That’s what they told me. No booster, because there’s no point. My immune system is all topped up right now.
Hiya dropzone. Keep on keepin’ on, as they said in the '70’s.
They didn’t even keep me. I was at the ER for a few hours. I was diagnosed with pneumonia and given a prescription for albuterol I had to go pick up in the middle of the night. What killed me was they didn’t even allow for a generic and my insurance wouldn’t pay for the brand name. I was completely out of my head. My daughter was trying to help me and I honestly don’t remember any of this, but she was crying because she truly thought I was going to die… she was crying and they worked something out.
I am obese, over 50, and I had covid-related pneumonia. I don’t recall ever seeing a nurse in person but surely they had to have come in. I had a chest x-ray, no blood or urine or anything else. At some point a man came in, not sure if doctor or nurse, and said I could go and handed me papers and a prescription but he was the same orderly who brought me back. I was completely out of my head and could barely walk but he just left me and I had to find my way out of the hospital. I got lost and eventually someone saw me struggling and helped me to an exit. It was weird. They knew I had covid when I came in and they didn’t isolate me either. I was in the waiting room with dozens of other people, half not wearing masks even though at the time it was mandated. I fainted in the waiting room and they gave me a wheelchair but didn’t seem too concerned even though I was alone. The orderly who let me walk out knew I had fainted earlier.
It was my first trip to an ER other than the time I almost cut my thumb off but that was decades ago. We weren’t experiencing a great surge in our county when I was sick and the ER wasn’t really too busy.I dunno… I guess I just expected more.
But hey I didn’t die! I guess it was the albuterol that saved me.
Sounds like another lawsuit waiting to happen. But I’m glad you’re feeling better.
Jeezus! No wonder the death rate in the US is 3 times higher than in Canada, with our socialized death panels and all.
Especially relevant now: During the 2000 Olympics, I was dispensing some prednisolone for a baby with bronchitis, and when I told the mother that it was a steroid, she freaked out. I told her, “No, it will not make your baby have big muscles; it doesn’t do that. The doctor ordered this to help her recover faster.”
Some days I feel like I should flex, wink, and say, “I took steroids from age 2 to age 40, I am a buff god.”
(I never do.)
I’m out of isolation and feeling quite a bit better, thankyewverymuch.
Great! Continue on this positive trajectory.
I’m very happy for you!
It’s shitty being in a hospital but once you get out I bet it feels so much better.
Whew!
Good to see that.
Yay! !
Progress!
Now, if they’ll just you to the point where you can get the hell out of there entirely, we’ll all be much happier. Especially you.