Guess what.......(sorry for all the typos I will obviously make)
if you have a sore throat...say for 10 days..
You should probably get it looked at by a doctor.
I didn't...
Until Yesterday (Saturday April 28)
My throat was so infected that it closed (See what it takes to shut me up)
So..The emergency room put me on a drip with some antibiotics.
They left the tube in my hand so that I could come back six hours later for another dose.
They took the IV approach because they said I need to accelerate the attack on the infection since I let it go so long ...
They wanted me to spend a couple of nights in the place too, but We had just erected this complicated scaffold over an empty indoor pool, on friday---
we took to steel IBeams and built a floating staircase that matched the shape of the ceiling, at the highest point you are a 35 foot drop to the pool bottom...used a ton of lumber...very nice...all because I couldn't get a mechanical sky jack through the doors into the pool bottom.
Anyway, we got that installed Friday, and Saturday and sunday were left for installing the drywall, taping priming.
so...a stay in the hospital was out of the question...
Ok...so the plan is that I am to come back at 6 P.M on Saturday to get a second bag of antibiotics...
At six P.M. I show up.
This time it is a male nurse...and I am sitting there talking to a painter friend in the room with me. The male nurse comes in and does a couple of things that are completely different from the day nurse.
First, she used this machine that pumped the bag of salene and antibiotics in me..
The second nurse, the male nurse, used no machine, he used gravity...but...here is the biggest difference.
Before he hooked the IV bag into the tube in my hand, he injected a needle full of stuff into the tube, and then hooked the bag up....
About 10 seconds later I said...
"something isn't right...I don't feel so good all of a sudden"
They (the nurse and my painter friend) helped me to the table to lie down....
The rest is third party information, as I don't recall any of it.
MY painter friend said I started to shake all over and my eyes rolled up so that only the whites were showing and my face colour was green, he said that several times, and as a painter, I'd say he's quick with colours...
so aparantly this nurse was a little new on the job, and freaked....
he started pounding on the help button..
Oh I forgot he was jamaican too....that's important...it adds to the whole mental picture of this if you visualize the jamaican accent.
Anyway, he jabbed another needle in my upper arm with benolyn or something like that...
That didn't do anything for me so another nurse brought in an epinephorin pin (I doubt I spelled that correctly)
Thing is I started to come out of it...
and here is what I saw..
My vision comes back and a guy in a green suit is standing over me with a big needle...
And I can't recall why I am there or what the hell is going on....
So this guy flips me on my side and jabs the pin in my thy....
Then they start asking me all kinds of questions, what's my name, where do I live, what's my son's birthday
it should have taken half an hour for this drip.
I was there for 2 hours with a blood pressure and glucose monitor and doctors coming in and out.
I was back up on the scaffold by 8:30 (they insisted I stay in the hospital)
so here it is on Sunday night...and I still managed to get the project completed so that the painter can paint tomorrow....
And I escaped yet another death attempt.
MY throat feels like crap and they gave me these huge horse pills to take every 6 hours
The bottom line is the guy gave me the full shot of antibiotics in one quick jolt with a needle, rather than mixing it with a bag so that my system would get it spread over 30 minutes...
kind of like getting all of the caffine from 100 cups of coffee sent directly to your blood...instantly... |
