All last weekend when I was working I wasn't feeling the best, and before I left work Monday morning I was really feeling miserable. The ER staff complained that I was taking too long to get down there, but I just didn't feel like rushing down there.
Little did I know this little bacteria decided to settle in my Duodenum and cause a bleed there. No wonder I was feeling so miserable, all this blood was filling up my stomach, and when I woke up on Monday it all came out both ends -- frank blood.
I wabbled into ER, bipased the front desk and triage because I work here and I can, and I said, "I need a stat IV and something to keep me from puking."
Well, here I sit all day, perfectly fine, watching TV all day. My Hemoglobin is hanging around 9.0, so my doctor won't let me go home. My kids weren't too thrilled about that. Neither was I, to be honest."How the hell did I get that?" I asked the doc.
"Just luck of the draw," he said.
"You mean bad luck," I said.
Well, I get spoiled here anyway. More later.