One is sailing along; everyday life seems boring. What? What’s that pain right there in my abdomen? I fought off seeking medical follow-up for a week, good nurse that I am, until yesterday. I saw my primary care physician and was sent home. Only it got worse, and then a fever. So I’ve spent the evening from 5:30 until 12:30 in the local emergency room. CT scans, blood work,IV fluids, and finally turned loose to return home with the firm promise to take my antibiotics as prescribed, and see my primary doctor in a few days.
It’s amazing how you walk in to the ER fully functional, are escorted back to the inner sanctum, clothes stripped, and you’re given a standard issue gown, and put on a gurney. Immediately feeling like an invalid.
I was never so glad to walk into my home. I can take a little pain; just don’t make me stay at that hospital.