{"id":8128,"date":"2025-07-11T15:02:54","date_gmt":"2025-07-11T20:02:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/?p=8128"},"modified":"2025-07-11T15:02:54","modified_gmt":"2025-07-11T20:02:54","slug":"story-must-be-told-best-fourth-of-july-not","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/story-must-be-told-best-fourth-of-july-not\/","title":{"rendered":"Story Must Be\u00a0Told\u00a0\u2013 Best Fourth of July (not)"},"content":{"rendered":"

This story starts Badly, changes to Good, and ends Sickeningly. Enjoy my life.<\/p>\n

<\/span><\/span>I went to my neighbor’s yard to watch the fireworks on the evening of the Fourth. Whoops, alcohol. I must have alcohol to celebrate! Oh, I have wine bottles in my car, thank goodness. My neighbor gave me about six bottles of wine this Christmas. I kept the box of bottles in my car in case I needed wine outside of a restaurant. We almost drank the wine at the big horse show this Spring but failed. Drat.<\/span><\/p>\n

I drank at least half a bottle of wine while chatting with my neighbors, and Ed and Sharon during and after the fireworks show.<\/span><\/p>\n

That evening, I crawled into bed, and about five minutes later, my body told me it needed to throw up! I rushed into the bathroom and succeeded in throwing up into the toilet.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

OH, MY GAWD!<\/b>\u00a0There was Blood in the toilet;\u00a0<\/span><\/span>Bright red blotches of Blood.<\/span><\/strong>\u00a0<\/b><\/span>I took a picture of the stool blood. Google told me that I had bleeding in my stomach, and an ER visit was mandatory.<\/span><\/p>\n

I decided to check into a nearby hospital Emergency room in the morning, even though Google told me not to wait, as I was bleeding internally. Then I started burping incessantly. My stomach hurt about 1-2 out of 10 pain. I decided I could not sleep now, so I’ll go to the ER. It was around 11:00, the right time to check into the ER. No one had blown up their hand or suffered a heart attack then.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. ER entered my plush ER room and asked,<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/span>“Why are you here?<\/em>” I said,\u00a0<\/span><\/span>“I vomited blood,” and showed her the photograph I had taken.<\/em>\u00a0<\/i><\/span>I told her about the constant burping, too.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The ER nurse stole Blood from my body, blood pressure checked (a little high), and all those tubes were inserted in both arms.<\/span><\/p>\n

The MRI did not discover stomach cancer like I had diagnosed. No chemo for me this time!<\/p>\n

At about 3:00 AM, I was checked into my plush hospital room. I was attached to a bag of liquid. I’ve been through hospital ER\u00a0<\/span><\/span>in the past<\/span>\u00a0<\/span>and knew to bring my phone, iPad, and a change of clothing. I am prepared.<\/span><\/p>\n

Note:<\/span><\/strong>\u00a0<\/span>I am now attached to the IV on wheels thing. You must roll your IV everywhere you go, the bathroom. I learned how to steer it, so my tubes stayed attached. It was a slight learning experience to go through this again.\u00a0<\/span>It’s\u00a0<\/span>kind of\u00a0like relearning how to drive a stick car.<\/span>\u00a0Your hooked-up arm needs to stay straight, or the alarm goes off. I watched what buttons the nurse punched so I could shut it off and restart it.<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span>I got liquid shots through the other arm for what I didn’t know (burping drug). I had to use the bathroom at least every hour, as all that liquid flooded inside my arm wanted to exit. I might have slept a few hours when daylight came, and the nurse reappeared.<\/span><\/p>\n

I got to fill my hungry stomach with liquids and Jello.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>Yummy<\/b><\/span><\/em>! No real food. My stomach quit hurting, and I stopped burping!<\/span><\/p>\n

I had liquids put into the unhooked arm. I felt at peace, except the IV alarm went off every time I bent my arm, especially when I drank and ate breakfast and lunch. I learned how to keep my arm somewhat straight when I ate. My left arm refused to hold the little drink cup and use the spoon for the Jello.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

When the nurse woke me up, it was daylight.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>\u00a0I became lucid and lay there with a lot of time to think before my breakfast was delivered.\u00a0<\/span>OMG! Could the Blood be the red wine?!<\/b><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Those RED wine bottles had been in a closed-up car throughout the 90-degree outdoor weather. It was probably 100 degrees plus in the car for days and days. Does wine spoil when living in a 100-degree car for a month?<\/p>\n

That is my new diagnosis, much better than stomach cancer! I’m probably the only person ever admitted to the ER suffering from ruined red wine. People puke when they drink too much wine, but they rarely drink a half bottle of two months of cooked wine.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I was told the my stomach was “uncomfortable”\u00a0<\/span>which caused the constant burping<\/span><\/p>\n

The doctor visited me in the morning, and I told him about the wine!\u00a0<\/span>“Hmmm.”<\/em>\u00a0<\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Later, after a liquid breakfast and real food for lunch, I was released from the hospital! This should be the happy ending, but NO. Let’s think about my stomach suffering from the liquid inserted. Maybe my stomach did not completely recover from the spoiled cooked wine.<\/span>\u00a0Surely, the real food from lunch had not yet been deposited into my bowel area.<\/p>\n

Thankfully, they allowed me to drive home since I was not drugged. I had to beg just a little.<\/p>\n

About 10 miles from home, constant diarrhea started. It could not be contained inside my body. It insisted on exiting my body. I had some red lights to stop and wait at while horrid stuff was squirting out of my body. Stressful. Lordy. I had a bunch of liquid manure\/poop that came out.<\/span><\/p>\n

Thank gawd for toilets when you are home person. The person who would have drove me home is lucky top avoid the diarrhea smell.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This story starts Badly, changes to Good, and ends Sickeningly. Enjoy my life. I went to my neighbor’s yard to watch the fireworks on the evening of the Fourth. Whoops, alcohol. I must have alcohol to celebrate! Oh, I have wine bottles in my car, thank goodness. My neighbor gave me about six bottles of wine this Christmas. I kept the box of bottles in my car in case I needed wine outside of a restaurant. We almost drank the wine at the big horse show this Spring but failed.…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[148],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8128","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-susan-travels"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8128","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8128"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8128\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8129,"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8128\/revisions\/8129"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8128"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8128"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8128"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}