It's been a long time since I've posted, and many people have been onto me to get me to post again. They want to keep up with my very interesting life.
I left off when I was in the E.R. at St. Mary's (now Tennova) .
I arrived there with all these tubes and wires fastened to me, and my shirt hanging open. There was not even a cubicle to roll my gurney into, so they just pushed me over against a wall. It was a Friday night in the E.R. in a major hospital, and all the rapes, molestations, domestic disputes, shootings, stabbings, and drunk drivers from all over Knoxville were having some sort of perverted family reunion there, and most of them did not speak a word of English. It was mayhem on a large scale.
I told my doctor (when he finally got there) that I had never shown my chest to that many men without dinner and a movie.
He commented that I still had my sense of humor.
I went from E.R. to CCU, to spend the night. It was almost as disorderly there as the E.R. had been. There were 5 nurses and 6 beds, and they couldn't keep up. I just lay as still as I could, hoping that I would make it through the night.
I went to the heart cath unit the next morning about 5:00, and they put in three stints. There was another blockage, but they were afraid to go for it, because it was so close to my heart that they thought that they might tear my heart tissue.
I awoke back in CCU, where I was supposed to be for the next three days. It was NOT pleasant. Joy Bell Cox came to see me on Sunday afternoon. She is always so pleasant, and I was very glad to see her. She told me that Judy had told her she must come to see me. She just stayed for a few minutes, as a rude nurse made her unwelcome.
I was there for the recommended three days, then they took me up to the COU unit, and put me in the room next to Muriel Daniel. I got to go see her several times before I came home on Wednesday. All the Daniels came to see me while they were visiting Muriel. I came home on Wednesday, and she came home on Sunday to die. She died during the night Sunday night, but she got to see her family all together for the last time.
Barbara wrote an article about her in the Grainger Today. She was a woman of much influence.
It was hard to get back to working at Sunnyside. Joy always wanted to go places and do things. The work there and at Creekside came to a grinding halt.
All we did was mow and do weed-eating at Creekside, and very little got done at Sunnyside.
Creekside has fallen into neglect, and it pains me so.
More later.
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