In case you're wondering, I was hospitalized two weeks after I posted this when my old medication tried to shut down my kidneys with creatinine(?) and it was 104, I had to walk a lot that day because I had flat tires and by nine pm I was is dire shape, falling and bruising myself and called the paramedics.
The EMT had the nerve to ask me if I wanted an ambulance ride at that point, even though I knew how much they cost and I just cussed at him and got in. At around 4 am and after a lot of testing, x-rays, an MRI! they wrapped me in a big rug and just knocked me out...I had a bad thing for needles and didn't understand what was going on either...but I awoke in Boise, Idaho in the ICU, in a rather narrow gurney with an IV in my wrist and a patient monitor that went off when I tried to turn to sleep, which I named 'Endora' because the alarm sorta of sounded like 'DURWOOD, DURWOOD'...I finally got them to turn the alarm off once I talked to them about keeping the IV safe.
They were less optimistic than my body... my renal functioning came back quickly, I didn't need special diets shortly afterward and I was walking the halls all day which quickly led to getting SHORTS
I got moved to a much nicer room near the nurses' station the last week and the staff were really nice to me. I read, got videos from the movie library there and watched sports and music programs. In two weeks I was released but had to go to a smaller hospital they owned to get my new medicines and insulin started as they switched me from pills (actually a good thing). I spent a little over two more weeks there...this was during the Summer Olympics and it bugged me that people would want to watch TBS instead of hometown hero Kristin Armstrong racing for cycling gold. I remember making a few friends I've never seen again and when an epileptic woman had a seizure on the grass by the cafeteria all I could do was yell for help STAT, and thank god for my loud mouth! She was okay and I was able to stay there and keep my eyes on her so that nothing bad happened while I was not there, I was the only one with her.
They wouldn't let me ride for at least a week after I got home. The queen bed that I almost got wedged beside with a heavy stand nearby was replaced with a twin/full and my house was cleaned up and neat (I got over that problem soon
) Eventually I got on Tempest again and that was a truly happy day.
And come to think of this, I asked my mom to help me get a ticket to the Blondie/Garbage concert with opener Exene and John Doe, formerly of X on July 14th...I just realized that day is the 5th anniversary of that terrible event...all the more reason to go and celebrate.