Today I went back to the future… well I went to the ambulatory care unit of RUH which is still awesomely decorated in a 80s color scheme.

It’s the same old, same old.  My ankle is still infected and after 10 months, they still can’t get rid of it.  They can fight it to a stalemate but can’t actually beat it.

My appointment was at 10:30.  I had hoped to be out by 11:30 as I had some things I wanted to do.  Since I never saw the doctor until 11:45, that wasn’t going to happen.

What did happen is that when they took my pulse when I was admitted, it was 226 bpm.  They kind of freaked out.  I then started a bad fever and started to get the chills, all while casually waiting for my doctor.  This is what happens when my antibiotics are done.  I am fine while on them and then within a day or two of being off them, I get violently ill.  Horrible chills, mind numbing fevers until I get delirious, double vision (from the high heart rate).  Then when I am on the antibiotics, life is good and people say that I am fine.  Then the antibiotics run out and I get extremely sick.

Since this happened while he was seeing me, he ordered a bunch of immediate tests and seemed happy it was happening as it was the ideal time to do these tests.  I am glad the specialist was happy but I would have been even happier if he said, “you are cured”.

So I go down the mall at RUH to “Tests” and I am kind of excited about this.  I have crappy, hard to find veins.  The kind that Gamma Dynacare can’t get blood from.  They try three times and say, “never come back”.  At the hospital they keep digging and digging.  It may be painful but the blood comes out.  I sit down in the waiting area and they have some sort of The View clone on the TV.  If I was on life support, I would unplugged myself to avoid watching it.

I get called into the lab and the lab tech engages in a mighty struggle with my veins but finally I start to bleed.  I explain to her mid struggle that this always happens and I can handle the pain.  I’d rather watch her needle dig around for a vein that watch whatever was on the television waiting room.   As I get up to leave, she says, “That was a struggle.  My next step was to take you to the lab and cut you with a knife down there.”  I am pretty sure she was joking but after the struggles that I have had in the past with giving blood, I’d have gone along with it.

The next fun part is always getting my prescriptions filled.  The last time I went, there was a new pharmacist there.  She looked at the prescription and freaked out and didn’t want to fill the prescription.  Her assistants (who I have dealt with for years) look over and go, “No that’s accurate, he’s kind of messed up.”  They also recognized the specialists name and were fine with it.   This time the was more concern than freaking out.  As one said, “You’ve been on a lot of different kinds of antibiotics”.

I am not sure if the latest antibiotic is going to work or not.  It has beaten back the infection a bit so we are going with it for three months to see if they can break the stalemate.   When I started this, they gave me a prescription for three weeks and that was a big deal and it was 5th the dosage.  Now it’s like five times the amount and three months.

So when Premier Brad Wall mentions escalating healthcare costs for the reason why taxes need to increase in the province, I’m the reason.

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