February

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May as well keep going, new cup of coffee.
     Long month, let's just go with that.  Had an appointment with my GP.  Tuesday Feb 15 I had a long day at work.  Skipped lunch, late appointment, round 6, didn't get to dinner beforehand.
     She was so alarmed by how I looked she called my Cardiologist.  I was without color, I looked and felt anemic. They double teamed me about getting myself into the E.R.  Of course I couldn't totally agree.  However I do what my cardio dude tells me to do.  They wanted me to go that night I said not possible.  Hospital where I wanted to go being a good fifty miles away.  Never mind that I had to talk to my sister and brother in law.
     Primarily, I told the Dr.s this.  "I need to go home, pay the house bills, or they will not be paid.  I will go to the E.R. tomorrow after I mail them."
     I was not looking forward to E.R.  Figured Thursday was soon enough before the holiday weekend, President's day, trust me it figures into the story.  I paid the bills, called my friend/manager and explained the situation.  Was on the road about 10 in the morning.  Hit the post office and went to the hospital.
     Ever been into an E.R., wish the answer for most was no.  As a patient, not in critical condition, or believing themselves to be, it is no fun.  You are put into what I call a curtain stall.  Wall Behind you, curtains on your right and left with other people.  Time passes most slowly and drearily.  Especially when there are no people waiting for you. 
     Generally you are examined, people passing by.  I was lucky enough to have a half delirious woman next to me.  Who upon learning my first name called everyone that name.  Quite often calling to me and asking to help here get her slippers on so she could leave.
     It is quite noisy, there is no t.v. but a hustle and bustle.  At some point some Dr.s come in, didn't all names.  Met a lot of them including gastroenterologist, nice woman.  We would meet again.
     Somehow Friday was born and I was no being moved into a place called E.R. Overflow 1.  a quieter hell.
     It has been over a year, my memory on the events is quite good, just not always certain about day and time.  Friday.....well I had a partial view of a clock, that didn't help.  More and more Dr.s came in.  I vaguely remember breakfast when another cardio dude came in.  Firstly he knew mine, that helped.  Was in contact, covering his patients as he was not on vacation, stubbornly I would only deal with my cardiologist who is not affiliated with the hospital anymore.  He's moved onto one in NYC.
     With my first bit of food in 24 hours having just been delivered, egg literally upon my fork halfway up to my mouth.  He wanted to run some tests, dont' remember the 1, except that I had to drinking an awful preparation for it.  I looked at him plainly and said,
"The only thing I want to know, mind you I've not eaten in a day, can I eat my breakfast!"
"I wouldn't recommend it." he said.
     I asked the gentleman that brought it to take it away.
     I'll spare the details, the prep was for a cat scan, checking for gut bleeding.  The prep was along the lines of a....er.....colon cleanse.  Ever have to take one of these in an E.R. Overflow room?  2 bathrooms.
i have reached my limit and must start my Saturday.   More tomorrow, or if it is gray enough later, maybe later.