Time Marches On, My Ass

A post I wrote for StreetPsychiatry – my first real “foray” into my mental illnesses started four years ago, and I am still … marching?

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Four years ago today, I was in a hospital.  I was struggling with bronchitis, and breathing wasn’t working out so well for me.  As you well know, survival and breathing are generally a hand-in-hand process, so off to the ER I went.  I could write 10,000 words on the incompetence I suffered under in the hospital, but I’ll summarize with a few highlights.  In the ER, the respiratory team never got the page to come give me an albuterol treatment, so I waited and struggled as my oxygen dropped to the low 90’s, for 2 hours for a treatment I could have given myself at home.  Due to my coughing and wheezing, they gave me a shot of steroids, and then tested my blood.  Steroids cause your sugar to spike, and this apparently wasn’t factored in my blood draw, so I was diagnosed with diabetes.  I was admitted to be…

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