In the middle of the night – Tuesday, December 22, and Wednesday, December 23, – I found myself waking in total respiratory distress. I managed to call 911 and get an ambulance dispatched.
Next thing you know I am in the Emergency Room at Sullivan Community Hospital. In another hour or so I was transported directly as in-patient to Regional Hospital in Terre Haute.
This made the second Christmas week in a row, including Christmas Day, I have spent in the hospital.
Those who follow my writing know that I have had a premonition for a couple of weeks I may have a relapse. My feeling proved true.
I am home now. After Mom and Bill, how picked me up, dropped me off at home I had a bit of a panic.
The nose piece I need to use the oxygen condsenser was not in the apartment. The EMTs used mine when transporting me to the ER. After two phone calls, the EMTS were back and supplied me with the piece I needed to breathe.
Chooey was beside himself seeing his Daddy home. Dad has been checking on him, feeding/watering him and taking him out. Now am out of the hospital, but having to take it very easy for a few days.
The doc upped my prednisone big time, plus gave me a script for a strong antibiotic. Have to use the air as much as possible – especially whenever I get up to walk.
Plan to sleep in my recliner for the next couple of nights. Easier than trying to sleep in the bed. Both the Sons and the Daughters-in-law checked in on me via text. As did my sister, Leticia, and Mom called.
Dad would stop by and Susie check on me by text as well as meeting us to give me my keys on the way home.
Thank you to all my online friends who checked on me on Facebook as well as by email.
This old bird isn’t down for the count yet. That’s the way it is this Christmas Night in Mark’s Den.
And I hope each of you had a wonderful and blessed day with family and friends.