When Loved Ones Get Sick

When I was a kid, I was deathly scared of needles and shots. Just the idea of getting a blood test sent me into a panic. But years later, those fears have subsided and cleared out. I do hate and love hospitals. It's weird.

I love them because they can do so much good work and help people get better. But I've been to many situations where the loved ones don't get better, and terrible mourning occurs. My S/O got in trouble with breathing due to her pulmonary fibrosis disease, and couldn't get a full breath. I had to call the ambulance on Thursday evening and she spent the night in the hospital.

The hospital discharged her the next monring and did not give her oxygen. I wish I was joking. Fortunately we live close to the emergency services so an ambulance is never really far away. The paramedics I spoke to told me they cover the entire city and roam everywhere.

These people are the real heros. I remember back in 2012 when Marion died at home, we had paramedics working on her for almost an hour. It was a sad moment. I am grateful to live in a country where I don't have to worry about medical bills. Canada has the best medical coverage we could ask for.

My S/O is still not feeling well, but I'm hopeful with some antibiotics and oxygen on 24/7 she'll turn around.