It so happens that despite the
seriousness of what I have endured, there were actually a fair number of
amusing anecdotes along the way.
Fortunately, I do already have a blog for reporting amusing
anecdotes. It would be a shame to waste
it just because the stories don't involve poker or Vegas. Keep in mind I've been through a lot since
all this happened and I didn't keep notes, so some of the times, dates, and
even details may be off a bit.
On Monday, October 17, I drove myself
to the Emergency Room in the morning with some mild "discomfort" in
my chest. I really wouldn't call them
chest pains, although perhaps that was an under reaction on my part. Most of the time it was located very high on
the chest, right under my neck, at the collarbone. Sometimes it felt lower, more towards the
center of my chest. It could be either the left or the right side, but it was
more often the right side than the left.
I had noticed this for a few
days. I probably would have been more
concerned but to be honest, I had had several similar incidents like this
before. The first time it was over 25
years ago. That time, I called my friend Norm, had him drive me to the ER. I was only there an hour or two, they said I
was fine, and Norm and I had lunch and saw a movie that afternoon. The symptoms disappeared within a few days.
A few times more recently I have
driven myself to the ER feeling something similar. Each time, there was a lengthier stay in the
ER, but each time, they found nothing.
After the first time, they recommended a follow up treadmill stress
test, which I always completed within a few days time and always passed with
flying colors. End result: they never
found anything, and the symptoms always went away on their own within a week or
less.
One time I recalled arriving at the ER
at Noon and not being released until midnite (and having to return for the treadmill
stress test two days later). It was
before the days of smart phones and all I had to amuse myself while waiting for
the test results was a dumb cel phone. There was delay with the lab results,
that's why I was there so long. I was
bored out of my mind. I did have a TV
but I believe there were no cable channels on it. I was reduced to watching "Deal or No
Deal"—which actually kept me entertained a bit—and "Big Brother",
which I watched for the first time and immediately decided was the worst show
in the history of television.
I probably would have waited a few
more days to decide to go in this time, but a look at the calendar got me
thinking. On that Friday (the 21st) I
was headed back to Vegas for the first time since summer. I skipped Labor Day trip due to my cataract
surgery. I was sure I had the same thing
again—nothing—but couldn't stop thinking about if/when to go in. I figured the only way to get it off my mind
so I could concentrate on the trip was to just go in and get the clean bill of
health.
Knowing I'd be there for a number of
hours at least, I took my Kindle tablet and a few Kind bars (in case I couldn't
get any food). Knowing there was a
greater than zero chance that I could be admitted, I threw some other things
and put them in the car as well. If I
was admitted, I could have one of my friends visit me and bring stuff out of my
car to my hospital room. I wasn't too
careful about the stuff I took, cuz it was a longshot. But I grabbed my laptop, some toiletries and
drugs that I had ready for my vegas trip, and a pair of pajamas and some
changes of underwear. I stuffed all this
into a duffle bag I always take to Vegas
My health provider is Kaiser Permanente. They are a huge HMO in CA and other
states. If you've never had to deal with
them, you've at least heard of them.
I've been with them for years.
The ER and my doctor's office—as well as a huge hospital—are located in
Panorama City, which is roughly 20 minutes from my home. So I drove myself over there and got checked
into the ER. They wasted little time in
taking an EKG. After that, they sent me
back to the waiting area. About 20
minutes later a nurse called me into the ER.
The nurse said that they EKG looked good. He even told me I had a "good
heart." I replied, "Then what
am I doing here?"
He laughed and said that he wasn't
sure. There put me in a gurney and then
came back to check on me every once in the while. I was just lying in the
hallway. I assumed that meant that they
were out of actual rooms to stick me but they never told me that. I knew from past times that they would have
to do two things before they'd release me: Give me a chest X-ray and take some
blood tests. But no one really told me
what was going on. I never saw an actual
doctor during this time. The first nurse
(who did the EKG) asked a few questions but I would have expected a doctor to
ask more in regards to my symptoms.
Never happened.
They finally took some blood and
eventually took an X-ray. I waited for
hours and was mostly ignored. I wasn't even offered water (since I didn't have
a room, there was no tray to put it on anyway).
I certainly wasn't offered food.
My Kindle was behind me where I couldn't reach it, but I had my cell
phone to check twitter and such. I was
honestly disappointed with the way they were handling my situation, based on
past experience with this very same thing.
Sorry to end this there, so
incomplete. But as I post this, in real
time, I had a bit of set back today (Sunday). I felt that I had a bit better
each day since getting out of the hospital.
But Saturday night I came back with some serious gastric distress. I won't go into the gory details, but I spent
of an awful lot of time in the bathroom for the next 12 hours. Between that and a lack of sleep, I've been
unable to spend any time writing today.
I feel much better now and hopefully will get back to making progress on
my recovery tomorrow. I'll continue this
"soon".
(Edited to add, see the follow up here),
(Edited to add, see the follow up here),
some toiletries and drugs that I had ready for my vegas trip,
ReplyDeleteSome drugs, say whaaat?
Yeesh....I guess I should have said "meds." I meant prescription drugs of course.
DeleteThanks, anger
ReplyDeleteThe road to recovery is never straight. Always a few curves thrown in to keep it interesting. Keep up the good work.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Dale.
DeleteGet well soon Rob.
ReplyDeletex Jerome
Thanks, Jerome.
DeleteAs long as you don't get any coolers on the way to recovery, you'll be fine. Take care, feel better.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Norm.
DeleteHow can a story of the terrible things that happen to you include no mention of "pocket kings"?
ReplyDeleteHmmm....it's gonna be hard to work the dreaded hand into this story. But I'll see if I can find a way.
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