Once upon a time, every pill had to be a different size, shape, or color from any other. If somebody showed up in the ER – or the police station – with pills in their possession, it was easy to figure out what those pills where.
Now, in an effort to avoid artificial colors, most pills seem to be white. I take three pills in the morning, each for a different condition. Can you tell them apart? Neither can I.
Thanks to Microsoft and their “upgrades” the last time I was able to post on my computer was in October. A lot has happened since then, and I am using another computer to do this.
The biggest news is that I nearly became a widow. This is NOT something to which I have ever aspired.
In the wee-smalls of November 24, The Squire woke me up moaning in pain. He had a high fever and was shaking all over with febrile convulsions. While he insisted he’d be fine if he could just lay down and rest, I called 911. The local EMTs hauled him off to the hospital and I followed as soon as I got dressed.
Even if I hadn’t worked in Cardiology at Hopkins, I would have known the EKG looked awful. While most EKGs look like this:
The Squire’s test was more like this. It doesn’t take an MD to know that’s BAD, and when you overhear a nurse whisper “When I see something like this, I almost wish I didn’t know what it means” it can chill you to the core.
Anyway, to cut to the chase, my beloved husband had tachycardia, pneumonia in both lungs, and sepsis. All at once. He spent three days in ICU and four more days in a step-down unit. I brought him home on December 1st. And the next day we went to see our family doctor. Stan poked and prodded, asked questions, listened to The Squire’s heart and lungs, and admitted he was astounded at how good things were.
Honestly, nobody expected my husband to survive. I’m just glad he did.
Thanks be to God!
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