Within a Whisper of Angels
Sunday morning, one o'clock, extreme
pain,
upper left arm, I remember reading such
pain
might be related to the heart. I call
emergency services. They come.
An EKG shows no heart problem.
Thankfully.
After a fitful night without real sleep
I get up with a woozy head. In slow
motion
I do the thing I usually do, even
showering.
Then it happens, I fall. Rarely
falling and
always able to recover, this is new.
Again a nine one one call.
Skipping lunch, I rest. Late afternoon,
I fall again, I crawl to the phone
and again call the EMTs. They insist
I must now go to the hospital,
no time to put shoes on, siren blaring,
red lights shining and ambulance
speeding, I sense seriousness.
In emergency room a cadre of nurses
and other health workers prod, poke
and take vials of blood. Then to a
fifth
floor room with two walls of picture
windows over looking Vineyard Sound.
For five days the medical professionals
work
making magic, bottom line: a massive
chemical imbalance related to my
medicines.
I was not far from the end when I came
in.
My medicines are changed and the body
is put back to it's proper default
setting.
I'm told the room was that of
the multi-millionaire who gave millions
to build the wing. I wonder if, gods
forbid,
they thought my last days should be
with
this beautiful vista.
I leave the hospital for a
rehabilitation center.
I circled in red the room I was in.
Oh Jack, I’m so glad you’re out of the hospital and wiSh you speedy recovery to full strength. Barb b
ReplyDeleteSounds as though you are getting excellent care. Get well soon!
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