I can’t believe it—my sons are all in town, and where am I?
In the hospital!
On Sunday, I had an upset stomach and felt so weak as to have spent the day on the couch at the resort. On Monday, I began to cough, and as the day progressed, my cough went from raspy to so ragged and juicy as to be concerning. On Tuesday, you’d have thought I’d awakened to whooping cough, and as I was too weak to stand on my feet, Will went to start the car; David brought my wheelchair next to my bed (and I had the chills, so having pulled a sweatshirt over my head), my son wheeled me out of our front door and helped me into the front passenger seat of Will’s car.
By 9:30 am, we three had pulled up to the ER entrance at Mayo, where we were greeted by a sign that said One Visitor Per ER Patient. This surprised us, because patients, admitted to the hospital, are allowed two visitors. So Will accompanied me into the ER, and David drove our car home.
Long story short, I tested negative for COVID and the flu but was admitted to the hospital for further tests, because my white blood cell count is elevated, and there’s a question of my having bronchitis or Pneumonia.
So—please tell me—what the heck am I doing in the hospital when all of my sons and Marie and my three grandchildren are in town?
Ravi
Tony’s 6th grade graduation to junior high had a Hawaiian theme. He and his buddies decided to wear their sunglasses upside down.
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