Monday, December 5, 2011
Okay, so according to this caption I've often not had the ability to be patient. As I get older, I think I'm less patient but give more grace so it kind of evens out. I'm what you might call a situational-dependent patient person..lol. I've learned patience in some areas of my life but not so much in others.
One day my dad came up to Springfield to bring me back here for a few days off. I don't remember why I hadn't eaten but I was starving. We stopped and got a Subway sandwich to go. I literally, as you will see, inhaled it. I couldn't eat it fast enough to satisfy my hunger. Well, about 5 miles down the road I started needing to cough. My dad pulled into the Walmart parking lot on the north side of town. Do we need to go to the hospital, my dad asked. No, just give me a minute, I'll be fine. This same conversation went on for the next thirty minutes. Even tho I didn't know my lips were now turning blue, I agreed we needed to go to the ER. It was on the south side of town. My dad drove 80mph thru town. We got there safely, PTL, and he carried me in. I told them I just needed respiratory because I had choked and couldn't breathe. My oxygen was now 65... should be in the upper 90's. They sent everybody in except respiratory. I was more than impatient and frustrated. Then guess who they sent in? A chaplain to read me my last rites! I said with all the breath and spunk I could muster to, 'get the heck out. I don't need a chaplain, I need respiratory.' He left and the respiratory team eventually came. I cut to the chase and told them I needed a bronchoscopy ASAP. They suctioned out what you could visably see as lettuce, ham, tomato, bread, etc. So as you can see my patience and attitude were shot down by panic.
Lesson learned.....don't get so hungry that you eat too fast and get choked. Take your time and have a lil patience.