A Visitation... to the Hospital

Now, I know all of you are thinking that I fell of the edge of the earth again after a buss trip. Just a habit aint it? But, this time I do have a good excuse! And when you all hear it, I'm sure you'll agree.

It all started about 20 to 25 hours into the buss trip, when I started feel ing sort of queezy, and I was sure it was dehydration I was dealing with, so I got myself a large thing of orange Gatoraid, rehydrate and electrolites, right? Anyway, the Thursday morning light had already come, and... Well, let's just say I cleaned it up myself. The last bit of the ride was pure, raw testing.

When I got to Denver, Uncle Greg was there waiting on me, and he too me right away to a safe place of rest, where I took a shower and hit the sack. I was up a lot that night, caughing. When I started caughing blood... Don't panick fans! I am alive! I'm here writing to you, right? OK, ok, I'll graciously accept your request for autographs, since they'll be worth a lot more after I die. Anyway, I started caughing up blood, and when David M. talked with me the next morning, then his mom, we mutualy decided to head for the emergency room. He warmed the jeep up, and I got dressed. I would have to try to dress cool to go to the emergency room, you know ;)

WE hit the road, ready for action, at least I think David was. We got there, and they admitted me realy fast, and asked scary questions about AIDS and HIV. They stuck an IV in me, in my arm, and that was like my first time to be stuck by something like that, ever. Then they got to worying about a blood clot in my lungs, etc. And my blood pressure was like way low, and the put a cathiter in my necck. I got stuck with more sharp things between frisay morning and Sunday afternoon then I had evr been stuck with in my whole life!

I was told by one Doc that I was very very sick, and wasn't acting near as sick as I was. Toughness? Well, if it was, it was from God, for sure.

I was put on Oxigen.

David stayed with my for more then 24 hours.

Amazingly (I'm sure it was God) my white blood cell count dropped from over 30,000 to normal in the time I was in the hospital. Praise Him! That is why they decided to release me earlyer than they thought, for which I was greatfull!

But, I just had to get to excited, and Friday, Feb 1st, I overdid it a little bit, not much, and Plouracy could have set in without it I'm sure, but nevertheless, it did set in, hard and heavy by 2:00 AM Saturday morning. It has been a slow process getting over that. I was warned that it could happen.

Anyway, it was an adventure, and God was by my side the whole way, I know. Still is an adventure, and I'm looking forward to being perfectly healthy again, and ready to shake rattle and roll!