MY DAY AT THE HOSPITAL – Marilyn Armstrong

After a day during which we got up early because I had a hospital appointment, the day after Bonnie quite literally barked all night, it made this into a very long day. Garry hadn’t driven in so long, we missed the turn into the hospital.

When we finally backtracked, they had the entire parking lot roped off and there are a lot of places you can’t go. Like the front door to the buildings. Since they won’t let the caretakers of people in, Garry had to wait in the car. It turned out he could have waited in the lobby, but when we asked, no one knew anything about anything.

One building was all COVID-19 cases — it used to be an extension of the daycare/heart unit and presumably will be again. I fell on my way in, really because those shoes have a ribbed sole that has a tendency to catch on cement. I scraped my knee, which was only a very small part of the problem. The rest of it was getting up from the ground. I can do it myself, but I need something to grab.

And suddenly, there were nurses and doctors and lawyers everywhere. “She fell on hospital grounds!” they said. I guess they assumed I was ready to call a lawyer.

I said, “If this is the most serious problem I have this week, it’ll be a great week.” They still had to check me out, realized when I said it was no big deal, I meant it really was no big deal. They cleaned it, didn’t bother to bandage it. Tomorrow everything will hurt, but in the meantime, they checked my battery (I sometimes sound like one of my electronic devices) and unlike the last time they checked it when I had maybe two years of battery left, this time I had 6-1/2 years left. I guess quarantine got me fully charged.

There wasn’t much traffic but there was more than I expected. A lot more.

The nurse explained that they aren’t worried about people who need help because basically, everything is closed. I pointed out that I didn’t hurry for this exam. They called me because it had been more than a year since I was checked. Which is a long time for someone following heart surgery, especially with so many implants.

She looked at my records and said, “Oh. yes. I can see.” She then pointed out that the mess they’d made at the hospital was way above her pay grade. And she reminded me that they have a building full of tests for Coronavirus, but they aren’t using the tests because they are saving them.

I didn’t even bother asking what they were saving them for because I already knew that was  WAY above her paygrade and maybe the head of the hospital’s paygrade.

Outbound road

They sent me the test results and I have to say I have no idea what they mean. None. The only thing I could say for sure is that there were no “flags” indicating a specific problem. So that battery works and there’s nothing terrible going on.

As we turned into the driveway, I asked Garry to stop so I could take pictures of the garden which has gone from a dead, muddy pile to something resembling a garden. Amazing what sunshine can do. I’m supposed to get a box soon, when our very backed up post office manages to hire a few more deliverers who can find their way around the Valley. It will — via Bluetooth — continuously interrogate my Pacemaker and send the information electronically. I may not have to go to the doctor more than once a year, but it is a bit creepy.

27 thoughts on “MY DAY AT THE HOSPITAL – Marilyn Armstrong

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  2. If I’ve said it once.. I’ve said it a thousand times.., human beings cannot fly unaided. Please do NOT attempt that again. That being said, I’m glad you are none the worse for trying, and seem to be OK.

    Love, from out west

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  3. Alright then. You may find them annoying as hell, but as a gimpy (I have the t-shirt proving it 😆 ) a four footed cane is mandatory as long as you are required to walk places without help. Sure, you might still fall down, but there is something to grab to get you back up again (although with your shoulder issues, I have to wonder). I spoke with a sibling of mine yesterday and he shared that he’d been to Florida (for a conference) just before all the C-19 mess hit. He flew (both ways). Upon coming home (and I remember this because I happened to go see him as well as it was my unpopular aunt’s funeral and I drove him to that) he was sick as hell. It was short lived and he wrote it off to the flu BUT in light of recent news he wondered “if” and so do I. Since he works in various hospitals (he’s the repair and sales guy for those surgical robots); I asked why he hadn’t gotten tested. DEMANDED that they test him. He said “You know I just didn’t think of it. They won’t give you a test very easily, will they?” Your post today reminded of that conversation. I told my brother that I’d INSIST on a full on test because of where he has to work and the illness he had just after coming back from Florida. He reckoned they’d still deny him. *sheesh*

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    • We are lucky we have an intelligent doctor. Most people can’t get a test. You have to have the same early symptoms that many people never get and a doctor who will actually LISTEN to you. We are so screwed.

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  4. Marilyn, you had me worried. “Marilyn’s in the hospital?” I said to myself. “Wow. I’ve been away from her posts far too long. She’s always worth reading. Does she have Covid-19? As someone with underlying health conditions, will her writing no longer make my world less lonely?” Then I started doing what I haven’t been doing lately — READING

    There’s lots of love for you and Garry here in Minnesota and immediate identification with falling and not being able to get up, no matter what you mind says. Working at the cabin earlier this week, I had been working on my knees in the yard. It was lunch time. Time to stand up. Nope! Couldn’t do it the way I could squatting behind home plate in Little League. Glad to learn you got up and that your battery’s good for another 6.5 years. God forbid your battery will outlive you. Perish the thought! Take a chair when you work in the garden. And when you think of 45, think of Chauncey Gardner in Being There.

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    • We watched “Being There” not long ago and it wasn’t nearly as funny as it was when we first saw it. Except he was relatively harmless. 45 is not harmless. Our whole culture seems sick.

      Our doctor finally gave us permission (!!) to get tested. I think we already had it way back in early January before anyone knew it had arrived. But how many thousands of people travel back and forth to China for business, visiting family, tourism, international games, etc. Now they are beginning to see cases that might have happened in December. Effectively NO ONE knows when it got here. Until it made a big splash, no one noticed.

      Now, they are hoarding the tests for something, but what? We’ve got a LOT of tests, but you have to already BE sick to get tested. That isn’t what was supposed to happen!

      At least the sun finally came out and we have leaves on the trees — even the oaks.

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      • Good morning, Marilyn (Garry too),

        Yes. “Our whole culture seems sick” and there will be no vaccine to save us from ourselves. Enjoy the sun and the leaves . . . and pull out another favorite Peter Sellers film on the destruction of the world the a madman who finally can’t control his salute.

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  5. Glad to hear all ended well. Other than some bruises and aches I suspect. My fav line in this post is “And suddenly, there were nurses and doctors and lawyers everywhere. “She fell on hospital grounds!” they said. I guess they assumed I was ready to call a lawyer.”.

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  6. What a way to make an entrance, Marilyn! But I am happy that everything looks good. It is kind of scary when anyone says something is ‘above my paygrade.’ Think that, but please don’t say it out loud.

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  7. Well I am very happy to hear that you have a good charge left in your battery and if the new gadget works and you don’t need to go so often that can only be good.
    As for the rest I don’t know what is more bizarre, that they are “saving” the tests (for who or what?) or that when you fall over a lawyer comes running. That reminds me of how in Adelaide years ago the tow truck always seemed to arrive at the scene of an accident before the ambulance.
    This morning I read that your loony president thinks that the number of Covid-19 cases is “a badge of honour”. That may be the most bizarre thing I heard today.

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    • The guy is really, truly loony tunes and not in a good way.

      Hospitals are always terrified of getting sued. I was just lucky I didn’t land on my head or spine. That would be made it a different case.

      What kind of badge of honor do you get for killing a million (so far) citizens? Madness. Complete madness.

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    • That was MY question. When the nurse said NONE of the medical personal could get tested unless they were already sick, I was utterly baffled. I still am. What was the point in the tests if they aren’t going to USE them?

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      • My understanding is that some versions of the PCR test have been very dodgy, and it seems to depend on whoever is assessing the result as to whether it was positive or negative. Roche made the first version of the test, but said it should not be used clinically and was only a research tool. So I think that may be a big problem. It looks like it’s hard to know who has and who hasn’t had the virus. The antibody test would be the most useful. Then we’d know how many people have already been infected.

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