And then it happened!
Me, a person with a formidable appetite!
Me, a super dynamic personality!
No appetite, malaise, lack of power in my limbs, slight confusion, pale. My physician, who examined me last week, said, "You are dehydrated and I am placing you into the hospital."
"No," I pleaded, but in vain.
When I entered the hospital, I said unequivocally, "I am not staying overnight." The next doctor I spoke to was from the Psychiatric Department. She asked me a lot of inane but, I'm sure, psychologically, meaningful questions. I felt relieved when she didn't declare me insane for wanting to go home.
Eventually I was hospitalized!
Sick people belong in hospitals. A sleepless night passed. How can anyone sleep when being poked and prodded every hour? I was placed on a drip containing antibiotics and saline solution.
I guess you can call it being rehydrated.
In the morning, I felt a lot better.
During the night I was given a roommate. His disease was sickle cell anemia. He writhed in pain and gave out shrieks that were not in keeping with hospital decorum.
All my blood tests passed muster but I was still hospitalized.
A very engaging Korean Minister sat down and we had a nice conversation. She compared the Korean predicament (sandwiched between aggressive Japan and China) and the Jewish experience of hate in Europe and in Israel. We ended the conversation with a Korean goodbye. And yet, I was still hospitalized.
The food was bland!
All 10 fingers were blood-tested for diabetes!
I did not know what was happening in the world.
What were my miserable Mets doing?
I was attached to a drip machine, and I had to take it with me into the toilet.
The nurses and staff were very nice.
I'd much rather be home!
Eventually, I was liberated. No negative symptoms.
The problem: The doctors found no reason for my being dehydrated. When people ask me what was the reason for three days in the hospital, I have no answer.
It is just great to be home!