I started feeling a little hinky Sunday afternoon. Felt worse on Monday. Was dizzy and I puked up my breakfast. Took my blood pressure. It was up around 190/95. Maybe just a spike. My systolic has been treneding up a little lately but usually my readings are in range. Went back to bed and slept a little. When I woke up, my BP was 142/76. Slept most of the day.
Tuesday morning, I had no appetite. When I took my BP it was 200/105. OK time to think about heading to the ER. Too dizzy to drive. I was a mes so I showered and shaved and put on clean clothes and packed a bag before calling 911. I was anticipating being checked into the hospital. That’s what happened the last time this happened, but that was pre-Obummercare.
Called 911 about 12:30 and had the ambulance take me to Northside Hospital ER. It was packed. No rooms so they had to leave me in the hall. Northside ER has over 50 rooms. One of the nurses told me it was crazy. All of the hospitals on the North side of Atlanta were this way. Took my vitals. BP still high but had dropped some. Took my blood. Doctor gave me a quick exam. Wanted my lungs x-rayed and a CT scan on my brain. Naturally the CT scan showed nothing as anyone who has followed me for years knows. They got me a room and I gave them a urine sample.
Let’s think for a minute here. Immediate lung x-ray and an immediate CT scan. This is the health care system that Obigmoth and the Dimocrats are destroying.
Before they got me into a room, I overheard the doctor talking on the phone to whom sounded like the admitting doctor for my HMO. After I got into the room, by BP had dropped to 176/85. “Look, he said! “Your BP is dropping.” It eventually dropped to 155/95. He came back into my room and told me none of the tests showed anything unusual. At my level of injury it was very likely I would be dysreflexive with my bladder. My urine looked OK so that left out a urinary tract infection.I never get septic from utis because I catch them early enough. The lungs looked OK. My blood work showed my kidneys were working fine. The CT scan showed nothing. Then he gave me a song and dance about how my doses of atenolol and lisenopril were both very low. He suggested I double my dose of lisenopril and see my doctor within the next three days and he was discharging me. I think he wanted to admit me to the hospital and get me stabilized, which is what happened before Obummercare, but my HMO physician said no. After all, I am almost 70.
Let’s talk about 70. Obummercare guidelines say for patients over 70 no longer give them PSAs (prostate cancer blood test) or digital probes of the prostate. If you haven’t gotten prostate cancer before 70, good for you. If you get it after 70, too bad. You’re old. Go ahead and die. Sarah Palin was correct. There are death panels. Anyway, prostate cancer is the least of my worries. My PSA has always been super low. What’s gonna get me is a stroke. That’s what got my maternal grandfather.
So, they had to call an ambulance to get me home and the service was backed up and they needed the room so I was relegated back to the hall. I was of mixed feelings. I hate hospitals and hate staying in them and I had put off my visit to the ER by a day for just that reason, but I think sending me home was wrong. My sweet nurse, Sam, got me a dinner while I was waiting for the ambulance. Got home around 8:00.
It sucks getting old. Especially if you are a crip. The good news? I won’t be around to see the final demise of this once great country that Obongo has fundamentally transformed aided and abetted by spineless RINOs, like Bitch McConnell, Little Lindsey Graham, Johnny McRINO, and Paul Ryan.