Without getting all philosophical about the term "life," for this blog post I'm talking about my physical existence. I suppose it would be more appropriate to title this blog "our bodies are fragile," yet when our bodies are challenged we tend to consider the many meanings of the word 'life' other than heart beats, breathing or surviving.
I've spent the last week battling one of the worst illnesses I've ever endured. At times, I would find myself questioning "is this is it?" Those who know me know that I usually plow through sickness and keep working and I tried this time, oh I tried! I would find myself incapable of anything and lying on a twin mattress which is on the floor of a back office.
As I lay on this mattress with a winter coat, beanie cap and two blankets, attempting to stem off another wave of the worst chills I've ever experienced in my life, I began to question my own ability to survive this time.
Rewind almost 3 years when I visited my own (civilian) doctor for a full physical. He poked, prodded, tested and evaluated. What came at the end of all these tests were words that I never thought a 40 year old man with a history like mine would ever hear. My doctor looked me square in the eye and said, "you're going to live forever."
The words of Dr. Allan rang in my head like a song of hope, yet I doubted as I would go from nearly convulsing from chills to sweating so profusely that anything I touched would be puddled with sweat. Even when I felt well enough to sit at my computer, I would type away as sweat poured down my face, chest, back and arms as if I were in a sauna or steam bath.
This is the embarrassing part. I don't have health insurance. Nope. It's one of those things I lost in March along with a significant income. I had been talking to a few insurance agents and even started the process of selecting the right plan for Carrie and I but I had not filled out the paperwork nor written the check.
I couldn't take it anymore and went to the Doctor on Friday.
My symptoms were a little confusing. On the surface it would seem I had the ultimate flu. Chills, fever, aches but no pain. I was not congested nor did I have a sore throat. Without getting into the intricate details, I had no internal pains at all and the only other anomaly was an urgency when I had to urinate.
Arriving at the "Doc in the Box", urgent care clinic, I signed in and was marked as "self pay." I waited for 3 hours. Fortunately, my sweating subsided to a trickle and I did not have a "chill attack" while waiting.
Just like any doctors visit, we went through the usual routine of collecting vitals. One item of note, according to the scale at the office, I weight 245lbs. (That's going to change.) I had tried to take my own temperature at home and it came out normal, at the clinic however, they used their fancy schmancy ear temp reader and it came out at 102ø. I asked for a urine cup and said, "the doctor's gonna wanna see this."
Another 30 minutes in the exam room and a young Dr. entered, asked the expected questions and then began to scratch his head. I think he jabbed every internal organ at least twice in an effort to get me to wince. No pain! Just flu-like symptoms and evidence of infection in my urine.
The kind doctor explained that I had an infection and that my body had gone into overdrive to combat it. Since the fever, chills and headache were so severe, he concluded that I had a kidney infection and prescribed 1000mg of an antibiotic per day. I would have likely received a big ole shot in the pants but since I was "self pay" he explained it would be very expensive. I took a pass.
So, I have a kidney infection... isn't that interesting.
I was happy that he was able to treat the symptoms without the need for a myriad of tests, I don't think I could have afforded all that. My experience with him was favorable and will go there again. The staff were wonderful and even apologetic for the wait.
As I was paying my ransom to be released, the nurse, administrative lady and even a drug rep who was restocking the shelves all recommended that I go to Wal-Mart to get my expensive prescription filled. They all said that my prescription "might" be on Wal-Mart's $4.00 plan. I queried further and they explained that Wal-Mart had an "affordable prescription program." I asked if I had to be low income, special needs or somehow qualify for this, and they all assured me that it was available to all Wal-Mart shoppers.
I took my prescription, which from the reaction of everyone at the clinic I believed to be very expensive to Wal-Mart, turned it in and low and behold... $4.00. WOW!
BENTONVILLE, Ark. - Nov. 27, 2006 - Wal-Mart Stores, Inc., (NYSE: WMT) announced that beginning on Tuesday, November 28, 2006, it is launching its $4 generic prescription program in 11 additional states, making the program available in all of its U.S. pharmacies.
With the announcement, the expanded $4 generic prescription program will now be available in an additional 811 stores throughout California, Colorado, Connecticut, Hawaii, Louisiana, Minnesota, Montana, Pennsylvania, Tennessee, Wisconsin and Wyoming. Though it kicked off the program in Florida in September, with intentions to spread outside the state in January 2007, Wal-Mart said customer demand led it to accelerate the rollout of the program - now available in all of its 3,810 pharmacies.
http://www.walmartfacts.com/articles/4627.aspx?gclid=CIyYhMDEmo0CFRcqIgodZgab2w
I took my first pill and headed back to work. Since this was the first evening Concerts in the Park Friday, I felt it was important that we all be there to hand out copies of Soky Happenings and take some pictures. Bad call. My symptoms remained and I about melted from the heat.
My wonderful wife and son looked at me and saw I was absolutely covered from head to toe in sweat. I could actually see fear in their eyes as they encouraged me to walk slowly back to the car and go to bed. Not one to question looks of fear, I agreed.
I was relieved to have been diagnosed but apparently it was going to take a few doses of the antibiotic before recovery would actually begin. I came to the office on Saturday to get some work done, but found myself curled up on that all too familiar mattress on the floor shivering uncontrollably. I stayed all day just hoping I would feel better long enough to get some work done. It never happened.
Sunday was somewhat better though the debilitating headache was overly distracting. By evening however, I started to feel better and got some work done. I stayed all night but still got some rest. It was my first nights sleep without being awakened by a fit of chills or drenched in sweat.
I woke this morning at 6:00 a.m. and I'm feeling much better. The headache is gone though I am still a little sweaty. I'm going to try to take it easy and get some work done. I can deal with the sweat, but that headache was rendering me incapable of anything having to do with reading, writing or computing.
The inspiration for this post is not the need to bore you with the gory details of my most recent illness. I did feel the need to share why I have been so hard to reach of late as well as my experience with Wal-Mart. But the real inspiration is the concept of the frailty of life and how fast we can go from healthy to... well... not healthy.
A week ago Sunday, July 1st, I was at a party with friends, playing volleyball, shooting off fireworks and listening to live music. Since then, my health had changed so significantly that I questioned my own survival.
It's interesting what you think of when you begin to realize your own mortality. I've had a very long and eventful life. I've seen and done more than most men do in three lifetimes. I am grateful for having so many experiences, so many friends, and such a wonderful family. I have plenty more living to do but if it ended today, it would end fulfilled.
As I consider all that I have accomplished, my tendency is to consider what I have not accomplished. Things that I would like to do; places I would like to go; skills I would like to learn and dreams yet to be fulfilled. I am satisfied with my life, what has made it so satisfying is how full it has been.
Another result of feeling so bad for so many days is the burning desire to feel better. I am recommitting myself to my own health and fitness. I've had "plans" to get back into the gym, go to Kung Fu class and improve my diet/nutrition, but I have lacked the follow through. I blame work and the responsibilities of business for not implementing the plan when in fact, it is more appropriately attributed to laziness, lack of willpower and/or an unwillingness to make (and keep) the commitment.
That will change.
We are headed to Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio Texas this week to attend my youngest sons graduation from Basic Military Training. Carrie, David III and myself will fly out there and be able to spend time with Jesse. The whole family... that's a nice way to spend the weekend. By the time we return, I should be done with my prescription, have gotten some much needed rest, had a break from the daily routine and have had a chance to put things into perspective.
When we return... things will be different!
Instead of writing what I will do, I am simply going to do and I'll let you know how it all turns out. (grin) I have written many times about my so called intent, my dreams and my hopes. I may elaborate in the future but for now suffice to say that having those moments when I considered it to be over, it has inspired me to live a more full and healthy life that is as full in the years to come as it has been in years gone by.
Labels: Dreams and Goals, Personal