The Top of My Hospital
We are approaching the end of a week.
Thankfully.
This week has been just chock full of exciting things.
I have been visiting my local hospital so often it is beginning to feel downright homey.
View from My Hospital’s Parking Lot
I am also feeling popular, kindly and easily approachable..
Every time I go in for a test I meet some old fella (well maybe about my age) who immediately starts talking and tells me his whole life story including all current anatomical deficiencies. It is more than I wish to know of course but I lend a sympathetic ear and nod and ooh and ahh in the right places.
I know you would like to hear why I have been visiting the hospital so often. And since the hospital buddies/admirers never ask about MY reasons for being there, you are the unfortunate recipients of this sad tale of woe.
It all started with a swollen foot. I think I told you about that about two weeks ago.
It ended with a tooth extraction.
And the swollen foot is still swollen.
I am finding it difficult to sort this all out too. But here is an attempt.
I did go to my primary doctor about the foot.
“Should I baby it Doctor?” “Or should I walk through it and exercise it away?”
“I won’t know that until I know what caused it,” said he.
And he promptly scheduled:
- A blood test to rule out gout. Nope, no gout.
- An Echocardiogram to rule out heart. Nope, heart’s just fine.
- A sonogram to rule out a clot. Nope, no clot.
- An X-ray to rule out a break or fracture. Nope, no breaks or fractures.
None of these appointments could be scheduled on the same day – hence, the multiple hospital visits and the ever growing number of male acquaintances and their autobiographies.
About this time a back molar tooth (mine) became sensitive to pressure!
Then it began to really hurt non-stop.
That meant a trip to the dentist who said it was a bad tooth and had to come out ASAP. He referred me to a tooth pulling specialist with a fancy name like Oral Maxillofacial Surgery.
And so yesterday I had an extraction there. That means they yanked the offensive tooth right out!
I will not beleaguer you with details about that horror-fying experience, but the extractor person accomplished the deed in 30 minutes. Fortunately, Bill went along for the ride and was there to catch me as I staggered out. He was my life-saver-hero who literally let me cry on his shoulder! That was yesterday and when the shakes wore off there was no pain and no pain since.
Note: Next time I will request total anesthesia, gas, PUT ME OUT COLD PLEASE!
That brings me back to the swollen foot which is still swollen!
Now the doctor is talking about a possible MRI for the foot – not the tooth.
And while I wait, Bill purchased a glamorous set of hotpink and black lace-up, sturdy, walking shoes for me. Ahh, I know it’s not a fur coat or diamonds, but I am hero worshipping anyway.
Bill Got Me Some New Shoes!
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