Shingles # 3 The saga continues


So after finally getting the meds and charging my cell phone and Kindle, I settled down for an overnight stay in the hospital.  At least this round I wasn't labeled a falling risk so I could get up to go to the bathroom on my own.

The charge nurse for this round was a cheerful young blond who was trying her best to infuse me with optimism.  Although  am generally a cheerful optimist myself, I wasn't feeling it so much.  I am sure I was being more of a cynical obnoxious know-it-all.  Nurse Cheerful tried her darnedest  saying thing like, "at least you finally got your anti-viral, " and "Aren't you glad you got one of our newly redecorated room?" and "Well, you just have to make the best of things."  Well, no, Nurse cheerful, I am still pissed that I had to wait so long for the med.  I'm not all that thrilled with my nicely re-decorated room since it is very firmly inside a hospital rather than my house, plus, I would rather my insurance pay for a pager system that works rather than the lovey wall sconces and nicely upholstered visitor chair.  And finally, I absolutely don't have to make the best of things if I don't want to!!

Poor Nurse Cheerful.  Fortunately for her, the attending doctor came to see me at about 10:30 with his own entourage of shot-coat interns  The doctor said I could leave, and he gave me scrip for oral, meds.  Then he said the most astounding thing. He said, " these eds work better orally, anyway."  So that mean my doctor could have sent me home with a prescription and I could have gotten on the meds sooner and not had to deal wit the hospital?!!

The other thing that is rather ironic, is that I was admitted to the hospital on March 31st, and on April first, I was finally enrolled in Medicare.

So I was sent home with oral medication and an increasingly swollen face

Lovely!

Fortunately, I had no clients scheduled since I was supposed to be out of town.  My whole face hurt even though the actual infection was only on one side.  If that wasn't bad enough, another new development about sent me over the edge.   

There I was, minding my own business, when suddenly an invisible intruder took a hot poker, ran it down the side of my nose, shoved it into my eye and stirred my brains around for what felt like several minutes.  

The pain stopped, but I was thoroughly freaked out.  What was this?  Would it happen again?  

Stay tuned for the next installment of ...whatever this is to find out.