Please pass the IV please

 

Finally out of the hospital. Last Thursday, I got the cramps, worse than serious, but near delivering a kid. So by Friday, I said to heck with it. So with advice from Becky, I called the meatwagon, and 15 minutes later was in the ER. After sticking a long stick up my nose, it was determined that I had Covid. Yes, it too hit me. So was admitted to the hospital. The first night was peaceful, the staff was top drawer and I began to release my tension. From there on, it got worse. First got a Tillathehun, CNA was bitching about my SKOAL, that I could have handled. The thing is there was this spear thrower, who had no idea of what he was doing. He could not find a usable vein. Yet the previous night, a sweet nurse named Mallory, found veins but was knowledgeable about getting the IV going. This was a common theme from the word start. But I am out and slowly recovering. It was no fun, my body is still very weak, and not firing on all 8. You'd think, that medical people, working on people would have a lot more knowledge to conditions, before being put into the game. I should be up to par this weekend, that is if I don't go back into the hospital.