Thursday night my catheter stopped working, we called the ambulance, and I was whisked off back to the hospital–this time the emergency room.
Back after only two weeks on the road! Don’t miss this return engagement!
I was there all day and into the night. They changed my catheter–pain too intense for me to describe–and mostly left me lying in a gurney in the hall all day while they changed their minds about what to do with me. First I’m going home, then I’m staying over night, flip-flop, flip-flop.
When the ambulance finally took me home last night, there were three men in our apartment whom the hospital sent to equip me for home treatment. Our living room is now full of electronic doo-dads. I have no idea what they’re for. We are also to get a visiting nurse twice a day.
Anyhow, I didn’t die. I will try to keep plodding forward.