WebKittyn Warbles

Dig this, this is hard to beat.

I had the worst night Thursday night. Was up all night in agony. I finally gave up yesterday morning and went to the ER at Kingston Hospital were my dad is.

We gpt there at 10 and they pretty much went to town. They took an unglodly amount of blood, leaving the thing in me for later use.

I had an EKG. I had a CAT scan. I had blood drawn from my arterey to check blood gasses. I had chest x-rays, heart x-rays...

Somewhere around 7 pm they came in to tell me not only was I being admitted, I had the honour of going into a private 'isolation' room with special venting and requiring all visitors and staff to wear masks, gloves and gowns.

Why?

They believe I have .....................

Get ready.....

Tuberculosis.

Excuse me? I didn't even think people GOT TB anymore.

They gave me this test, it's a shot of some shit under the skin and if it's positive it's supposed to swell up bad. I'm tempted to get a black pen and write TB in big letters over the infection site.

Seems I have water on my lungs as well.

Meanwhile my dad is down at the other end of the floor with the non-contaminated people.

I should be terrified but the people in this place are really amazing. The Dr. who just drew the arterial blood had been in to visit me a few times and everyone looks silly in a yellow gown.

It is a tad lonely even though the wifi helps a lot. If anyone wants to call me, best time is after 5, the number is 845 331 3131 Room 309A. Incoming calls only run till 9 so if you want to leave me your number I can call later.

Don't visit, no one can come in here anyway in contamination land but hell, a card is always nice! (grins)

Under all the bravado I'm pretty fucken terrified so support is nice. Don't be like me, don't think just because all seems well on the outside that all is well on the inside.

My mother just got here. I'll be back.