The week of July 12 will be indelibly recorded in memory. Not my memory you understand. I have just been talking to Anne and Sandra to understand the sequence of events - because my memory of the way things happened leaves much just hanging. I don't know if it is the drugs or the side effects of the infection, but my memory now is much worse than it was before July 12.
Unknown to Sandra and me, I was developing a bladder infection. We had pizza with a friend on the evening of Friday, July 10. Right in the middle of supper, after only one piece of pizza, I wasn't feeling well. I went to the bathroom and began to pass out. I was shortly taken by ambulance to Inuvik Hospital.
The bladder infection very soon started to get worse and I began to go into shock, rapidly affecting my cardio-vascular system, and my blood pressure continued to drop, to the point where the Inuvik Regional Hospital kindly requested my family to come, because I was dying.
Sandra called my daughter Anne in Vietnam and told her what was happening; Anne decided to come home, and she arrived here in Inuvik on July 23. I was getting better, and she drove by the hospital so that I could give her a wave at the window of my hospital room. I was in recovery by then, and I was shortly able to be discharged. Anne and her friend Laura have kept me company from time to time, when they are available,
Life since then has been ok, but I have not been feeling well really. I am on a lot of drugs just to keep me going. Home Care drops in twice a day while Sandra is at work to make sure that I am all right.
Well folks, I will let this do for now. Except to mention that I am to be put on another drug to bring about better pain control. My pain is greater than can be completely eliminated by the present prescription. So there we are.
