Kind of Scary

I was brought to the hospital yesterday noon. The alarm of what I was feeling prompted me to ask Papsie to fetch me from work and bring me to the hospital. This was after the company nurse checked my BP which was 150/100. The fact that it’s gone high and I feel drowsy and my shoulders felt like there were weights on it probably caused it to rise more.

Papsie chose Capitol Medical Center because it was nearer than St. Luke’s. I walked towards the ER because he had to park the car. I might have not probably look like I am an emergency case that is why those at the info didn’t take notice at once. They continued talking for a while before asking me what I needed. The attendant was alarmed when I told her I need to have my BP checked because I feel awful.

My BP rose to170/110. It went down to 140/90 after an hour of administering a drug that I have to put under my tongue. Papsie was clowning during the time telling me that I must not worry too much about the kids just because he will be the one left. He told me that he’d probably send Kay to Japan or let Daryl be a manwhore. We laughed excitedly and he told me seriously afterwards, “Do not worry. Do not think so much about the kids.” I replied telling him that I am not worrying but I was not really good at hiding feelings. It was too late to keep from him what I was really feeling because a tear fell. He teased me all the more and told me, “Plastic!”

I tried to keep my attention from what I hear from the other bed which was separated from my bed with a curtain. An eighty-year old woman was there and she kept mumbling about things – from the medicine being given to her to the tests to who’s going to keep watch over her. She must have a still very active brain despite the age.

Then there was a woman rushed into the ER shaking like she has malaria. Papsie and I found it odd why the doctors had to ask silly questions to a patient not sound enough to answer. She was trembling and they were asking her ‘why she is trembling’ and ‘what is wrong with her’. Silly resident doctors. I know that there is an SOP but those questions are so ridiculous. Papsie was laughing silently and motioned a spiraling finger to his head to signal the absurdity. Then they gave oxygen that pacified the patient. They could have given that earlier.

We went home when I was stable already. Papsie was puzzled what the doctor said when he asked if I needed to undergo tests. The doctor said that what is needed is regular BP monitoring only and the tests cannot help lowering the BP. I was not really myself that’s why I chose to be silent and not argue. I just told the doctor that I will return and talk to our medical coordinator. Also, I wanted to go home. I really do not like hospitals. Kinda scary.

At home I felt more protected. And got even more by this. But was a little troubled by this, and prayed to God to extend my time a little. They still need me.