Good Morning,
     It is Sunday and I have my coffee and a little time before going food shopping for the week.  Bright, Sunny and darned pleasant today already and it's only 8:20 in the morn.
     Let me back track just a moment because this is important to the end story.  The only Dr. in the ER overflow that I consistently saw I never officially met, barely saw.  The only thing I knew about him for sure was that he was of the Jewish faith and that was because of the Yarmulke he wore.  Just remember that okay.
     Drank my concoction which lived up to it's promise.  It tasted like a warm flat sprite that was bitter it never became coca cola.  At some point there was some sort of hazardous warning label on the bathroom nearest me.  Just imagine in a large ward trying to hold yourself together, while really having to.....Yeah you know.  Cannot count the trips.  They came for me with a wheel chair for the test.  The shift nurse promised to have some late lunch for me upon my return, oh sweet lass, my stomach would be forever grateful.
     After some long corridor rides we arrived at the cat scan lab.  Where I was greeted by a cheerful woman.  Who said I just needed to be taking 4 more mouthfuls of this stuff they had waiting.  I declined and informed her that we would be delaying because I needed one more trip to the bathroom.  Scared her unintentionally, by hoping out of the wheelchair, they like to put the feet rests up.  But I had to.  There is nothing really notable about that.  Toilet story time over.  Back to overflow room, wonderful nurse had lunch waiting on me. I ATE!
     The purpose was to look at my gut and let's say groin, they were increasing in size.  This would later be because of water retention.  One Dr. came back and said the test showed no abnormalities, fine.  The Cardio dude came back, looked concerned.  Told me in the morning we'd be doing a TEE test.  I knew that test.
     Basically they sedate you, put a camera down your throat to get some pictures of the heart.  Test is quick and painless.  Called my house to let them know I was staying.  A lot of "Why?" and "Whats taking so long?" questions were fielded.
     Saturday came.  The weekend holiday shift in the ER overflow was in effect.  The head nurse was an unhappy young lady.  I do wish to say that may just have been a bad weekend, rough time, I'm not sure.  She was extremely competent, just not really there.
     I went for an echo cardiogram.  They decided to hit me with a nuclear dye that I needed to sign a release for.  Why the Hell do they always do this when you're lying there and then surprised when you read the form!?  Was told about how rare the possibility of allergic reaction and stuff was.  But I was solid.  They called another Dr.  oops he'd also gone on vacation.  I'm probably missing parts here, but this happened a lot this visit.  Needless to say one was found, I signed the release, then relegated back to an emptier ER overflow.
      Upon arrival the head nurse told me the next time I went to the, can we just say loo for comedy sake?  Yes, because this is my blog thing-a-majig.  Then next time I went to the LOO i was to provide a stool sample.  I said why, she said because.  Never happened.
     At this time I went for the TEE test.  Cardiologist stand in came in and told me about valve failing and such.  Surgeon came in handed me a card, nice dude.  Let me say this.  Dr.s in Er's always seemed to have cards, I collected many.  I told everyone that I would be meeting with my cardiologist for advice.  I knew nothing was going to be done over a holiday weekend unless a dire emergency.  Also I will not be pressured.  Such as when the nice young lady came over recommending the colonoscopy, took her card to.  Though I may have covered that.
     Saturday night I was moved to an actual room.  Slept, ordered food.  Let me say this hospital actually has wonderful food for the rooms.  Not so much ER.  But then that says something I guess.  In any case Sunday broke open.
     I entertained a few shifts of nurses and had fun.  Digested the news that I needed a 4th OPH surgery.  Telling my family was not quite fun.   After all, I have the onus of being the strong one and they the weak ones.  The main highlight I can remember about Sunday is that someone asked me if I needed to wash and I said "HELL YES! PLEASE!" then a little calmer,"I've been in ER since Thursday and feel disgusting."  Thankfully I was given wash cloths soap and hit the bathroom.
     Monday I was feeling better when Dr. with the Yarmulke came in to see me.  He introduced himself and told me he was in the ER.  I said I remembered him.  Well he said..."Basically all the admitting Dr.s that saw me were off on vacation.  I wasn't sick.  He didn't see the point of me being well and staying in the hospital until their return.  And I could be released." I thanked him and called for a ride home.