Many years ago I wrote a song called, “Home Again, Right Where I Belong.” Today that song is ringing true.
As many of my faithful readers know, I was once more rushed to the Emergency Room on Sunday. First it was to Sullivan Community Hospital then transferred up to Regional Hospital for a short stay.
A bad bacterial infection had attacked me Friday evening after I had taken it to the limit. I had hoped to hang in there until Monday and call the doctor.
It was not meant to be.
The plan was to go to the ER, get stabilized and a script for an antibiotic. But on Saturday night, my fever spiked to 103.7. The ER doc, Dr. Oates, contacted my pulmonologist, Dr. Deshpande.
Next thing I know I was transferred to Regional. The techs took me straight to my room. Within 10 minutes, Dr. Deshpande was there. After heavy quantities of high dosage antibiotics and super-strong cortisteriod, I was sprung yesterday afternoon.
Instead of the usual dosage of 500 mg of levoquin, I came home with 750 mg to take for five days.
But I am home.
Now as anyone who has been deluged with massive intravenous antibiotics knows, once stopped, it sure can clean out a body’s system. Such has been the case since yesterday.
Now it is getting life back to normal.
That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den on this Hump Day.
And how is your Wednesday going?