My wife finally dragged me to the doctor, who took one look at me and got a pulse oximeter. I guess I looked pretty bad. My oxygen level was 87. At the time I didn’t know how bad that was, but I could tell from the Physician’s Assistant’s expression that it was not good. I was trying to will it to go higher, but that didn’t work. She told us that we had two choices: drive ourselves or take an ambulance but I had to go to the hospital. We decided on the ambulance so the PA called 911.
I don’t remember much else from that day. Well, I remember one thing. I was very hot, which is not surprising considering I had a fever of at least 105. I had a small hand-held fan that I was holding on myself, and the batteries were running down. I was desperately in need of that fan. I could not imagine surviving without it. So I asked – well, I probably begged – my wife to get me some new batteries.
I thought that I was laying on the sofa in the living room and all she had to do was walk into the kitchen to get me some batteries.
I was actually laying in a hospital bed in the ER. No one had any batteries. My wife had to leave the ER, drive to a nearby WaWa, buy batteries and then get back to me in the ER. I did not know that. As horrible as I felt I would never have asked her to do something like that, but I did ask her, and she did it. Have I mentioned that I have a wonderful wife?
I have a wonderful wife.
This is also the third anniversary of the first time that year that my wife saved my life. If she had not forced me to go to the doctor, dragging me there, I would have died lying on the sofa at home.
She really is amazing.
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