E.R. Visit – Part Two (Sight for Sore Eye)

During my hospital stay, my right eye was nearly swollen shut. It was a challenge relying on only one eye to see everything around me. The doctors continued to prescribe different antibiotics into my IV line to determine the most effective solution.

Trypanophobia, the fear of needles, is something I have always struggled with. Little known fact – I almost did not get married the first time due to a silly requirement to have a blood test – seriously!

Now I simply look away but in the case of my recent hospital stay, I could not see the needle anyway!!! I would not recommend getting a swollen eye as a remedy to cure Trypanophobia.


Eventually you will see again and those needles will not go away! Hel-lo!!!!

Here were the challenges I faced with my one functioning eye, the IV port stuck into my left arm, and wearing those wonderful non-skid hospital socks…

Let’s start with the non-skid socks, shall we?

Functional? Yes.

Honestly, there was no fashion statement to be made here. Aside from size (small or large) and color (red or black), the socks distinguished you from the rest of the world. We were truly in a class of our own.

I suppose if a patient tried to escape the wing, they would not run very fast anyway. Besides, I came close to telling another patient (as we passed each other on our walks around the wing) – “Nice socks. Where do you shop?

Now, how about the IV port that was attached to the medicine pole? There were times when I experienced freedom as I was given “detachment privileges” for being good (OK, maybe it was due to the respite in my treatments).

My usual walking pace is fast and since I was mobile, I felt the pole leaning forward a few times as I pulled it along for my walk. Now I see why patients walk slowly with these things. Just wished the wheels were built like a Tumi luggage with inline skating wheels (or whatever they use these days to make it easier to pull the luggage – perhaps that’s called a porter or bellhop?)

It was a relief to learn that I could unplug my pole and become somewhat mobile from my hotel (hospital) suite for I truly felt that I was a prisoner at times.  Going to the bathroom with that pole was an adventure all in itself.

Then there was the little matter of my swollen eye. I had no idea how bad it had progressed since my time in the emergency room. I have to hand it to the nursing staff – they never flinched when they looked at my face. I suppose that was because they have seen everything that can happen to a person’s body.

Me? If I were to visit me, I would liken it to the character Cosmo Kramer on Seinfeld when he first walks into a room. That shocked look on his face accompanied by the jerkiness in his body – yup, that would be me.

When I did get visitors, it was always fun to see their initial reaction as they entered the room. Maybe it was my imagination but there was always that initial heart-stopping stride or that eye-lifting expression. It was all good because it was quickly replaced with their friendly smile and cheery tone in their voice. This was greatly appreciated.

All in all, my three-day stay at Casa de Kaiser was full of commotion, drugs, and feeling like I was in a daze or on some other planet as I watched people walking about the courtyard from my window. I was fed three meals a day with snacks smuggled in by my lovely agent Wilma Isabella-Frances Eckersley (a.k.a., wife).

I have to give kudos to the nursing staff and doctors who provided the best care for me. I was beginning to think that they gave me great service because they wanted me to stay longer but in the end, I am positive this was not the case.

My eye has since healed – thank goodness! I will never “look” (pun intended) at a hospital stay the same ever again!

Now, where are those souvenir large, non-skid hospital socks???

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