Once I got 911 it was supposed to be smooth sailing. For the most part it was. I made sure the door was open and they EMS arrived, took my vitals and got me out the apartment. I expected to go to the hospital for the flu. Actually I didn't really know what to expect. On one hand I THOUGHT I had the flu but on the other hand I couldn't walk.
In the ambulance the workers asked me where I wanted to go. I told them Montefiore. After a few minutes I was told they couldn't take me there. There was some block preventing them from bringing me there. My other choices were Jacobi Hospital and a few that were more in the South Bronx. I chose Jacobi.
It's always weird talking about Jacobi Hospital. My parents met at Jacobi. My mother worked there. My father passed away at Jacobi Hospital. I feel too familiar with this place. I also heard a few negative things abut Jacobi. Nonetheless, it beat going to the South Bronx.
In the ER the staff is very professional. I have absolutely no complaints about the ER stay. I wasn't in there very long before I was attended to. They got me x-rays and checked on me frequently. After a few hours I was told I didn't have the flu. After reviewing my symptoms I had cellulitus. A skin infection. Actually the EMS worker said that I might have that. And since I had no way to get home I was admitted. I figured a few days of antibiotics through an IV and I should be as good as new.
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