No such luck. They admitted me to the hospital “for observation”, not that anyone stood over me and observed anything. It was 4:30 before I could roll over to go to sleep in my fancy “designer” hospital gown. Maybe you’re familiar with these garments. If one were caught out in public in such, one would be arrested for indecent exposure! Cliff gathered up some things I felt I needed, and dropped them off around 4 a.m.
Asleep around 4:30, and 3 hours later I was greeted with a veritable parade of hospital personnel wanting blood pressure measurements, my temperature, more blood (I’m surprised I had any left), only a quarter ton of information, and what did I want for breakfast? To say I was angry would be to be putting it mildly. About the mildest thing I said was, “GO AWAY!” Even if they would let me, I couldn’t go home on Thursday. They were paving the road in front of my place! Nobody in or out!
Then I had a parade of doctors -- my own physician, my cardiologist, and my pulmonologist. I suppose that the best news I received was from the cardiologist when he said he doubted that the pain was caused by the heart. However, no one came up with a reason for the discomfort. And with that bit of news, my own doc, on Thursday afternoon, wrote up my release for the following morning - Friday.
Now there are three things one should know about hospitals: they are no place to rest, they are noisy, and if you really want to be left alone, push the call button.
I must say the nurses were wonderful. They were cheerful, understanding, and put up with my bad temper. And eventually they wore down my enmity. By late afternoon I was telling them jokes.
So here I am, back at the old homestead, and ready for the usual run of life. Let’s see what I have that’s funny.
I’d been having trouble for a while getting videos to load, so I’m not sure which I have posted. If you’ve seen any of these before, you’ll forgive me. Otherwise, enjoy.