I Said That!

35: “Me being sick and sore!” “Sometimes, I really wonder why I was very sick and sore?” This all began when I was with my ex-John. I fell and scratched my liver at a movie theater when I was watching, “The Devil Wears Prada.” I should have known that in the title that this was a warning sign not to go to that movie. I left my cell phone on in the movie theater for some odd reason. That was before they had the laws stating, “That the people in the theater needed to turn off their phones for their safety.” I stood up to get the phone call from John. I fell over in disbelief on the arm rest with spikes poking up from the movie theater chair. I was gasping, hideous, cries to try to breathe. I did not know what to do, I looked around and then the lights went on quickly. The whole theater called 9-1-1 on me. The audience did that so I could live that night. I was gasping for air, I nearly died! Trying to get the air into my lungs. Then I got escorted out on a stretcher to take me to a nearby hospital. I passed out and the paramedics came to pick me up, thankfully. They rushed me into the ambulance. Leave it to me~ the meanest woman gave me a look when she put me into the ambulance. Yep, how rude was that? “It was the scariest night of my life, dear friend.” Allison Barely, scratching my liver. My higher power was with me that night even though I did not know it. Allison and my ex-John and with his friend’s. The doctor was rock solid. I almost went into emergency surgery that night to save my liver. The roommate I had in a hospital taught me a lot about the overnight stays there. Thank goodness for her! She had a pic line in the vein on the arm. It was the foreshadow of what lie ahead of me. She even witnessed the Brown Chicken murders in Palatine, IL. I was really frightened by that; I was like were you part of the plot. “The doctor was amazing! I even saw him a couple weeks later. He saved my life that night. An older man with a heart of gold like my sweet friend.” ~Allison~ 36: “Kristine’s health problems, etc.” The beginning of the liver problem began to escalate for my body. I am blaming this on my pneumonia stays because I only have three fourths of a right lung. Me and my fractions and my math. Black and our math escapades. The girl at the hospital was a foreshadow for my hospital stay for my cellulitis. My recovery time is horrible when overcoming hospital overnight stays due to my liver loss. Another season that describes me to it’s fullest. Like Grandpa when he painted his acrylics. When he got older his artwork changed too. The last season of his life was that of snow painting. Beyond allergies, mental health, skin issues, let’s also include three pneumonia stays in the hospital. Yep, this writer girlie began to know the ins and outs of hospitals like no one else in my family. The last one in 2018 lasting eight days at one hospital and two at another for pneumonia that equals ten total. Completely unreal for me. The falls that I overcame in 2017 were due to changes in my medicine that have given me critical middle to lower back pain. This was in addition to not being able to get up off the floor and urinating on myself in the car. It was unbelievable what had happened to me!!! Waiting for the ambulance to come and pick me off the ground. The paramedics put me in a chair and took me downstairs. I feel that these people that saved my life should be honored! The doctor then recommended participating in neuro-rehab. Thus, teaching me how to walk again for a period of six weeks. The little bus came and picked me up when I was using a walker. They lifted me up in a wheelchair trolley. I had a seat belt come across my lap in the disabled van from Centegra. The bus went bumpier, bump, bump, bumpier, bump, bump...all the way to my rehab. Like the Easter Bunny goes bumpier, bump, bump! I slowly got rehabilitated. It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. I had to walk outside in high humidity to strengthen my muscles by my Physical Therapist. His name was Michael. An amazing man at that! Patience, kind, and trustworthy for me during this difficult time. He worked hard to get me walking again. Michael took me all the way down to the Amoco station down the street with a walker. My breathing problems flared up left and right. This was all fine and dandy, but this catapulted my asthma even more. That year of 2017, I had been in the emergency room every month for my falls and asthma problems.