I just got home from the hospital yesterday. I'm a bit loopy yet, off kilter, running on a blip of a cylinder, but I'm home. It was a long 30-some days of illness. In reality, it was an illness gone wrong by antibiotics my body could not handle.
I have not been sick for years, and well, the Z-pack as they call it tore me up literally, after getting over the pneumonia. I tried telling the ER people that the first trip. They sent us home with more pills, even stronger than the last (blooting my innards to a point of non-function).
Second trip to ER - more xrays, more everything, they put in an NG tube (a tube they insert into your nose and down into your stomach to "deflate" it, and you must be awake and participate to get it in correctly) and ambulanced me to another hospital. There, they continued the higher, more potent drug, and added yet another.
