HOSPITAL STAY

SUNDAY MORNING MIKE WOKE ME UP WINCING IN PAIN.  HE WAS NOT ABLE TO MOVE HIS LEGS AT ALL, AND HE SAID HIS BACK HURT REALLY BAD.  I PUT HEAT ON IT TO SEE IF THAT WOULD HELP, BUT TO NO AVAIL. MIKE NEVER COMPLAINS ABOUT PAIN, SO I KNEW THIS WAS SERIOUS.   I STARTED CALLING MY SISTER, AND A WONDERFUL BROTHER FROM MY K. H. TO SEE IF THEY TOGETHER WITH ME COULD LIFT MIKE INTO MY CAR SO I COULD TAKE HIM TO THE E.R.  NOT HAPPENING.  HE WAS JUST IN TOO MUCH PAIN.  PLAN B WAS THEN EMPLIMENTED-CALL 911.  THAT WAS A BIT OF A FIASCO IF I MUST SAY SO MYSELF.  THEY FIRST TRIED TO BRING THE GURNEY INTO MY BED ROOM.  NOT ENOUGH SPACE. NEXT THEY TRIED THIS YELLOW TWO PIECE CONTRAPTION THAT THEY HAD TO ROLL HIM ONTO (OUCH), BUT THAT TOO FAILED TO GET THE JOB DONE.  NEXT THEY BROUGHT IN THIS BLUE TARP LOOKING FABRIC STRETCHER WITH HANDLES, AND AGAIN GOT HIM TO ROLL ONTO THAT.  WELL, PROBLEM WITH THAT  WAS  IT WAS A 4 MAN (OR WOMAN ) JOB, SO I HAD TO PITCH IN AND CARRY HIS LEGS AND MANEUVER HIM INTO THE LIVING ROOM WHERE THEY WERE FINALLY ABLE TO LAY HIM ONTO THE GURNEY.  OF COURSE I DID NOT HAVE TIME TO FIND MY BACK BRACE LET ALONE PUT IT ON, SO FOR THE PAST TWO DAYS I HAVE BEEN IN  HORRIBLE BACK PAIN MYSELF.  NO MATTER-MIKE WAS HIS USUAL FUNNY SELF IN THE E.R. . WHEN THE BLOOD PRESSURE MACHINE WENT OFF HE WANTED TO KNOW WHAT THAT WAS, SO I TOLD HIM THAT IT SQUEEZES YOUR ARM TO SEE WHAT YOUR BLOOD PRESSURE IS AND THEN IT GIVES A READ OUT.  THIS WAS ONE OF THE FUNNIEST PARTS OF HIS HOSPITAL STAY (OH YES-THERE WERE SEVERAL MORE).  A FEW MINUTES LATER HE LIFTS UP HIS ARM, AND STARTS TURNING IT FROM SIDE TO SIDE-STUDYING IT VERY INTENTLY.  I FINALLY HAD TO ASK WHAT HE WAS DOING, AND HERE WAS HIS REPLY "I'M LOOKING FOR THE BLOOD PRESSURE READOUT".  I THEN EXPLAINED TRYING HARD AS I COULD NOT TO L.O.L. THAT IT WOULD APPEAR ON THE MONITOR-NOT HIS ARM. IF I WERE NOT STILL SO TIRED I WOULD GO ON AS THERE IS SO MUCH MORE TO TELL-BUT I NEED TO REST NOW, SO TILL LATER-JUST ME