I'd mentioned before that for over three months, I've been going to work sick, working sick, going home sick, going to bed (chair) sick and repeating it all over again. I had “good” days and bad, however. The good days were bearable, and the bad ones made me wish the Lord would come ASAP. Thursday of last week was an especially bad day. After I got home and ate, I felt even worse. I knew that SOMTHING wasn't right, so I went to the local quick clinic to get checked out. After doing an EKG, They tried to get me to take an ambulance to the emergency room, saying that I was in A-Fib, but my wife and I prayed and I drove there without incident.
A couple more tests and X-rays and the doctor began treating the condition with medication. They kept tweaking my meds until Monday afternoon and then let me go home around supper-time. Despite upping my fluid pills, it wasn't until almost my release that they told me to cut back on fluid consumption. Go figure! Home had never looked so beautiful as I pulled into the driveway. Inside, my wife had moved my chair from beside the front door to her little TV room where she and the dog sleep. After propping up my feet and putting in earplugs, I slept better than I did at any point at the hospital. My legs and feet are still swollen horribly and hurt rather badly. The skin on them is hard to the touch, from the pressure within. I hope I don't still have cellulitis, but the right one remains red.
The last couple days have been busy ones, from tying up various loose ends that such experiences are good at producing. I'm too “rich” to get any breaks on my hospital bill, but I might be able to get half pay or less on sick-leave. Time will tell.
I was pleasantly surprised that my stepson mowed our lawn, moved my computer downstairs, and put in a new kitchen light for his mom. Even though I thanked him profusely, I doubt if he knows how much it meant to me.
Today or tomorrow, I'll be trying to get the ball rolling on getting disability. I doubt if I'll ever be able to drive truck again. They say that it takes two years and an attorney to be successful in getting disability. Many folks die before ever drawing a check. I guess that's how they want it.
One thing is for sure, if the Lord’s willing, I'll have plenty of time to sort my personal stuff, catalog old family photos and write! Copyright 2015