So
there I was crying. There were tears all
up in my eyes! For what was diagnosed as
a peptic ulcer the sucralfate prescribed was not working. And figuratively there was dad hovering over my
right shoulder while saying, "Are you really going to fag out and call the
ambulance over something as simple as this?" I held
out for as long as I could. The ambulance
came. I was so tore up that they had to
help me up from the steps and walk me to the ambulance. Damn near needed a gurney! I was treated right away at the
hospital. Whatever they gave me for pain
worked right away. My son picked me up. He watched some Stargate Universe while I recuperated
in bed. The pain medication started
wearing off! The stomach agony was
slowly returning, right along with the unbearable ghost I had just
endured. I called the Veterans
Administration hospital clinic here at Great Falls. They asked about pantoprazole. I had it but wasn't taking it because I had
been using the sucralfate. When I took
the pantoprazole things got back to improving right away, thank God! Later I came to find out that my stomach
problems may have been caused by my hyperthyroid condition. So I'm getting treated for that as well. If you could make someone's stomach hurt like
that you could get any information you wanted out of them and even make them do
unimaginable shit. So I kept the emergency
room bracelet as a memento. I'm glad I
called the ambulance so fuck you, the ghost of dad[29]!
[29]
Dad doesn't believe in going to the hospital unless you're dead or something
worse.
Orrin K. Loftin
Copyright? When it is what it is.
30 Oct 2017
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