Life is Fragile

over 3 years ago (Edited)

Everything seemed alright. It's been three months since that bout in the hospital. I've been seeing the therapist for while. Everything points to a good recovery. Until Sunday evening...

Dizzy

Then this feeling of clamminess... I'm feeling dizzy.

Let me get some air! Opened the backyard door... ah.. cold air. A few sniffs... the dizziness is escalating!

I walk back to the living room. Should I call Kaiser? My purse, where's my purse. OMG, I'm feeling so dizzy.

I unlatched the front door and sit. Clutching on to my Kaiser card, I call 911.

"Hurry...hurry...need help.... ambulance... the door is unlatched." I can't !!! I just have to give them my address. Oh please, Lord. "1...6...4...1...Goode..."

I think I passed out. * * * * *

"We're taking you to Kaiser Emergency."

I can feel. That's good. My eyes are closed but I can feel the ambulance speeding. I'll be alright.

Emergency Room

So much commotion! I am being transferred to another bed. I cannot open my eyes. But I am safe now. I'll be alright.

"Can you hear me? I am Dr. Wright. We got you."

Everything seems to be happening so fast! A needle pick here, something to my finger, a cold stick to multiple parts of my bosom... it appears to be so much confusion and noisy disturbance... and before I know it I am being engulfed in what is like a soft bubble of clouds ...

"We are going for a CT scan."

Observation Room

I must have fallen asleep. What time is it? Where am I? Did they lock my front door?

Phone.... cool, I have my phone.

Where am I?

I am dizzy and sleepy. Is there anyone here? Ah... there's someone ... I can hear them. I'm very exhausted and groggy... can't keep my eyes open. * * * * *

A tap in my shoulder wakes me up. "Do you remember me, I'm Dr, Wright. How are feeling?"

He is saying many things and I'm listening intently... "and we'll have to take a brain MRI."

Holding Room

Now they are transferring me to a Holding Room, an extension of the Emergency Room, pretty much the same as any room. The room clock says 2:55... AM or PM? Hmmm... I remember it was about six PM when things started to happen. I say my night prayers. I fall asleep.

The Next Day

I feel groggy. Where am I? OMG!!!

It must be morning. It is so quiet. 9:45 AM. My God! I've been here... almost how many hours now? Phone... I've got to tell someone. I'll call Grace.

So this is where I stay while I wait... for the result? It is so quiet here.

"Hello, good morning! I'm your nurse! How are you doing? Let's have you eat breakfast. Then I'll have you brought over to MRI. They are ready for you!"

She brings me a tray of food. I'm hungry!

MRI

Through doorways, aisles, and corridors, the hospital seems deserted, save a few staff. This place is big!

We finally made it to the MRI place. Two technicians welcomed me, then started preparations for the MRI.

Some of you may have had MRIs, or have you experienced MRI? Well, it's one of the scariest of procedure for me. I've been having them for always, and I can never get used to it. It is scary because you are laying down constrained to prevent you from moving for 15 minutes in this too-tight place that gets you claustrophobic and all, plus a very loud thumping, beeping sound... for 15 minutes!

Twentyfive minutes after, they have me in a wheelchair and a very warm blanket on my shoulder and all, ready for pick up to go back to my room.

Back to the Room

Waiting for me is the senior therapist. I spend some 45 minutes with him. Then comes the doctor. "Hi, Lita ... blah, blah, blah." Okay I get it!!!

It 1:15 PM. They have me take lunch!

Then I slept.

Going Home

Grace picked me up from the hospital and brought me home. The drive home was indicative of how I feel. I made an arrangement for a maid to stay with me 24/7.

Life goes on. Life is so fragile.

Everyday life hangs lightly in a delicate balance;

Where nothing should be left to chance;

And time should not be taken for granted...like it's something free,

Even though our problems can overwhelm us...we need to let them be;

And realize with God as our director, he'll always see us through,

Life always needs to be nurtured & cherished too;

Where we care enough for others & lend a helping hand;

So we can hold & treasure life, before it drifts away like sand.

You realize life is fragile-when you see love in another's eyes,

You realize life is fragile -when looking at a newborn child,

You realize life is fragile-when you see the beauty of nature,

You realize life is fragile-when you look at the sick, dying or elderly,

You realize life is fragile-when you see poverty & homelessness;

Thus Life is Fragile-Handle With Care.