DIARY

In case you haven't figured it out by now I'm treating this blog like a diary, just saying any fool thing that comes to my head, not trying to maintain any coherent train of thought so if it gets confusing at times either get lost or stick around and wade through to the good stuff. Just rolled in from two days enforced vacation at the local(small town)Rabun County Ga Hospital - Stephen King Central - what a hoot - First thing I noticed when they checked me into my room was no shower and a sink that was loose and about to fall off the wall. Busted sheetrock and a redneck douche made up of a sink sprayer attached to the cold water supply on the toilet. After I picked myself up off the floor and recovered laughing at this, and was getting into bed, the Local Mortician came rolling a dead body down the hall past my room with one arm dangling off the gurney - it was covered with a RED artificial grass carpet throw -. Can you spell AMA.(checkout Against Medical Advice?) The Azithromycin?azithromax? IV was a total bitch, it hurt like hell going in, burned the vein. They had to slow the drip from 250 down to 75 so I could tolerate it. Next was a respiratory therapy that accelerated my heartbeat from it's normal 65 or so to 118. Spooked the shit outta me. They were giving me pills to dry up my secretions while at the same time giving me stuff to make me cough up the crap in my lungs - two competing things. Not to mention the aggravating Nurses Aide who would pop into my room about every 10 minutes checking to see how much I had peed and grabbing up my bottled water by the neck to check how much I had drunk - all with her UN-sterilized hands - no telling where they ha been!! Needless to say I was very glad to get my fat ass outta there. Back home now, thank God, Hope to never wind up there again.

LATER OBSERVATION - 29 September 08;

Be damn careful if a Doc wants to load you up on antibiotics -- I have learned they can be dangerous.