Never say Never...
(photo by: Johncandyfan)
Inspite of the fact that P had vowed to NEVER ever step foot in another Emergency Room, by some wicked twist of fate, we found ourselves sitting in Mt. Sinai's "Adult Triage" section again. Deja Vu.
Last Summer, we had to drive straight to the ER (with all our suitcases and bags)after de-planing from La Guardia airport. Within hours of being bitten by a seemingly harmless insect, one of Tampa's toxic bugs had caused P's right arm to swell like an elephant's trunk. Diagnosis: Infected Cellulitis. Deadly bugs... Human snackin' alligators... Countless swamps... We mentally crossed Florida off our list of "States Considered for Future Relocation".
On the day of our Wedding Anniversary the year before that, he was on his way home after picking up a bouquet of flowers from a florist when a speeding white van carrying medical supplies crashed on the cab he was riding in. Needless to say, we spent our Anniversary night in... you guessed it: The Emergency Room.
Yesterday was another freaky situation that shouldn't have happened. A simple, routine endoscopy gone horribly wrong, causing him to choke on his own vomit while under anesthesia. At this day and age, how could they possibly let that happen?! He came out of a diagnostic test with chills, shortness of breath and a 104' fever! We went straight to the nearest ER for a chest x-ray, blood works, IV antibiotics and IV hydration. His doctor did have enough sense to meet us there. Diagnosis: Aspiration Pneumonia.
Thank goodness he's recuperating at home now. Still under the weather, but generally stable - with 2 private "nurses" coddling and hovering over him.
*Sigh* I'm not a superstitious person but in this case, I'm hoping that the saying: "All things come/happen in threes" is true.
Last Summer, we had to drive straight to the ER (with all our suitcases and bags)after de-planing from La Guardia airport. Within hours of being bitten by a seemingly harmless insect, one of Tampa's toxic bugs had caused P's right arm to swell like an elephant's trunk. Diagnosis: Infected Cellulitis. Deadly bugs... Human snackin' alligators... Countless swamps... We mentally crossed Florida off our list of "States Considered for Future Relocation".
On the day of our Wedding Anniversary the year before that, he was on his way home after picking up a bouquet of flowers from a florist when a speeding white van carrying medical supplies crashed on the cab he was riding in. Needless to say, we spent our Anniversary night in... you guessed it: The Emergency Room.
Yesterday was another freaky situation that shouldn't have happened. A simple, routine endoscopy gone horribly wrong, causing him to choke on his own vomit while under anesthesia. At this day and age, how could they possibly let that happen?! He came out of a diagnostic test with chills, shortness of breath and a 104' fever! We went straight to the nearest ER for a chest x-ray, blood works, IV antibiotics and IV hydration. His doctor did have enough sense to meet us there. Diagnosis: Aspiration Pneumonia.
Thank goodness he's recuperating at home now. Still under the weather, but generally stable - with 2 private "nurses" coddling and hovering over him.
*Sigh* I'm not a superstitious person but in this case, I'm hoping that the saying: "All things come/happen in threes" is true.
posted by Angel | 1:58:00 PM
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