My life in hospitals

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I didn’t get any sleep at all Tuesday night, because I had this throbbing pain in my calf and I began to worry it was a blood clot.

But I had to work Wednesday morning, and then I was supposed to drive to a friend’s house for a few days off. Instead, I spent several hours in Penn’s emergency room. They finally said they couldn’t find anything on the ultrasound, but my blood test came back positive. So I’m supposed to have a followup.

I’m not all that worried, because I quickly came across research showing a high false-positive test in people over 60.

The guy who took my blood told me he voted for Gary Johnson. “I really wanted Bernie, and I hate Hillary. No way was I voting for her,” he said.

“You’re voting as if we have a parliamentary system. You handed your vote to Trump,” I said, testy.

“That’s what we need: a third party,” he said.

“And how do we do that without a constitutional convention, which is exactly what the Kochs and the Mercers want?” I said. “Most states are controlled by Republicans. You have no fucking idea what harm that could do.” I could feel my blood boil.

That why I’m off to a friend’s house today, and I am going to try to unplug for a few days. Boohunney and Ron will be filling in, so be good and don’t wreck the place while I’m gone. No keggers!

3 Responses to My life in hospitals

  1. Lless August 17, 2017 at 10:49 am #

    I am buying the keg! Susie’s place tonight at 8 PM.

  2. Imhotep August 17, 2017 at 11:29 am #

    When people lose in war or politics they shouldn’t try to rehabilitate themselves by writing books or building monuments.

    When people over 60 wake up in the morning, they have just experienced the high point of their day.

  3. Doug in Oakland August 17, 2017 at 3:19 pm #

    Be careful about boiling your blood when they are looking for blood clots. I had a blood clot that turned into a stroke, and boy howdy you don’t wanna have that happen. It can ruin your whole day.

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