Where to begin? Oh, sure---at the beginning, the problem is I don’t know where it began; and I don’t know where it will end. Maybe it was all just life, just another blip on many years of ups and downs. This does feel different though. I guess I won’t know for awhile. Perhaps it will never end. Perhaps it is all just star dust.
A few days before Dec. 19, I started feeling sick. Now I don’t do sick. My stomach felt queasy, and as I had recently posted (or commented somewhere), I have never vomited. I vomited. To describe what it looked like would be too horrific; but suffice to say it looked bad, dangerous-bad. Oh, and I was unable to hold water down, unable to swallow my Zanaflex (for my MS spasticity, which I have taken 6x/day for 10 years) which keeps me from being rigid. Oh, and my heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode like Alien from my chest. I don’t get sick though and simply thought “it” would pass.
This all was taking place during one of the worst winter storms Seattle had ever known. Seattle doesn’t “do” snow/ice/cold storms. Apparently if one survives long enough, then one will do it all. (I’ll ask Aunt Vi---102 on Feb. 12th.)
My always prompt caregiver, who would be many miles away the following week on vacation to visit her parents (Oh, right, Christmas was coming.) heard of my sickness and was valiantly trying to drive up/down the ice sheeted hills of Seattle, in an effort to get to me. Finally she parked and walked through the snow (buses had pulled over and cars were playing fender-bender tag on the slick streets) almost a mile to get to me. She quickly agreed that indeed I was sick.
My neurologist got the first call (a call she will never get again) and I could not speak to her but her assistant told me to stop taking the Zanaflex (?? Had she heard a word I said? And “do you have any anti-nausea medicine?”). Next call was to my Dr. Captain who told me to go to the closest ER and get admitted to the hospital. “What COULD it be?” I asked.
“Well, it is either something very serious or just a virus that has to run its course.” The concern was that the vomit seemed to have blood in it. The final call was 911, during the worst snow storm Seattle had seen in years. I would never see a snow flake fall.
To Be Continued...
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Seattle Perfect Storm for Multiple Sclerosis Adventure
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Where to begin? Oh, sure---at the beginning, the problem is I don’t know where it began; and I don’t know where it will end. Maybe it was all just life, just another blip on many years of ups and downs. This does feel different though. I guess I won’t know for awhile. Perhaps it will never end. Perhaps it is all just star dust.
A few days before Dec. 19, I started feeling sick. Now I don’t do sick. My stomach felt queasy, and as I had recently posted (or commented somewhere), I have never vomited. I vomited. To describe what it looked like would be too horrific; but suffice to say it looked bad, dangerous-bad. Oh, and I was unable to hold water down, unable to swallow my Zanaflex (for my MS spasticity, which I have taken 6x/day for 10 years) which keeps me from being rigid. Oh, and my heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode like Alien from my chest. I don’t get sick though and simply thought “it” would pass.
This all was taking place during one of the worst winter storms Seattle had ever known. Seattle doesn’t “do” snow/ice/cold storms. Apparently if one survives long enough, then one will do it all. (I’ll ask Aunt Vi---102 on Feb. 12th.)
My always prompt caregiver, who would be many miles away the following week on vacation to visit her parents (Oh, right, Christmas was coming.) heard of my sickness and was valiantly trying to drive up/down the ice sheeted hills of Seattle, in an effort to get to me. Finally she parked and walked through the snow (buses had pulled over and cars were playing fender-bender tag on the slick streets) almost a mile to get to me. She quickly agreed that indeed I was sick.
My neurologist got the first call (a call she will never get again) and I could not speak to her but her assistant told me to stop taking the Zanaflex (?? Had she heard a word I said? And “do you have any anti-nausea medicine?”). Next call was to my Dr. Captain who told me to go to the closest ER and get admitted to the hospital. “What COULD it be?” I asked.
“Well, it is either something very serious or just a virus that has to run its course.” The concern was that the vomit seemed to have blood in it. The final call was 911, during the worst snow storm Seattle had seen in years. I would never see a snow flake fall.
To Be Continued...
Where to begin? Oh, sure---at the beginning, the problem is I don’t know where it began; and I don’t know where it will end. Maybe it was all just life, just another blip on many years of ups and downs. This does feel different though. I guess I won’t know for awhile. Perhaps it will never end. Perhaps it is all just star dust.
A few days before Dec. 19, I started feeling sick. Now I don’t do sick. My stomach felt queasy, and as I had recently posted (or commented somewhere), I have never vomited. I vomited. To describe what it looked like would be too horrific; but suffice to say it looked bad, dangerous-bad. Oh, and I was unable to hold water down, unable to swallow my Zanaflex (for my MS spasticity, which I have taken 6x/day for 10 years) which keeps me from being rigid. Oh, and my heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode like Alien from my chest. I don’t get sick though and simply thought “it” would pass.
This all was taking place during one of the worst winter storms Seattle had ever known. Seattle doesn’t “do” snow/ice/cold storms. Apparently if one survives long enough, then one will do it all. (I’ll ask Aunt Vi---102 on Feb. 12th.)
My always prompt caregiver, who would be many miles away the following week on vacation to visit her parents (Oh, right, Christmas was coming.) heard of my sickness and was valiantly trying to drive up/down the ice sheeted hills of Seattle, in an effort to get to me. Finally she parked and walked through the snow (buses had pulled over and cars were playing fender-bender tag on the slick streets) almost a mile to get to me. She quickly agreed that indeed I was sick.
My neurologist got the first call (a call she will never get again) and I could not speak to her but her assistant told me to stop taking the Zanaflex (?? Had she heard a word I said? And “do you have any anti-nausea medicine?”). Next call was to my Dr. Captain who told me to go to the closest ER and get admitted to the hospital. “What COULD it be?” I asked.
“Well, it is either something very serious or just a virus that has to run its course.” The concern was that the vomit seemed to have blood in it. The final call was 911, during the worst snow storm Seattle had seen in years. I would never see a snow flake fall.
To Be Continued...
Where to begin? Oh, sure---at the beginning, the problem is I don’t know where it began; and I don’t know where it will end. Maybe it was all just life, just another blip on many years of ups and downs. This does feel different though. I guess I won’t know for awhile. Perhaps it will never end. Perhaps it is all just star dust.
A few days before Dec. 19, I started feeling sick. Now I don’t do sick. My stomach felt queasy, and as I had recently posted (or commented somewhere), I have never vomited. I vomited. To describe what it looked like would be too horrific; but suffice to say it looked bad, dangerous-bad. Oh, and I was unable to hold water down, unable to swallow my Zanaflex (for my MS spasticity, which I have taken 6x/day for 10 years) which keeps me from being rigid. Oh, and my heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode like Alien from my chest. I don’t get sick though and simply thought “it” would pass.
This all was taking place during one of the worst winter storms Seattle had ever known. Seattle doesn’t “do” snow/ice/cold storms. Apparently if one survives long enough, then one will do it all. (I’ll ask Aunt Vi---102 on Feb. 12th.)
My always prompt caregiver, who would be many miles away the following week on vacation to visit her parents (Oh, right, Christmas was coming.) heard of my sickness and was valiantly trying to drive up/down the ice sheeted hills of Seattle, in an effort to get to me. Finally she parked and walked through the snow (buses had pulled over and cars were playing fender-bender tag on the slick streets) almost a mile to get to me. She quickly agreed that indeed I was sick.
My neurologist got the first call (a call she will never get again) and I could not speak to her but her assistant told me to stop taking the Zanaflex (?? Had she heard a word I said? And “do you have any anti-nausea medicine?”). Next call was to my Dr. Captain who told me to go to the closest ER and get admitted to the hospital. “What COULD it be?” I asked.
“Well, it is either something very serious or just a virus that has to run its course.” The concern was that the vomit seemed to have blood in it. The final call was 911, during the worst snow storm Seattle had seen in years. I would never see a snow flake fall.
To Be Continued...
Where to begin? Oh, sure---at the beginning, the problem is I don’t know where it began; and I don’t know where it will end. Maybe it was all just life, just another blip on many years of ups and downs. This does feel different though. I guess I won’t know for awhile. Perhaps it will never end. Perhaps it is all just star dust.
A few days before Dec. 19, I started feeling sick. Now I don’t do sick. My stomach felt queasy, and as I had recently posted (or commented somewhere), I have never vomited. I vomited. To describe what it looked like would be too horrific; but suffice to say it looked bad, dangerous-bad. Oh, and I was unable to hold water down, unable to swallow my Zanaflex (for my MS spasticity, which I have taken 6x/day for 10 years) which keeps me from being rigid. Oh, and my heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode like Alien from my chest. I don’t get sick though and simply thought “it” would pass.
This all was taking place during one of the worst winter storms Seattle had ever known. Seattle doesn’t “do” snow/ice/cold storms. Apparently if one survives long enough, then one will do it all. (I’ll ask Aunt Vi---102 on Feb. 12th.)
My always prompt caregiver, who would be many miles away the following week on vacation to visit her parents (Oh, right, Christmas was coming.) heard of my sickness and was valiantly trying to drive up/down the ice sheeted hills of Seattle, in an effort to get to me. Finally she parked and walked through the snow (buses had pulled over and cars were playing fender-bender tag on the slick streets) almost a mile to get to me. She quickly agreed that indeed I was sick.
My neurologist got the first call (a call she will never get again) and I could not speak to her but her assistant told me to stop taking the Zanaflex (?? Had she heard a word I said? And “do you have any anti-nausea medicine?”). Next call was to my Dr. Captain who told me to go to the closest ER and get admitted to the hospital. “What COULD it be?” I asked.
“Well, it is either something very serious or just a virus that has to run its course.” The concern was that the vomit seemed to have blood in it. The final call was 911, during the worst snow storm Seattle had seen in years. I would never see a snow flake fall.
To Be Continued...
Where to begin? Oh, sure---at the beginning, the problem is I don’t know where it began; and I don’t know where it will end. Maybe it was all just life, just another blip on many years of ups and downs. This does feel different though. I guess I won’t know for awhile. Perhaps it will never end. Perhaps it is all just star dust.
A few days before Dec. 19, I started feeling sick. Now I don’t do sick. My stomach felt queasy, and as I had recently posted (or commented somewhere), I have never vomited. I vomited. To describe what it looked like would be too horrific; but suffice to say it looked bad, dangerous-bad. Oh, and I was unable to hold water down, unable to swallow my Zanaflex (for my MS spasticity, which I have taken 6x/day for 10 years) which keeps me from being rigid. Oh, and my heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode like Alien from my chest. I don’t get sick though and simply thought “it” would pass.
This all was taking place during one of the worst winter storms Seattle had ever known. Seattle doesn’t “do” snow/ice/cold storms. Apparently if one survives long enough, then one will do it all. (I’ll ask Aunt Vi---102 on Feb. 12th.)
My always prompt caregiver, who would be many miles away the following week on vacation to visit her parents (Oh, right, Christmas was coming.) heard of my sickness and was valiantly trying to drive up/down the ice sheeted hills of Seattle, in an effort to get to me. Finally she parked and walked through the snow (buses had pulled over and cars were playing fender-bender tag on the slick streets) almost a mile to get to me. She quickly agreed that indeed I was sick.
My neurologist got the first call (a call she will never get again) and I could not speak to her but her assistant told me to stop taking the Zanaflex (?? Had she heard a word I said? And “do you have any anti-nausea medicine?”). Next call was to my Dr. Captain who told me to go to the closest ER and get admitted to the hospital. “What COULD it be?” I asked.
“Well, it is either something very serious or just a virus that has to run its course.” The concern was that the vomit seemed to have blood in it. The final call was 911, during the worst snow storm Seattle had seen in years. I would never see a snow flake fall.
To Be Continued...
Where to begin? Oh, sure---at the beginning, the problem is I don’t know where it began; and I don’t know where it will end. Maybe it was all just life, just another blip on many years of ups and downs. This does feel different though. I guess I won’t know for awhile. Perhaps it will never end. Perhaps it is all just star dust.
A few days before Dec. 19, I started feeling sick. Now I don’t do sick. My stomach felt queasy, and as I had recently posted (or commented somewhere), I have never vomited. I vomited. To describe what it looked like would be too horrific; but suffice to say it looked bad, dangerous-bad. Oh, and I was unable to hold water down, unable to swallow my Zanaflex (for my MS spasticity, which I have taken 6x/day for 10 years) which keeps me from being rigid. Oh, and my heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode like Alien from my chest. I don’t get sick though and simply thought “it” would pass.
This all was taking place during one of the worst winter storms Seattle had ever known. Seattle doesn’t “do” snow/ice/cold storms. Apparently if one survives long enough, then one will do it all. (I’ll ask Aunt Vi---102 on Feb. 12th.)
My always prompt caregiver, who would be many miles away the following week on vacation to visit her parents (Oh, right, Christmas was coming.) heard of my sickness and was valiantly trying to drive up/down the ice sheeted hills of Seattle, in an effort to get to me. Finally she parked and walked through the snow (buses had pulled over and cars were playing fender-bender tag on the slick streets) almost a mile to get to me. She quickly agreed that indeed I was sick.
My neurologist got the first call (a call she will never get again) and I could not speak to her but her assistant told me to stop taking the Zanaflex (?? Had she heard a word I said? And “do you have any anti-nausea medicine?”). Next call was to my Dr. Captain who told me to go to the closest ER and get admitted to the hospital. “What COULD it be?” I asked.
“Well, it is either something very serious or just a virus that has to run its course.” The concern was that the vomit seemed to have blood in it. The final call was 911, during the worst snow storm Seattle had seen in years. I would never see a snow flake fall.
To Be Continued...
Where to begin? Oh, sure---at the beginning, the problem is I don’t know where it began; and I don’t know where it will end. Maybe it was all just life, just another blip on many years of ups and downs. This does feel different though. I guess I won’t know for awhile. Perhaps it will never end. Perhaps it is all just star dust.
A few days before Dec. 19, I started feeling sick. Now I don’t do sick. My stomach felt queasy, and as I had recently posted (or commented somewhere), I have never vomited. I vomited. To describe what it looked like would be too horrific; but suffice to say it looked bad, dangerous-bad. Oh, and I was unable to hold water down, unable to swallow my Zanaflex (for my MS spasticity, which I have taken 6x/day for 10 years) which keeps me from being rigid. Oh, and my heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode like Alien from my chest. I don’t get sick though and simply thought “it” would pass.
This all was taking place during one of the worst winter storms Seattle had ever known. Seattle doesn’t “do” snow/ice/cold storms. Apparently if one survives long enough, then one will do it all. (I’ll ask Aunt Vi---102 on Feb. 12th.)
My always prompt caregiver, who would be many miles away the following week on vacation to visit her parents (Oh, right, Christmas was coming.) heard of my sickness and was valiantly trying to drive up/down the ice sheeted hills of Seattle, in an effort to get to me. Finally she parked and walked through the snow (buses had pulled over and cars were playing fender-bender tag on the slick streets) almost a mile to get to me. She quickly agreed that indeed I was sick.
My neurologist got the first call (a call she will never get again) and I could not speak to her but her assistant told me to stop taking the Zanaflex (?? Had she heard a word I said? And “do you have any anti-nausea medicine?”). Next call was to my Dr. Captain who told me to go to the closest ER and get admitted to the hospital. “What COULD it be?” I asked.
“Well, it is either something very serious or just a virus that has to run its course.” The concern was that the vomit seemed to have blood in it. The final call was 911, during the worst snow storm Seattle had seen in years. I would never see a snow flake fall.
To Be Continued...
Where to begin? Oh, sure---at the beginning, the problem is I don’t know where it began; and I don’t know where it will end. Maybe it was all just life, just another blip on many years of ups and downs. This does feel different though. I guess I won’t know for awhile. Perhaps it will never end. Perhaps it is all just star dust.
A few days before Dec. 19, I started feeling sick. Now I don’t do sick. My stomach felt queasy, and as I had recently posted (or commented somewhere), I have never vomited. I vomited. To describe what it looked like would be too horrific; but suffice to say it looked bad, dangerous-bad. Oh, and I was unable to hold water down, unable to swallow my Zanaflex (for my MS spasticity, which I have taken 6x/day for 10 years) which keeps me from being rigid. Oh, and my heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode like Alien from my chest. I don’t get sick though and simply thought “it” would pass.
This all was taking place during one of the worst winter storms Seattle had ever known. Seattle doesn’t “do” snow/ice/cold storms. Apparently if one survives long enough, then one will do it all. (I’ll ask Aunt Vi---102 on Feb. 12th.)
My always prompt caregiver, who would be many miles away the following week on vacation to visit her parents (Oh, right, Christmas was coming.) heard of my sickness and was valiantly trying to drive up/down the ice sheeted hills of Seattle, in an effort to get to me. Finally she parked and walked through the snow (buses had pulled over and cars were playing fender-bender tag on the slick streets) almost a mile to get to me. She quickly agreed that indeed I was sick.
My neurologist got the first call (a call she will never get again) and I could not speak to her but her assistant told me to stop taking the Zanaflex (?? Had she heard a word I said? And “do you have any anti-nausea medicine?”). Next call was to my Dr. Captain who told me to go to the closest ER and get admitted to the hospital. “What COULD it be?” I asked.
“Well, it is either something very serious or just a virus that has to run its course.” The concern was that the vomit seemed to have blood in it. The final call was 911, during the worst snow storm Seattle had seen in years. I would never see a snow flake fall.
To Be Continued...
Where to begin? Oh, sure---at the beginning, the problem is I don’t know where it began; and I don’t know where it will end. Maybe it was all just life, just another blip on many years of ups and downs. This does feel different though. I guess I won’t know for awhile. Perhaps it will never end. Perhaps it is all just star dust.
A few days before Dec. 19, I started feeling sick. Now I don’t do sick. My stomach felt queasy, and as I had recently posted (or commented somewhere), I have never vomited. I vomited. To describe what it looked like would be too horrific; but suffice to say it looked bad, dangerous-bad. Oh, and I was unable to hold water down, unable to swallow my Zanaflex (for my MS spasticity, which I have taken 6x/day for 10 years) which keeps me from being rigid. Oh, and my heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode like Alien from my chest. I don’t get sick though and simply thought “it” would pass.
This all was taking place during one of the worst winter storms Seattle had ever known. Seattle doesn’t “do” snow/ice/cold storms. Apparently if one survives long enough, then one will do it all. (I’ll ask Aunt Vi---102 on Feb. 12th.)
My always prompt caregiver, who would be many miles away the following week on vacation to visit her parents (Oh, right, Christmas was coming.) heard of my sickness and was valiantly trying to drive up/down the ice sheeted hills of Seattle, in an effort to get to me. Finally she parked and walked through the snow (buses had pulled over and cars were playing fender-bender tag on the slick streets) almost a mile to get to me. She quickly agreed that indeed I was sick.
My neurologist got the first call (a call she will never get again) and I could not speak to her but her assistant told me to stop taking the Zanaflex (?? Had she heard a word I said? And “do you have any anti-nausea medicine?”). Next call was to my Dr. Captain who told me to go to the closest ER and get admitted to the hospital. “What COULD it be?” I asked.
“Well, it is either something very serious or just a virus that has to run its course.” The concern was that the vomit seemed to have blood in it. The final call was 911, during the worst snow storm Seattle had seen in years. I would never see a snow flake fall.
To Be Continued...
Where to begin? Oh, sure---at the beginning, the problem is I don’t know where it began; and I don’t know where it will end. Maybe it was all just life, just another blip on many years of ups and downs. This does feel different though. I guess I won’t know for awhile. Perhaps it will never end. Perhaps it is all just star dust.
A few days before Dec. 19, I started feeling sick. Now I don’t do sick. My stomach felt queasy, and as I had recently posted (or commented somewhere), I have never vomited. I vomited. To describe what it looked like would be too horrific; but suffice to say it looked bad, dangerous-bad. Oh, and I was unable to hold water down, unable to swallow my Zanaflex (for my MS spasticity, which I have taken 6x/day for 10 years) which keeps me from being rigid. Oh, and my heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode like Alien from my chest. I don’t get sick though and simply thought “it” would pass.
This all was taking place during one of the worst winter storms Seattle had ever known. Seattle doesn’t “do” snow/ice/cold storms. Apparently if one survives long enough, then one will do it all. (I’ll ask Aunt Vi---102 on Feb. 12th.)
My always prompt caregiver, who would be many miles away the following week on vacation to visit her parents (Oh, right, Christmas was coming.) heard of my sickness and was valiantly trying to drive up/down the ice sheeted hills of Seattle, in an effort to get to me. Finally she parked and walked through the snow (buses had pulled over and cars were playing fender-bender tag on the slick streets) almost a mile to get to me. She quickly agreed that indeed I was sick.
My neurologist got the first call (a call she will never get again) and I could not speak to her but her assistant told me to stop taking the Zanaflex (?? Had she heard a word I said? And “do you have any anti-nausea medicine?”). Next call was to my Dr. Captain who told me to go to the closest ER and get admitted to the hospital. “What COULD it be?” I asked.
“Well, it is either something very serious or just a virus that has to run its course.” The concern was that the vomit seemed to have blood in it. The final call was 911, during the worst snow storm Seattle had seen in years. I would never see a snow flake fall.
To Be Continued...
Where to begin? Oh, sure---at the beginning, the problem is I don’t know where it began; and I don’t know where it will end. Maybe it was all just life, just another blip on many years of ups and downs. This does feel different though. I guess I won’t know for awhile. Perhaps it will never end. Perhaps it is all just star dust.
A few days before Dec. 19, I started feeling sick. Now I don’t do sick. My stomach felt queasy, and as I had recently posted (or commented somewhere), I have never vomited. I vomited. To describe what it looked like would be too horrific; but suffice to say it looked bad, dangerous-bad. Oh, and I was unable to hold water down, unable to swallow my Zanaflex (for my MS spasticity, which I have taken 6x/day for 10 years) which keeps me from being rigid. Oh, and my heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode like Alien from my chest. I don’t get sick though and simply thought “it” would pass.
This all was taking place during one of the worst winter storms Seattle had ever known. Seattle doesn’t “do” snow/ice/cold storms. Apparently if one survives long enough, then one will do it all. (I’ll ask Aunt Vi---102 on Feb. 12th.)
My always prompt caregiver, who would be many miles away the following week on vacation to visit her parents (Oh, right, Christmas was coming.) heard of my sickness and was valiantly trying to drive up/down the ice sheeted hills of Seattle, in an effort to get to me. Finally she parked and walked through the snow (buses had pulled over and cars were playing fender-bender tag on the slick streets) almost a mile to get to me. She quickly agreed that indeed I was sick.
My neurologist got the first call (a call she will never get again) and I could not speak to her but her assistant told me to stop taking the Zanaflex (?? Had she heard a word I said? And “do you have any anti-nausea medicine?”). Next call was to my Dr. Captain who told me to go to the closest ER and get admitted to the hospital. “What COULD it be?” I asked.
“Well, it is either something very serious or just a virus that has to run its course.” The concern was that the vomit seemed to have blood in it. The final call was 911, during the worst snow storm Seattle had seen in years. I would never see a snow flake fall.
To Be Continued...
Where to begin? Oh, sure---at the beginning, the problem is I don’t know where it began; and I don’t know where it will end. Maybe it was all just life, just another blip on many years of ups and downs. This does feel different though. I guess I won’t know for awhile. Perhaps it will never end. Perhaps it is all just star dust.
A few days before Dec. 19, I started feeling sick. Now I don’t do sick. My stomach felt queasy, and as I had recently posted (or commented somewhere), I have never vomited. I vomited. To describe what it looked like would be too horrific; but suffice to say it looked bad, dangerous-bad. Oh, and I was unable to hold water down, unable to swallow my Zanaflex (for my MS spasticity, which I have taken 6x/day for 10 years) which keeps me from being rigid. Oh, and my heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode like Alien from my chest. I don’t get sick though and simply thought “it” would pass.
This all was taking place during one of the worst winter storms Seattle had ever known. Seattle doesn’t “do” snow/ice/cold storms. Apparently if one survives long enough, then one will do it all. (I’ll ask Aunt Vi---102 on Feb. 12th.)
My always prompt caregiver, who would be many miles away the following week on vacation to visit her parents (Oh, right, Christmas was coming.) heard of my sickness and was valiantly trying to drive up/down the ice sheeted hills of Seattle, in an effort to get to me. Finally she parked and walked through the snow (buses had pulled over and cars were playing fender-bender tag on the slick streets) almost a mile to get to me. She quickly agreed that indeed I was sick.
My neurologist got the first call (a call she will never get again) and I could not speak to her but her assistant told me to stop taking the Zanaflex (?? Had she heard a word I said? And “do you have any anti-nausea medicine?”). Next call was to my Dr. Captain who told me to go to the closest ER and get admitted to the hospital. “What COULD it be?” I asked.
“Well, it is either something very serious or just a virus that has to run its course.” The concern was that the vomit seemed to have blood in it. The final call was 911, during the worst snow storm Seattle had seen in years. I would never see a snow flake fall.
To Be Continued...
Where to begin? Oh, sure---at the beginning, the problem is I don’t know where it began; and I don’t know where it will end. Maybe it was all just life, just another blip on many years of ups and downs. This does feel different though. I guess I won’t know for awhile. Perhaps it will never end. Perhaps it is all just star dust.
A few days before Dec. 19, I started feeling sick. Now I don’t do sick. My stomach felt queasy, and as I had recently posted (or commented somewhere), I have never vomited. I vomited. To describe what it looked like would be too horrific; but suffice to say it looked bad, dangerous-bad. Oh, and I was unable to hold water down, unable to swallow my Zanaflex (for my MS spasticity, which I have taken 6x/day for 10 years) which keeps me from being rigid. Oh, and my heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode like Alien from my chest. I don’t get sick though and simply thought “it” would pass.
This all was taking place during one of the worst winter storms Seattle had ever known. Seattle doesn’t “do” snow/ice/cold storms. Apparently if one survives long enough, then one will do it all. (I’ll ask Aunt Vi---102 on Feb. 12th.)
My always prompt caregiver, who would be many miles away the following week on vacation to visit her parents (Oh, right, Christmas was coming.) heard of my sickness and was valiantly trying to drive up/down the ice sheeted hills of Seattle, in an effort to get to me. Finally she parked and walked through the snow (buses had pulled over and cars were playing fender-bender tag on the slick streets) almost a mile to get to me. She quickly agreed that indeed I was sick.
My neurologist got the first call (a call she will never get again) and I could not speak to her but her assistant told me to stop taking the Zanaflex (?? Had she heard a word I said? And “do you have any anti-nausea medicine?”). Next call was to my Dr. Captain who told me to go to the closest ER and get admitted to the hospital. “What COULD it be?” I asked.
“Well, it is either something very serious or just a virus that has to run its course.” The concern was that the vomit seemed to have blood in it. The final call was 911, during the worst snow storm Seattle had seen in years. I would never see a snow flake fall.
To Be Continued...
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