CH6-COMPLICATIONS & CIPRO

Chapter 6; The Day His Prozac Kicked In...
Complications

Well, if you remember, I had the ANGIOGRAM on Friday, and it was not very pleasant...

So i was a 'good girl' and limited my activity on Saturday, followed the directions and doctor's orders, and all that stuff.

But on Sunday morning I began to have symptoms of a bladder infection and I started to sob. Yes, it got worse and I knew I had to go to the clinic,

on a Sunday,
yes SUPERBOWL Sunday...

I knew I had to act fast, not only because of the pain, but because of the fact there would be the nurses and doctors in the lounge watching the GAME...

So I started sobbing again,

because of the pain,
because I was generally NOT feeling well,
and knowing I'd have to bug my parents to help me get to the clinic.

All for a prescription of CIPRO which is the only thing that seems to catch these awful bladder infections I get after I get home from the hospital.

I don't know if it is the stress from being in the hospital, or the invasive procedures, or what that causes the infections, but I knew it couldn't wait until Monday.

However, wait, yes wait I did, in the WAITING ROOM when my Mom dropped me off at the clinic.

I got there at 2pm, the waiting room was 75% full, I found out the SUPERBOWL began at 4pm, I was REALLY pressing my luck...

Lots of miserable and coughing children...lots of adults in pain...you know...all that...

Had to wait a while. My mom dropped me off. Couldn't get comfortable...Was in a lot of pain, my back hurt, my legs hurt (from the angiogram still), I had a migraine coming on...It all sucked.

The doctor was nice, I was CLUTCHING the old prescription bottle from the last time I had a bladder infection, the doctor heeded it and said he would fax a prescription for CIPRO over to the pharmacy, which closes at 6pm, and it was already 5pm, HUSTLE, HUSTLE, HUSTLE!

The game had started, I could hear it in the lounge marked 'PRIVATE.'

There was a problem at the pharmacy, the doctor forgot to fax in the 2nd prescription I needed, I forget the name.

My dad was sad, or tired, or mad...i couldn't tell. But he helped me anyway, thanks dad. He even went to the pharmacy for me.

At least it wasn't raining, like on FRIDAY when he helped with the ANGIOGRAM...

Thank god for CIPRO. I knew it would work very soon. I feel better now, Monday, but CIPRO is such a powerful medication, it just drains me, so I was sad a lot today, just because life doesn't seem to be going great for me right now...

Anyway, it makes me worry about the complications that may arise with my HEART SURGERY. I wish there was a way to just 'SWITCH' off the fear and worry, like a LIGHT SWITCH, and just do the surgery.

I don't have a choice anyway, it has to be done, I just wish all the worry and pain didn't have to go with it!

Anyway, I emailed T (my husband) about all this. No answer. That too makes me sad. I miss him and am in pain, and it seems like he just doesn't care. Maybe he doesn't. Yes, having that thought makes me sad.

Until next time...

JOANNAJEAN

CHAPTER 4; MOM'S STORY; Scotty...

My Name Is Scotty

My name is Scotty and I am a stray cat. I guess I’m a stray cat. I didn’t want to be that and I certainly didn’t start off as a stray cat.

But my original owners said they had too many pets. So one day they took me for a long car ride and dropped me off at the corner!

I was so surprised and scared. So I ran and hid, ran and hid. Finally, when I couldn’t run anymore, I stopped. Tired, and in back of a house. I hid behind a blue flowering bush, hoping I was safe.

About that time, the back door opened and out stepped an older lady with a newspaper and a cup of ‘something’ in her hands. I watched, too tired to move.

“I see you there,” she said in a nice quiet voice. “You have such big, round eyes.” She immediately turned around and when she came back out again, she had a dish of kitty food and water.

I was hungry and thirsty and was anxious and scared at the same time. She put the food down and promptly sat on a chair to read her paper.

“That’s for you, Scotty,” she said. “I’ll call you Scotty because you have such big, round eyes. You look just like the little boy down the street.”

I couldn’t help myself. I went over and ate all the food and had some of the water too. When I was finished, I quickly hid behind the blue, flowered bush and washed my face.

She kept up a conversation all this time, telling me what she was reading. I was so tired, I had to close my eyes with her soothing voice making me feel safe.

Since that day, weeks ago… I sleep on a chair now with a blue pillow that the old lady put there just for me. I sleep at night in the shed where she fixed a box for me. It’s soft and warm and safe.

Sometimes when no one is around, I glance inside the house, but being here on the chair is good enough for now.

Every morning, the old lady comes out to sit in the sun and read the paper. There is a dog and other cats but all is well. I’m glad that I stopped to rest behind the blue, flowered bush.

I noticed that the other animals sit on her lap sometimes and someday I want to do that too. If only to say thank you. Maybe tomorrow.

By Sharon Welte

*NOTE by JOANNAJEAN; Here is the short story I said I would share with you. When I read it, i discovered a few hidden 'messages of wisdom.' I wonder if anyone else can notice it!

P.S. I have my ANGIOGRAM tomorrow. Not happy about it, don't want to do it. It's going to take all day AND hurt, but I don't have a choice, I HAVE to do it. So wish me luck. Thanks...

SIGNED;
JOANNAJEAN

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JOANNAJEAN