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larryfulkerson -> RE: Where is Larry? (6/22/2017 9:08:18 PM)
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ORIGINAL: sPzAbt653
YAY ! The cheerleaders are cheering for you. Get well soon !
I posted this on the development board and then thought maybe some of you guys might like
to read it too:
Let me make a short story long: Wednesday two weeks ago I got a ride into the VA Hospital's ER
because something was growing on the back of my right ear, like a cancer spot or something and
I had spent two weeks trying to get an appointment to get somebody to take a look at it and
finally one of the nurses answering the phone told me to present myself at the ER early in the
morning. So I walk into the ER and the check-in nurse asked me what my complaint was. I had
had ( yes, two had's ) a good look at the waiting room and it was significantly past half-full and
I was up to here waiting for somebody to just take a look at my ear so I thought I'd fight back.
I told her that I had had a chest pain but that it was gone now. Which is true. About a year and
a half ago I walked out in the Tucson heat to check the mail and had a momentary chest twinge. I
said this hoping that I would be "seen" faster. No sooner than I got sat down after check-in they
were calling my name so I was escorted to a smaller waiting room and she started to take my vitals and
was asking questions about three per minute and I never got a chance to tell her I just wanted
somebody to take a look at the back of my right ear. And when she got her EKG equipment hooked up
she paused a minute and told me to sit still, she'd be right back. She strided purposefully out the
door and was back 3 seconds later with a doctor in training ( which is what most of the VA doctors
are ) and he took a look at the tracing and decided something and nodded at the nurse and left. She
said that they wanted to keep me overnight, hooked to the EKG machine and hold still I'll get you a
hospital gown. My house is usually about 78 or 79 degrees, ambient, just because I'm an old geezer
and like it a little warm. Well, the hospital room was in the 60's so she brought me two blankets,
one for just the feet and one for top cover and I eventually discovered that the best way to get
warm is to pull the covers over your head and wrap your arms around your legs in a fetal position.
I was determined to catch up on all the sleep I'd been missing. With various interruptions for taking
vitals or re-spotting one of the terminals that had come loose on my chest the night passed
uneventfully.
The next day, after breakfast they gave me a nuclear heart test, took some MRI pictures
and then about lunch-time a doctor appeared in my door-way with the diagnosis that it was an episode
of "atypical ischimea" and that it was gone now and I'm as healthy as a horse and feel free to go
home when you're ready. He proscribed a blood pressure medicine, a tiny little white pill, twice a
day as a precaution. I haven't taken but one and that one made me see double and get lightheaded
when I stand up so I decided not to take it any more. Damn doctors.
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