Thursday, May 2, 2013
Close to Nowhere
Strange, puzzling case
For a couple of weeks now, editor Barry has laughed and said I was milking my illness for all it was worth in my column. Durn tooting! And after this past week, I deserve at least one more.
Monday afternoon last week, my poor body decided it had “had enough!” I tried to leave work via my car, but my poor body said, “nope” and off I went in an ambulance. Let me say here the Holly Springs Fire Department was there in a flash as first responders. I don’t know who the firemen were, but I do know that the one who kept his big warm hand on my shoulder to keep me from falling out of the chair was a huge comfort. I was the third at work to become seriously ill and I was so grateful to those guys for coming so quickly each time; especially my time.
I’ve never ridden in an ambulance before and it was kinda scary and the girl (OK, lady) taking care of me was so efficient, so nice and so comforting.
When we arrived at the ER (or ED, depending) at the Baptist Hospital in Oxford, they were waiting on me and I was whisked off into a room, tested, poked, scanned and prodded and within a couple of hours, it was decided I had a big abscess in my abdomen. Whisked off to a room – 245 – I was immediately pampered and petted and worried over, while I still was as sick at my stomach as I’d ever been.
The nurses, aides, staff, everyone on my wing of the second floor were as comforting as possible.
Notice I use the word comfort a lot. Comfort when you’re as sick as I was is very important. There is no possible way I could mention even a third of the kind folks who helped me so much and I don’t want to try, as I will leave someone vitally important out and I’d hate that. But Teresa, the weekend night RN, laughed when I said she’d be glad to be rid of me and she said, “Honey, I’d take you home with me!” And she sounded like she meant it. Millie, one of the very efficient housekeepers was about as sweet as possible, as well as the other girl whom I can’t remember her name even. But I can her smile!
After laproscopic surgery Wednesday, the nausea came back, but only because I was taking pain pills. One of my male nurses, Tony, figured out quickly enough that Phenergan, along with the pain pills, took care of that quickly.
With lots of help, I managed to live through Thursday and Friday and Saturday almost felt human again. Even better, I was able to eat again without the nausea. Seems like the abscess had been pressing on my poor ole stomach. That’s the going theory at any rate.
The surgeon, whom I’d never met before, Dr. Kirk, explained and explained things to me, in words I could understand, and told me several times that my medical condition was an oddity.
The last thing he said to me walking out the door after discharging me Monday was did I know I was really a zebra (strange and puzzling) case.
I’m so glad to have had such an awesome veterinarian!
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