Well, while I was in the ER, I heard that a bus was inbound with a code blue, and they coded again after arrival about 60-90 minutes later. I knew I wouldn't be seeing anyone for an extended period of time after each announcement. They didn't document the diuretic or BP meds they gave me via IV, only the Atavan (I started subconsciously panicking as people continued to not tell me anything, when I see the 242/130 BP reading, etc.) They gave me the unsigned discharge paperwork in my discharge folder, etc. On the plus side, there is a level that your BP reaches that you don't wait in the ER, lol.

Mike, there's an app called "Medisafe," and the alarms will annoy the hell out of you. But you'll be on time. Depending on your water, the pinch of salt (West Houston is hard water, but I mean a pinch, not a 1/4 tsp) {edit} may just make the water taste softer.

And Mike, three days later, I had two beers at the pub, and was leaving, and a mid-60s dude ended up face down on the bar with his wife calling his name trying to get him to respond. He'd had a little over a beer, ended up with a couple of compressions, and when I saw him in my parking garage in the passenger seat a few days later, there is clearly slack jaw, inability to control facial expressions appropriately, he's not great. Don't ignore side effects.

For your cringe/laughter, DrDenim, his wife said she could go get her keys to drive him to the ER (we live in the same complex 80 yards away), in the middle of me asking if he was breathing (I was holding him up, there were not enough people for me to get him on the ground safely.) F no. Amboolance!

After he got the compressions and started talking, they were wheeling him out. His wife tried to close the tab for $15 worth of 3 drinks. It was surreal, her shock response was odd.

This post was edited on 5/15/24 at 2:10 am