I remember planning to go to the Israel '77 thing at the Addison-Penzak JCC, remember that it was something like 4:30-7:30, and getting out of here early and probably dropping some things off at the post office downtown.
Then I was in the "Good Sam" hospital. A night in the ER receiving sort of area, then I was moved up to a room of my own.
It turns out I was wandering around in an altered state of mind at the JCC, they got my emergency contact which was Ken, called him, and he said to just call an ambulance. Which they did, and I was picked up around 9:20 Wednesday night. The JCC closes "hard" at 9:00PM so their wonderful security people must have stayed with me etc.
At the hospital they were worried about my having had a stroke, and I got the full stroke protocol, including going in an MRI that played a lot of "techno music" and was frankly pretty cool.
Then I was moved to my own room upstairs, and tons and tons of blood draws and checking BP and blood sugar and meds from aspirin to Librium, and tons of very nice medical personnel. That place is a regular United Nations and they were all nice to very nice, and I overheard tons and they all seemed to be happy and get along with each other.
Finally it came out that I had a UTI and I got 3 injections over 3 days of an IV broad spectrum antibio. My doctor, a lovely Indian lady, said now we're waiting on the culture to see, while we know it's e. coli, if it's a drug-resistant strain or not. It would take time because the sample had to be sent to Los Angeles. But she called them today and it's non-resistant.
The food was good and I got to order what I liked off of the menu, and I had a TV to watch, and it really wasn't bad. Since I was on "the cardiac floor" they were impressed with how "independent" I was, I guess a standout among older people who seemed to have a lot of strokes and UTIs.
TV was fun. I got to see the main-line CNN views on the awful administration in charge, and I learned that competitive cornhole is a thing. It looks like a blast too. Next time I see the cornhole boards set up downtown I'm gonna play. The main sponsor was, you guessed it .... Corn Nuts.
Once I was out of there I used my free cab ride to go back to the JCC (and tipped the driver $5) which the hospital was not very far from at all. I went in and no one had any info on my behavior Wednesday night, and my bike was there in the bike rack with nothing touched.
So I unlocked it and hopped on and rode to the Winchester station and got on the light rail to Diridon and rode to Whole Foods and had a Siggi yogurt (which I'll try to do daily as long as I'm on the antibios at least) and tried taking the bus to the Walgreens down by 17th and Santa Clara but the buses weren't going down there because it was full-on Cinco de Mayo time. So I walked back and got on my bike and went down there, waving a cheering a bit for the cars that had the farm workers' eagle flags.
The prescriptions were no problem, the lady had them all ready so it was just a quick pick-up.
I rode back to Whole Foods, locked the bike up, and got on the bus down to Sunnyvale to Dick's Sporting Goods because at the hospital a security guy had me hand in my pocket knife and I never got it back. I complained but really it's a small thing. But I feel naked without my handy Swiss Army Knife and I knew Dick's ought to have them. They did. So I got that and some pepitas from Sprouts next door, and bused it back to Whole Foods where I hopped on my bike and went to Nijiya and bought a bunch of things including some stuff for dinner so I'd not have to cook and got back here.
Everything here was fine.
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