They couldn't figure out what they could give me
to fight the infection because I'd already been
given so many antibiotics that they couldn't get
a bacteria from my urine to grow in the laboratory.
so they figured the infection was to all intent
and purposes must be gone.
Believe it or not, it soon became secondary when I
had the life-threatening reaction to the pneumonia
vaccine, then to the prednisone they gave me to save
my life, which has had me pretty much flat on my
back ever since...
I think they'd rather not have me around as a reminder
that they'd given me the vaccine for no real reason,
or that they didn't know how to treat me when I
returned the next day via ambulance, or that I had
the secondary reaction that embarrassed them as well.
Ah! hadn't mentioned that the vaccine made my temp.
spike so high all the skin blistered in my nose and
mouth that they had to put me on morphine drip
LOL Yes.. that was the condition I was in when I was
discharged the second time. ;grin:
I was given a fist full of scripts, and told to
follow up with 2 doctors who refused to treat me
because they didn't take my insurance.
For the record, I had to be taken into a pharmacy in
a transport chair to fill my own prescriptions, and
while there happened upon a product called "KANKA"
that plastic-coated the inside of my mouth until
the skin started growing back so I could eat.
Life is good!
The reoccurrence of the kidney infection was pretty
much a surprise to everyone.
Well.. I felt it coming on, you know when you're
running a fever, but couldn't even afford to buy a
thermometer to verify the fever to replace the one
I lost in the move.
Funny how the loss of such mundane stuff has such
an impact. I sorely miss so many things mostly books
and crafts stuff, even the silly painting I made for Ted.