carbonated joy

I’ve never been so happy to wake up in my own sweat.

We have been discharged!!

They didn’t have to tell us twice.

It was time, I was getting pretty gamey.

For those of you fine folks who want some answers, we know more about what it is not than what it is.

Due to a barrage of tests they ruled out the flu, pneumonia, and about 125 other bacterial bad boys.

It seems likely that I came in contact with someone with an infection and my body reacted in a most unfriendly manner. It could be sepsis, which could have been life threatening.

I was pumped up with enough antibiotics to sucker punch any virus villain.

I was given two units of someone else’s blood.

I’m forever grateful for blood donors.

I’ve done it before and I will do it again.

I’m pretty sure nobody wants my blood right now.

But, thanks to someone willing to share their O positive I’m feeling so much better.

My hemoglobin got better.

My white blood cell count was good.

They sent us home.

I challenged the dearly discharged older lady in the wheelchair next to me to a race.

She acted like she couldn’t hear me.

Maybe she wasn’t acting.

Now we are home and I ponder some stuff…

Taco Bell is better than hospital food…hello Chalupa!

Speaking of which…

The combo platter of hospital food and hospital toilet paper is just really cruel!

I don’t know if it’s a lunar thing, but it seems that 3:40 am is the optimum time for taking blood.

I had a nurse that I had a hard time understanding. At one point, she asked me if I passed gas, I totally thought she asked me if I loved God.

Fortunately the answer to both questions is the same!