HOSPITAL STAY FROM HELL

[Recent exchange on Facebook]

SUE: Why were you back in hospital Bill?

BILL: Sue. After my last blog entry — Tales From Heart Land — I decided to try to stop boring people (and myself?) with details of my health issues and medical misadventures.

So, while I can provide more details in private, let me just say here that things suddenly went seriously out of whack and it looked like I might finally be experiencing the serious system failure (kidneys) of which the possibility (probability?) hangs over my head like whatchamacallit’s famous sword.

I was already somewhat out of control at home when my doctor got my latest lab results. He called me in, informed me that a key number had suddenly shot through the roof and sent me directly to hospital to be admitted on an emergency basis.

By the time I got there my usually reliable blood pressure was sooo low, a doctor later confessed they were making bets as to whether I’d even make it in through the Emergency door. I BARELY did.

After two nights and two days in an Emergency treatment room [in a curtained-off cubicle] with about a dozen others, a [private hospital] room finally became available and about two days later I was well enough to go home.

I have to say that even after recovering from two heart attacks in ICU, this recent stay was THE MOST HELLISH time I’ve ever spent in hospital.

Some days I’m tempted to write at least a lengthy blog item — Echoes From Hallucinatory Hallways — if not a whole book, on just those couple of weeks. But the kidneys are hanging in there, my infection has been cured, I’ve been re-hydrated and though weak as hell, I AM improving.
Ooops. Forget about getting the details in private. The storyteller in me has me spilling most of the details here after all. Well, at least I can say that you, my friend, asked. (warm smile) BTW, would love to have coffee with you anywhere anytime. {{{Sue}}}

p.s. One of the worst experiences at home was collapsing (a second time) WITHOUT passing out in the process. I would have preferred blankness rather than being sort of aware of everything but totally helpless as I collapsed and even manged to bump the back of my head on the way down.

As I say, it was NOT a fun experience and you can perhaps see why I was so happy to be able to walk out of the hospital on my own two feet, and feeling MUCH better.