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That’s Not Something You Want To Happen #3

March 24, 2023

Fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes was how long my appointment was supposed to be with Doc C.

Two hours later, she direct-admitted me to the hospital. And when I say “direct-admitted,” that’s exactly what I mean: she didn’t even let me go outside. I walked from her office right over to the admitting desk and straight from there to a bed.

Doc C suspects it’s my gallbladder giving me all this trouble and has ordered a bunch of tests, starting tonight.

I missed the dinner hour so Ken ran off to Safeway to get me some food.

Asking for prayers that the doctors, nurses, and lab technicians will get an answer soon as I’m mentally at the bottom of the barrel. 🙏♥️🙏