Being diagnosed recently with Congestive Heart Failure means a lot of encounters with nurses in the Emergency Room, labs, and hospital floors. Yesterday, as I endured another scan, the nurse who uses ultrasound to find veins couldn't do so on me. She was so kind and empathetic because she knew her actions hurt me. I... Continue Reading →
How Does a Southerner Give Up Salt and Grease?
It's good to be home from the hospital. It's extra awful to end up in the hospital because of your own stubbornness. I have resisted the fact that I am susceptible to congestive heart failure, although I have a genetic heart ailment. I have had three hospitalizations, counting this week, and I am finally convinced... Continue Reading →
I Need My Faith to Be Stronger Than My Fear Today
We are preparing to leave for the hospital today, where my husband will have a pacemaker implanted. I kid him that we are a two-Chevy family, and now we will be a two-pacemaker family, as well. I also have a defibrillator, so I am one up on him, which makes him laugh. He has been... Continue Reading →
When We Are One of the Least of Them
I spent nearly six hours in the Emergency Room on yesterday because of breathing difficullties, and I saw for myself the overworked conditions for nurses and doctors due to this pandemic. Thankfully, although I had a virus, it was not Covid, and after some medication was prescribed, I was sent home. What was amazing was... Continue Reading →
