A Sick day or Two

Dear Peg and Friends,
Just when though I thought medical things in my world were going well, I woke the other morning with a dull pain in my abdomen. This was not  good, it shouldn’t be. Being holiday time I didn’t hold out hope, but gave my doctor a call to make an appointment for a consultation. Couldn’t get one? Not possible either, until end of that day. So I did what I had been told to do,. if you think the situation is serious enough, dial the emergency 24 hours clinic. While I was doing this, my girls took matters into their own hands, went over my head and called the Ambulance Emergency Service, and dialled 111. Much quicker and no fuss. Money doesn’t even come into this situation, as I still have medical insurance, however because of my, age I’m now considering of dropping this cover, it’s getting prohibitively expensive .
More to the point, very quickly there was an ambulance at the door. Test after test in my lounge, it was then deemed necessary to transport me to Hospital, for further tests. Whatever an ambulance is, comfort doesn’t seem to come with all it’s other attributes. This vehicle which seemed to be new, rode like a farm dray. However once settled safely in the Accident and Emergency Department, a battery of further tests were ordered. I couldn’t fault the service within the Hospital. But what did happen was, I was getting a whole bunch of tests, all condensed into the space of one day.
I was very uncomfortable, perched on a narrow hard bed, in a screened off area. No malingering here. For the day I wasn’t being offered any food or drink. The doctors came to the conclusion that after I had been poked and pummelled for five hours, that I had nothing seriously wrong that could kill me, but anyway was given an antibiotic to take care of any infection that I had in my stomach or intestines. This was the cause of much tittering which was on going on as a prescription was written out. This being the festive season. The Chemist told me later the antibiotic was given, was a cousin of Antibuse, and if I touched alcohol while on this regime, I would immediately throw up.
I was sent home with my Patients Paper Bag containing all my bits and pieces with the  inconclusive prognosis. ‘not solved’. But as they said, in most cases the body cures itself.
I came into this world wearing napkins, and I now know I will depart much in the same way. There is nothing wrong with my water works, except I now require more time when I make a visit to the toilet. My body is not prepared to wait or stand for any procrastination. So I have resorted to the wearing of paper pants. This is to take care of the odd occasion when I have what are loosely called, accidents. These days I am also suffering too many accidents in this department,
Love to all from Christchurch,
Wally

Just when though I thought medical things in my world were going well, I woke the other morning with a dull pain in my abdomen. This was not  good, it shouldn’t be. Being holiday time I didn’t hold out hope, but gave my doctor a call to make an appointment for a consultation. Couldn’t get one? Not possible either, until end of that day. So I did what I had been told to do,. if you think the situation is serious enough, dial the emergency 24 hours clinic. While I was doing this, my girls took matters into their own hands, went over my head and called the Ambulance Emergency Service, and dialled 111. Much quicker and no fuss. Money doesn’t even come into this situation, as I still have medical insurance, however because of my, age I’m now considering of dropping this cover, it’s getting prohibitively expensive .

More to the point, very quickly there was an ambulance at the door. Test after test in my lounge, it was then deemed necessary to transport me to Hospital, for further tests. Whatever an ambulance is, comfort doesn’t seem to come with all it’s other attributes. This vehicle which seemed to be new, rode like a farm dray. However once settled safely in the Accident and Emergency Department, a battery of further tests were ordered. I couldn’t fault the service within the Hospital. But what did happen was, I was getting a whole bunch of tests, all condensed into the space of one day.

I was very uncomfortable, perched on a narrow hard bed, in a screened off area. No malingering here. For the day I wasn’t being offered any food or drink. The doctors came to the conclusion that after I had been poked and pummelled for five hours, that I had nothing seriously wrong that could kill me, but anyway was given an antibiotic to take care of any infection that I had in my stomach or intestines. This was the cause of much tittering which was on going on as a prescription was written out. This being the festive season. The Chemist told me later the antibiotic was given, was a cousin of Antibuse, and if I touched alcohol while on this regime, I would immediately throw up.

I was sent home with my Patients Paper Bag containing all my bits and pieces with the  inconclusive prognosis. ‘not solved’. But as they said, in most cases the body cures itself.

I came into this world wearing napkins, and I now know I will depart much in the same way. There is nothing wrong with my water works, except I now require more time when I make a visit to the toilet. My body is not prepared to wait or stand for any procrastination. So I have resorted to the wearing of paper pants. This is to take care of the odd occasion when I have what are loosely called, accidents. These days I am also suffering too many accidents in this department,

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