Day 73: What else is gonna go wrong today ...

Between You, Me and the Lamp Post

Day 73: What else is gonna go wrong today ...

There are days that you just know everything is going your way. The sun is shining, you look great in your outfit, your hair does exactly what you want it to do, there’s hardly any traffic and … everything is just perfect.

And then there are days like today …

I woke up shortly before 6:00 a.m. to the sound of thunder and flashes of lightning, accompanied by a steady stream of rain. When I'm home I love rain. The dark clouds, the pitter patter of water droplets on flat surfaces, the gurgling of gutters. However, when I have to go out it’s a different story.

I hardly ever take an umbrella with me because, while such an item keeps me reasonably dry, it’s a nuisance on the subway. It’s big, it’s wet, and along the way it might poke people who knows where. As a result I took two showers today … one in my bathroom and one on Queen Street.

Soaking wet from head to toe I arrived at Tim Hortons where more trouble awaited me. No sooner was I seated with my fragrant hot cup of coffee and delicious croissant than a homeless woman approached me shouting that I was in her seat.

The last time I checked, Tim Hortons didn’t have reserved seating so I was not eager to move. She made an issue of it though, shouting that she was there first and blah blah blah, to the point that there was a bit of a gefaffle.

Normally I don’t back down from bullies, but in this case I thought it better to move. Not only was the woman homeless but she looked and acted deranged and there was no telling what she would do next. There was the chance that she would scratch me and that was to be avoided at all cost. Dirty and maybe carrying some disease, I didn’t want to get infected by something nasty. So I moved to another table. Not quick enough though as she swiped my things off the table. My coffee, croissant and reading glasses case went flying.

Fortunately, this attracted the attention of the staff of Tim Hortons who not only served me with a fresh cup of coffee and croissant but got on the phone and called the police. Knowing how busy the police is, I didn’t expect them to show up any time soon, but at least an effort was made.

Once at work more bad luck awaited me. When I got dressed this morning I got too warm and decided not to wear the sweater I had laid out last night. Big mistake. Now that I’m at my desk, I’m cold and my hands are freezing. 

What else is gonna go wrong today ...

Day 154: My Hospital Experience

My Project: 365 Creative Writing Prompts

Day 154: My Hospital Experience

Even though a multitude of New Years wishes included good health, 2019 was not off to a great start for me. In the second week of January I got sick, a bug I was told, a bug was going around Toronto. I was not in the least surprised that this bug had found me. I’m always a welcoming host for whatever goes around.

When it got worse in the second week I still wasn’t worried, but when it goes worse still in the third week I thought it was time to consult a doctor. However, there was a problem ... my family doctor has her office downtown and I was in no fit state to travel. So, I called ‘Doctors making house calls.’

The doctor who showed up and examined me diagnosed me with pneumonia. She prescribed antibiotics and even though I had mentioned that I am allergic to penicillin, the drugs she prescribed contained penicillin.

To get suitable antibiotics another doctor from ‘Doctors making house calls’ was summoned. He said I didn’t need antibiotics as there was nothing wrong with me, I just had a simple cold. When things got worse still, I made my way to a walk-in clinic where I finally got safe antibiotics and since I was short of breath, a puffer to help me breathe. If I wasn’t feeling any better at the completion of the antibiotics course, I was to make my way to the hospital for tests.

I didn’t get any better, and so last Friday I took a cab to the Scarborough General Hospital. As soon as I mentioned shortness of breath, the nurse let me through and I was taken to an examination room. The attending doctor suspected fluid in the lungs. Since it was late Friday, nothing would be done, but he suggested that I check into the hospital to get immediate service on Monday. Staying at the hospital over the weekend didn’t appeal to me, so I checked out and promised to come back on Monday.

When I came back on Monday, the emergency room was packed with people. When I mentioned to the nurse that I couldn’t breathe, she didn’t seem to care, just told me to take a seat and wait my turn. Two hours passed, 15 patients were still ahead of me ... I decided to call it quits.

The next day things got so bad that I called 911 and was taken to hospital by ambulance. To cut a long story short, an X-ray was taken of my chest, followed by a CT-scan, and it was confirmed that I had indeed fluid in my lungs. Hence the shortness of breath. The fluid would need to be drained.

The preparation for the draining procedure I can describe as nothing less than torture. Even though I received a local anesthetic, I felt everything. The needle that went into the left side of my back, the 1 mm thick tube that followed and everything else that went on back there. I moaned and growled with pain and at one point nearly passed out. By the time the left side was done, I was terrified for the right-hand side. Fortunately, that went a lot better. The anesthetic had more time to work and even though I still felt pain, it wasn’t as excruciating as the left-hand side.

The pain wasn’t over yet though, with two thick tubes in my back, it was nearly impossible to get comfortable.

Within 15 minutes, 500 ml of fluid had gathered in the right-hand side bag, and while there was a good amount of fluid in the left-hand side bag, there was also a lot of air in that bag. 

In fact, it was swollen like a balloon. Within no time I couldn’t breathe anymore, I started to panic, and even though I was given oxygen and told to take deep breaths, I was like a fish a dry land. A nurse was summoned, she called for a doctor, who in turn ordered an X-ray. It turned out that the technician who had inserted the tubes had punctured my lung and now part of my lung had collapsed.

During my four-day hospital stay, an X-ray was taken of my lungs every day to monitor the healing of the lung. By Friday the hole had been reduced from 5 cm to 2 cm. According to the doctor, I should stay one more day in the hospital, but I had enough, I wanted to go home. To the best of my knowledge, people heal better in their own environment.

Before leaving the hospital, the doctor removed the tubes in my back and I was quite surprised to see the apparatus. I thought it was just a simple plastic tube, but that was not the case. This is what I saw ...

No wonder I had been in so much pain.

My hospital stay had some positive aspects too though. Every day my son brought me a cup of Tim Horton's coffee with a few of their delicious cookies and he brought me flowers.

So now I'm home, home sweet home, and although I am better, I am far from 100%. Everything I do exhausts me. I can’t wait to get better so I can do all the things I did before: cleaning, cooking, going for a walk, not to mention ... bowling. When I return to the bowling alley, there probably will be cobwebs in the holes of my ball.