Saturday, October 07, 2006

Going to the Hospital

I was in my classroom teaching, and the next thing I knew, I was on my way to the hospital. I had passed out in class. I'm not sure when I was more scared in my life. The hospital doesn't tell you much, and people keep taking blood out of you until you think you're about to run out. Then there was the experience of being stuffed in the metal tube of an MRI. Not a great experience for the claustrophobic person. They had to totally knock me out to get me into it. After a week in the hospital, they finally released me, with the admonition that if I have another attack within a month it could be fatal, but if I last a full month, I'll probably be all right. I guess I'm writing this post just on the off chance that it should be my last. I've had a good life, a full one, an interesting one, and I have few regrets. I hope I will be able to post again, but if I can't, I have loved and I have been loved, and I give my love to all who read this. Rickey Lynn

posted by Rickey Lynn @ 9:00 PM

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