my last bowel movement was.
Wow, wish I'd known about this!
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I'm just picturing though, the guys sitting around, watching the game, having a beer. When the topic of conversation becomes, so when's the last time you took a dump?
And just in case your hearing is still off, I'll shout the next part...
WHEN WAS YOUR LAST BOWEL MOVEMENT? DO YOU HAVE ANY PAIN? ANYWHERE? IN YOUR BOWELS? ARE THEY MOVING?
Get back up to par, my man, and feel well!
With feeling.
I'm glad you're feeling better, my friend. Take care of yourself. The Internet just isn't the same without you.
glad to hear you are on the mend.
And you've lost 20 pounds? That's just AWFUL.
I can totally relate to the nightmare it is, staying in the hospital. And for whatever reason it seems as though the SECOND you fall asleep, someone comes in and wakes you up to check your vitals, or take some blood.
"One other thing about the hospital. If I hear the questions "do you have any pain?" and "when was your last bowel movement?" I'm gonna punch someone in the face."
I HEAR THAT!
I am glad your back home and doing better.
Hang tough, my friend!
So illness is going round I guess. *smile*
No, I'm sorry to read about your health issues. And respiratory issues are the worst!
Now I"m gonna try to read your other posts while my PC is still acting "good."
heh heh