I’ve been MIA most of this week. The Easter bunny left something other than chocolates and it required copious amounts of Claritin and some other meds. I’ve never had seasonal allergies before but this year must be a humdinger!
I had other things hit me this week and for about 24 hours I was sure I had a kidney stone. I don’t. However, I learned some stuff.
One irony is that the ER is the last place you want to go when you are sick. Locally the wait is 4 to 5 hours unless you are having a heart attack. My niece went for her kidney stone a few years back. She is a quiet person but she started rolling on the floor emitting obscenities (gentle ones). That action got her a morphine shot. Good to know.
Our hospital has specialty “wings” named for families. There is the cancer wing and the children’s wing. No wealthy person has sponsored the ER to upgrade it and make it more…um…pleasant. In this particular case I couldn’t sit without pain so I opted to first go to my chiropractor because I thought it might be a muscle sprain. (Yes, I like when it’s simple.) It wasn’t.
Then I had to wait to get into my primary care. By the time I got there the “crisis” period was over and I was starting to feel better. He ordered tests and gave me more potent painkillers in case it started up again when he wasn’t available. (Please note that both my cats and I only get sick on holidays and weekends.)
I’m good now except for the exhaustion. The older you get the more energy gets sucked out when you’re sick. I’m more than a quart low.
By the way we have no idea what the pain was from so that limits my bragging rights. Boogers.
Author’s note: I am OK now except for regaining my energy. I don’t do sick very well. I have to apologize to the beloved husband who was so good (he even cleaned the cat litter). Yet I yelled at him almost all the time because he couldn’t read my mind.