Whirlwind: The Last Seven Days…. Part 2
O.k. I left off at, “I was asking for my wife.”
When Dang made it back to the ER, they were preparing to poke me with a needle. I was glad to see her. I’m not afraid of needles, but I’m terrified of people administering medical care who don’t speak my language. To this day, I don’t know what they gave me- sad, but true. After getting the shot, I was supposed to wait 15 minuets to an half an hour to see if it was going to take effect.
After the alotted time period, I was doubled over in pain (I would say this is the pinacle of the pain). It was at this point, that the decission was made to admit me to the hospital. They’re asking questions of me like, “Do you want a private room?”
“I want you to shoot me!!! I don’t care if you do it here or in a private room!!!” No, I didn’t really say that, but I wasn’t too concerned about where I was. Mama made the choice to put me in a private room. Actually, she made all the decissions. All I could do was kick in agony.
After the decission was made, I was put on and i.v. Soon they had me in my room. It’s the strangest feeling to be rolled on a gurney in a dark hospital in a foreign land. It made me uncomfortable. Seeing Mama saved me, though. As the anxiety increased, I would see her at just the right moment, and I knew all would be o.k. “Just stay by my side, Mama,” I kept thinking.
When I got settled into the room, Dang went back to the hotel to get our stuff. By the time she got back I was already feeling better…. I was almost asleep. Mama, settled on the sofa next to my bed, and we both fell asleep.
To be continued…
