“That happiness didn’t last that long. Friday morning I woke up feeling nauseous, and had a fever up to 101.5 and had throbbing pain when I moved AT ALL! I had called the ambulance again, and they took me back to the ER, and that same Doctor that told me if anything like a fever, or unbeatable pain came back, then I should come straight back immediately! So I did, and that Doctor Scolded me out for being there! He was so ignorant, that he made the impression on me that he was only doing the job for the money, and he didn’t care about his patients. I couldn’t believe it. So after me giving him a mouthful he finally admitted me to a room to myself again, and had care given to me by anyone but him. The next day, the Doctor came in and apologized to me about his attitude, and told me more proper procedures I could take. So I took the best options that were possible, and had chosen to get my second surgery done at the end of this new week. As of right now, I’m still in pain, but not close to what I was in before, and praying to God that he helps me through this time.”
As I said earlier Ms. Jinx has lived in the same house for over sixty years of her life, raised a family of five, divorced her cheating husband in the eighties, has lost two of her children and now has numerous grandchildren coming and going all over the place.
Ms. Jinx is a pack rat, but at least she is orderly about it, boxes and boxes of stuff going way back in time, but it is all sorted, categorized, and labeled which makes the task of downsizing a bit easier.
She has been downsizing for the past couple of years, knowing that the move would come and she even had a few yard sales. I think she needs to have another one and soon.
Hubby and I have been going over there when we can and help her sort and box and stack and lift and move and store and etc…………..
I have never met a more kinder spirit in a person than our sweet Ms. Jinx, she and my mother have been the best of friends since before I was born. All of their kids played with one another, husbands socialized nicely with each other, it was a like a wonderful 1950 & 60’s black and white perfect television series.
Ms. Jinx is now in her late 70’s and just recently sold her house that she had lived in for almost 60 of her years, and is moving to Florida. I will miss being able to stop in for a visit when in the neighborhood almost anytime day or night, Ms. Jinx was almost always at home. Her eyesight isn’t the best, so she doesn’t like to drive much unless it is really needed, and then she will only drive during the day.
She is too old and her health isn’t the best to drive the long drive all the way to Florida so she is busy packing up a moving van, she will take a taxi to the airport, and is looking into having her car transported for her by a company that offers safe and efficient reliable car transporting services. It has to be affordable also, otherwise Ms. Jinx wouldn’t dream of spending her money loosely, she is the Queen of Frugalness, one of her many qualities that I received from spending large amounts of time with her.
One of her many sons sent her a link to a company www.nationalautoshipping.com that seems to fit the bill. She of course sent the link to my mother, who is turn sent to me and it goes on from there to other brothers and sisters to see if anyone has an opinion of any use.
I like that the deliver the vehicle right to your door and that there is no need to deal with a long stressful drive when you can have someone who is licensed and bonded to do it for you.
Well I’ll try to finish my story now:
Thursday morning came along and I was starting to feel the Throbbing pains again, thankfully, the IVs saved me again. About when 9:00 comes along, the Doctor with no personality came in and told me that his two surgery appointment’s had been canceled, and I was next in line. So he drew on my tummy and put the whole hair net on me, and I had asked the Doctor a few questions, paranoid at that, being my first surgery and all, and had told me “Don’t worry about it, of course it’ll hurt, but it’ll be OK, just let me do my job and get it over with!” I was like “WHAT?!” What kinda Doctor doesn’t answer questions before Surgery? This Doctor had upset me to the point of no return. He had put me under, and I had woken up about three hours later with my Daughter there by my side. The Doctor came in again and explained the procedure I went through, telling me that he put a stint in my kidney so it could drain out the infected fluids, and so it could help the Kidney Stone pass on its own, which he said there was a 50/50 chance that would happen. So he had told me to go home later, take my medicine as prescribed, and return next Monday to get the stint removed and hopefully laser the Stone to break it up into little pieces so it’ll pass if it already didn’t. So I went home, happy as can be because I had finally found out what was wrong with me.
Guess I’ll try and finish this later, kids are hollering for me to fix dinner, ugh!
I started feeling major pain in my lower left abdomen, side, and back on Tuesday, I just thought it was stress or something related, but on Wednesday morning I had woken up screaming and crying because of the unbearable pain hitting me all at once. My husband and my Son were out of town, so my Daughter had ran upstairs to see what was wrong, and I had told her that I was in major pain and needed 911 to be called. When we arrived they had put me in the hall way on a bed taking my vitals and taking blood. They took me to an ER room and put I.V’s in me, thank goodness, because about five minutes later I was on cloud nine, hardly feeling the excruciating pain I had been in. I had met the doctor, and he seemed like he had no personality what so ever, which we all know that personality towards the patient from the Doctor makes a big difference in everything. right? Well, he had me sleep for a bit while waiting to get me through a cat-scan to see what was wrong. They had found a one inch Kidney Stone wondering around in my kidney area the shape of a hot dog, My kidney was swollen and infected, and I hadn’t had a BM in five days! So I got a triple whammy worth of pain. They admitted me to a room for the night, so I could go through a scheduled surgery the next morning. My Daughter, bless her heart, had stayed behind to be with me all night. Oh no, some one is at the door, I’ll write more about this subject later on.