This Is Where The Title Goes

 I couldn’t think of a title so there you have it. I had mentioned about reposting my blog that I “unpublished” shortly after wrapping up my therapy sessions. I still have all of it here at blogger.com. I also have most all of it on paper in a physical notebook that has quite a bit of dust on it. I was looking over some of the comments people had left on various posts. Some were kind, many were quite mean. I did find that the Wayback Machine captured many pages of my blog over the years. If you are interested about my experience with Mr. P. and his friend Paul you can find quite a bit there, you just have to dig around.

I will have to resume my story from my previous post soon so I can get out of the E.R. But, not today.

Off To The Emergency Room

 I see I have been gone again for several months. After reviewing my previous post I was in an ambulance on my way to the hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital I was unloaded and wheeled to the ER. I have always wondered why they call it the Emergency Room since it is not one room, but many small rooms within an area of the hospital. As I was wheeled into one of the small rooms in the ER I noticed several homeless people sleeping in chairs or on the floor in the hallways of the ER. Once tucked away in my room I was greeted by a nurse who gathered more information from me and my reason for coming to the ER. I was hooked up to the monitoring equipment and an IV was placed for any needed medication. X-rays were taken of my abdomen and blood drawn for tests to help determine why I was sick.

After awhile a doctor came in to let me know some of the results from the blood tests informing me my white cell count was through the roof and my body was fiercely fighting something. My blood glucose level was also through the roof along with my liver enzymes far from normal. The ER was quite different on this visit compared to my visit five months earlier in 2020. The COVID-19 pandemic had not begun back then and very few doctors and nurses wore masks at that time. This visit the doctor was wearing a mask similar to this one, but I don’t think he had the face shield.

About 15 minutes after my conversation with the doctor, the results from my X-rays came in. A nurse entered my room and asked one simple question without telling me what the X-rays showed. She point blank asked, “Are you a heavy drinker?”

To be continued…