Newscoma Spends The Day In The Emergency Room
Wheee!!!! And there was even morphine.
Well, campers, I told you I’ve been stressed. This morning I woke up and felt weird. I had woken up in the middle of the night and my left side was killing me. I attributed it to Mabel hogging the bed as she likes to get under the covers with her head on the pillow. Seriously, she does this.
So I wandered about the house in my pre-coffee daze and tried to pick up my coffee with my left hand and I almost dropped the damn thing. And my chest was killing me.
For about two hours, I got on the computer, you know the drill. It didn’t hurt unless I tried to lift my arm.
Let’s just say I got a bit nervous. After a conversation with the Rodent Queen, we decided a trip to the doctor was in order so we loaded my hiney in the car and off we went. I felt like dead road kill. I walked into the clinic, saw the doc and he asked me what was going on.
“My left arm hurts and I feel like crap.” He checked my pulse, said I had an irregular heartbeat and let’s just say it was “Whoooshhhh.”
I was in the emergency room within ten minutes.
So the drill is this. They did five hours worth of tests. I was disconcerted to say the least. EKGs, oxygen, fussing.
Lots of fussing. I don’t want to be a fuss. I wanted to go do something else. I was going to a cool Christmas party tonight. I had pictures to go take. I had battles to go fight.
I don’t like being a fuss
Now guys, I hate the hospital. I had to pee. Squirrel Queen was finally allowed to come to the back and we waited. Then we waited some more. They gave me morphine which made things not hurt and everyone was pretty. My buddy, Rick, who is a paramedic came in and told me jokes but I kept noticing he was eyeing Hal (yes I call that machine they hooked me into Hal) and looking at SQ. It felt like five hundred people saw me naked. People pushed on my chest and I yelped like a five-year-old. They took blood. They took X-Rays. All I saw was bills that I’m going to have to pay then my heart rate would go through the roof. I saw sick people being brought in and I kept thinking to myself that I was making a big deal out of nothing.
My brain was screaming “These people are sick! I’m not sick! This is stupid!” Then I got into bad patient mode and wanted to leave. I still had to pee and I was put on some sort of cables that went directly into Hal and I couldn’t move. I was hungry. I was also a little bit scared by the fuss.
So I took some pictures to pass the time.
Always Place Your Water On Top Of The Infectious Waste Bin. Yes, that's my cup.
Rate Your Pain
They named this after me?
The doctor finally came back and said I had a severe case of bronchitis (again) and I didn’t even know it because I’ve been so busy and stressed. He also said that I had pulled some chest muscles coughing and that it was under and around my left side. He also told me he wants me to go see a cardiologist about the irregular heartbeat which he didn’t perceive to be a huge problem but he wanted it checked out anyway.
So I’m on some of the strongest cough syrup of my life and headed to more doctors’ appointments.
I made you guys some art while I was waiting to be discharged.
Art From The Emergency Room
I have to tell you. Smelling roses sounds good right now. I just wish they didn’t make me sneeze.
Yeah, life changes and all. I get it.
UPDATE: This is so wonderful from Lee. Just wonderful.
Zoiks! And I thought I was having a bad day with my car. Will be sending prayers your way. Take care of yourself.
‘Coma, I hate that you had to spend the day in the ER, but I’m glad it wasn’t something worse. Get better soon.
And get thee to a cardiologist, STAT!
(I love the “infectious waste” picture. That’s morbidly hilarious.)
Yikes, I know you’ve been down lately, but I had no idea.
I am glad I am not the only one that does random things to pass time in hospitals! the pics were hilarious!
FEEL BETTER SOON!
Im glad 1) You’re fine, and 2) You got you some morphine! Sweet!
I hope you take this the right way:
WOO-HOO! BRONCHITIS!
Golly, ‘Coma, if you were in Nashville I’d bring you some chicken soup (very soothing to sore chests) but you’re not, and I’m not there. Imaginary chicken soup headed your way, though.
Yes, we’re all glad it’s not more serious, but jeez it still sucks big time! So I hope you’re feeling better soon! Stress management, stress management!
xoxoxoxox
Good grief! You scared the daylights outta me. I was worried it was something much worse! Not that this isn’t bad, buy yanno.
Take care sweetie. Rest. Hugs.
Oh gosh, that’s no good. I’m glad you were able to keep your sense of humor in all this, but I hope you get to feeling better soon.
‘Coma, I’m glad you’re OK, now get better and then get down here, drag SQ and Mabel, for some serious vegetating. I enjoy feeding people and there’s a spare room and wi-fi.
Seriously, sometimes I hate being so far away from the people I’d most like to drown in chicken soup and cookies. (umm I show affection through food, in case that wasn’t obvious)
Whoa girl!! I am glad this has a happy ending…hahaha, incredibly painful bronchitis=happy ending. I hope you will now take a few days on the sofa!!
I kept reading & reading thinking that something terribly worse that what it is happened to you. I had to keep reminding myself “hey, she actually wrote this, the chick is still alive. sheesh!” I was worried. Stop doing that!
Are you still sucking on the You-Know-What Stix? If so, what can we do to convince you to stop?
I can ask this cause it was a bad case of the Bronchii that made me stop smoking two years ago. I’m the most annoying, self-righteous ex smoker there is.
Yikes, you need to warn the needle phobic about that picture!
I hope that you feel better soon and let people take care of you so that you get better.
Take care of yourself, really I mean it this time. I’m not just saying it. Let me know what I can do to help. Hang out, hang in and hang on, chick.
[...] just want to thank everyone for their kind sentiments last night regarding my ER visit. At times when I feel like I’m in this big world all by myself, it has been proven to me [...]
Coma! Hope you’re well soon – take some time for getting better!
Wow, that’s quite an adventure. I’m glad you’re ok though but you gotta take care of yourself!
Xanax. Everyday one four times a day. And blogging…oy.
When I started blogging 3 years ago, I was a lot healthier. Stress really does kill.
Come on up and I’ll take care of you and yours for a few days and that bronchitis will be gone in no time.
nm–Feel free to bring chicken soup when I’m sick. I’m on West End…a lot closer.
yeesh, girl. glad you are out of the ER and the horse pistol (as i like to call it)
please take good care of yourself. please.
so no to stress, yes to xanax and sure hope your thoughts are lighter and your lungs be healthy.
best thoughts to you, Trace.
Jeez, Trace. I’m glad it was “just” bronchitis, but jeez.
Take care of yourself. Squirrelly, make her take care of herself. Jeez.