Denise1952
Well-known Member
on The Way to the Forum! Oh wait, that was a movie, I mean, a funny thing happened on the way to surgery:sentimental:
I'm feeling much better and ready to share a little something about my great "adventure". Now as far as I know, this all really happened. I was "under the influence" at times, so you should keep that in mind.
I guess we'll start at the beginning k? I was born in.. (oops, that's too far, fast-forward) ..I mean I landed in the ER on Monday, July 7th (2014
) and I knew something wasn't right with my pacemaker because I couldn't walk uphill, or do stairs, for about the last, 3 weeks. Not without running out of "wind", and feeling as if I were going to black out. I'd been through this twice before since '97, so I recognized the symptoms, time for my "bionics" to be upgraded! So I put in a call to Reta, my friend from high-school, and the closest friend geographically, that I figured could drive me into town. Of course she was willing, and so I grabbed a quick shower, and was ready to head out when she got here (I also got dressed, I knew you were wondering).
It was fun getting to visit Reta, and the trip was uneventful (only, 5 miles). We came into ER, and I stood inline for just a couple of minutes, and was then signed in, and sat down for a "probably" long wait. Surprisingly, I was called in within about 5 minutes, and put into one of the ER cubicles. Reta wouldn't go home, and I am so glad she didn't as I look back. She was really there for me, and while different folks came in, to do different tests, we bs'd. At one point, her and I happened to be alone in the room, with the front curtain half open. I could see a couple of people working on computers, one being a particularly, handsome, young man. I thought "ah, he could be my grandson"! Ok, so that wasn't my first thought
Reta and I continued yackin about one thing or another, as I lay curled up in sort of a fecal position, wait, that's "fetal". Out of nowhere, I coughed and ripped a big one at the same time (don't tell me that's never happened to any of you). I was horrified, and glanced out to see if "anyone" had heard it, but there wasn't anything moving around out there, maybe it asphyxiated them all:awman: I'm certain that wasn't going to be covered on my insurance. Even so, Reta and I went into hysterics laughing. We tried hard to stop, but she was grabbing tissues because we were both crying, and laughing at the same time. This went on for about, well, an eternity. When we finally started to return to our normal, well-behaved state (yeah right), out of no where, you guessed it, another HUGE, involuntary thunder-blast. This time I looked up to see if I'd shot anyone, and the handsome feller was peaking around his computer-monitor with a big smile. This of course set Reta and I off again, another box of kleenex please, and even more out of control.
A young gal that was sitting out there as well, came in giggling, saying we were just having too much fun. I told her I could just die right now and be done with it. I was so embarrassed that the young man had heard it all. She just laughed more and went back out to talk to him. They were both giggling now, trying to do their work. She did thank me because she said they really needed that laugh, so I feel I did my part in "helping others" for the day
more later.. (at least I warn you guys)
Denise
PS Please feel welcome to share anything you like, I have kleenex handy:sentimental:
I'm feeling much better and ready to share a little something about my great "adventure". Now as far as I know, this all really happened. I was "under the influence" at times, so you should keep that in mind.
I guess we'll start at the beginning k? I was born in.. (oops, that's too far, fast-forward) ..I mean I landed in the ER on Monday, July 7th (2014
) and I knew something wasn't right with my pacemaker because I couldn't walk uphill, or do stairs, for about the last, 3 weeks. Not without running out of "wind", and feeling as if I were going to black out. I'd been through this twice before since '97, so I recognized the symptoms, time for my "bionics" to be upgraded! So I put in a call to Reta, my friend from high-school, and the closest friend geographically, that I figured could drive me into town. Of course she was willing, and so I grabbed a quick shower, and was ready to head out when she got here (I also got dressed, I knew you were wondering).It was fun getting to visit Reta, and the trip was uneventful (only, 5 miles). We came into ER, and I stood inline for just a couple of minutes, and was then signed in, and sat down for a "probably" long wait. Surprisingly, I was called in within about 5 minutes, and put into one of the ER cubicles. Reta wouldn't go home, and I am so glad she didn't as I look back. She was really there for me, and while different folks came in, to do different tests, we bs'd. At one point, her and I happened to be alone in the room, with the front curtain half open. I could see a couple of people working on computers, one being a particularly, handsome, young man. I thought "ah, he could be my grandson"! Ok, so that wasn't my first thought
Reta and I continued yackin about one thing or another, as I lay curled up in sort of a fecal position, wait, that's "fetal". Out of nowhere, I coughed and ripped a big one at the same time (don't tell me that's never happened to any of you). I was horrified, and glanced out to see if "anyone" had heard it, but there wasn't anything moving around out there, maybe it asphyxiated them all:awman: I'm certain that wasn't going to be covered on my insurance. Even so, Reta and I went into hysterics laughing. We tried hard to stop, but she was grabbing tissues because we were both crying, and laughing at the same time. This went on for about, well, an eternity. When we finally started to return to our normal, well-behaved state (yeah right), out of no where, you guessed it, another HUGE, involuntary thunder-blast. This time I looked up to see if I'd shot anyone, and the handsome feller was peaking around his computer-monitor with a big smile. This of course set Reta and I off again, another box of kleenex please, and even more out of control.
A young gal that was sitting out there as well, came in giggling, saying we were just having too much fun. I told her I could just die right now and be done with it. I was so embarrassed that the young man had heard it all. She just laughed more and went back out to talk to him. They were both giggling now, trying to do their work. She did thank me because she said they really needed that laugh, so I feel I did my part in "helping others" for the day
more later.. (at least I warn you guys)
Denise
PS Please feel welcome to share anything you like, I have kleenex handy:sentimental:
