I'm back. 

I was rushed into hospital last Saturday evening with a temp of
41.2C (that's 106F in real money) blood pressure through the roof and
setting off alarms, heart rate topping out at 180bpm and a head that
felt like it had exploded been swept up, minced, pounded and then
stuck on an oven on full blast. 

I can remember looking up about midnight and seeing four bags on the
drip trolley, but I don't remember anything else until Sunday morning.

Lots of tests later - and all they can really put it down to was a
virus, though what virus is still under debate. By Monday I was ready
to go home but of course I had to complete the course of IV
antibiotics (because they were started and you can stop mid course) so
it was a long wait to Wednesday evening before I could
escape. Now feeling almost 100% better, so its back to the grindstone.

OK, not to many posts to catch up on :(

-- 
Bob.

Ye Old One  wrote:

> I'm back. 
> 
> I was rushed into hospital last Saturday evening with a temp of
> 41.2C (that's 106F in real money) blood pressure through the roof
> and setting off alarms, heart rate topping out at 180bpm and a
> head that felt like it had exploded been swept up, minced, pounded
> and then stuck on an oven on full blast. 
> 
> I can remember looking up about midnight and seeing four bags on
> the drip trolley, but I don't remember anything else until Sunday
> morning. 
> 
> Lots of tests later - and all they can really put it down to was a
> virus, though what virus is still under debate. By Monday I was
> ready to go home but of course I had to complete the course of IV
> antibiotics (because they were started and you can stop mid
> course) so it was a long wait to Wednesday evening before I could
> escape. Now feeling almost 100% better, so its back to the
> grindstone.

What a relief!!!  I'm so glad you're better.

Stu

On 19 Jul 2008 20:37:32 GMT, "Stuart A. Bronstein"
 enriched this group when s/he wrote:

>Ye Old One  wrote:
>
>> I'm back. 
>> 
>> I was rushed into hospital last Saturday evening with a temp of
>> 41.2C (that's 106F in real money) blood pressure through the roof
>> and setting off alarms, heart rate topping out at 180bpm and a
>> head that felt like it had exploded been swept up, minced, pounded
>> and then stuck on an oven on full blast. 
>> 
>> I can remember looking up about midnight and seeing four bags on
>> the drip trolley, but I don't remember anything else until Sunday
>> morning. 
>> 
>> Lots of tests later - and all they can really put it down to was a
>> virus, though what virus is still under debate. By Monday I was
>> ready to go home but of course I had to complete the course of IV
>> antibiotics (because they were started and you can stop mid
>> course) so it was a long wait to Wednesday evening before I could
>> escape. Now feeling almost 100% better, so its back to the
>> grindstone.
>
>What a relief!!! 

Nah! Kept asking the nurses for relief but they told me they were not
allowed to do that.

> I'm so glad you're better.
>
>Stu

Thanks Stu.

-- 
Bob.

In message , Ye Old One 
 writes
>I'm back.
>
>I was rushed into hospital last Saturday evening with a temp of
>41.2C (that's 106F in real money) blood pressure through the roof and
>setting off alarms, heart rate topping out at 180bpm and a head that
>felt like it had exploded been swept up, minced, pounded and then
>stuck on an oven on full blast.
>
>I can remember looking up about midnight and seeing four bags on the
>drip trolley, but I don't remember anything else until Sunday morning.
>
>Lots of tests later - and all they can really put it down to was a
>virus, though what virus is still under debate. By Monday I was ready
>to go home but of course I had to complete the course of IV
>antibiotics (because they were started and you can stop mid course) so
>it was a long wait to Wednesday evening before I could
>escape. Now feeling almost 100% better, so its back to the grindstone.
>
>OK, not to many posts to catch up on :(
>
I stay with this group because it has all the  sepulchral ambience of a 
funeral parlour.       One could die peacefully in here without causing 
a fuss...

Glad it was only viral, albeit with nasty effects and that you are 
feeling ok again.
-- 
Gordon H

In message , Ye Old One wrote:

> I'm back.
> 
> I was rushed into hospital last Saturday evening with a temp of
> 41.2C (that's 106F in real money) blood pressure through the roof and
> setting off alarms, heart rate topping out at 180bpm and a head that
> felt like it had exploded been swept up, minced, pounded and then
> stuck on an oven on full blast.
> 
> I can remember looking up about midnight and seeing four bags on the
> drip trolley, but I don't remember anything else until Sunday morning.
> 
> Lots of tests later - and all they can really put it down to was a
> virus, though what virus is still under debate. By Monday I was ready
> to go home but of course I had to complete the course of IV
> antibiotics (because they were started and you can stop mid course) so
> it was a long wait to Wednesday evening before I could
> escape. Now feeling almost 100% better, so its back to the grindstone.
> 
Welcome back, and next time remember to keep your anti-virus stuff up to
date...

-- 
Dave
mail da ve@llondel.org (without the space)
http://www.llondel.org
So many gadgets, so little time

On Wed, 23 Jul 2008 05:12:50 +0100, "Dave {Reply Address in.Sig}"
<noone$$@llondel.org> enriched this group when s/he wrote:

>In message , Ye Old One wrote:
>
>> I'm back.
>> 
>> I was rushed into hospital last Saturday evening with a temp of
>> 41.2C (that's 106F in real money) blood pressure through the roof and
>> setting off alarms, heart rate topping out at 180bpm and a head that
>> felt like it had exploded been swept up, minced, pounded and then
>> stuck on an oven on full blast.
>> 
>> I can remember looking up about midnight and seeing four bags on the
>> drip trolley, but I don't remember anything else until Sunday morning.
>> 
>> Lots of tests later - and all they can really put it down to was a
>> virus, though what virus is still under debate. By Monday I was ready
>> to go home but of course I had to complete the course of IV
>> antibiotics (because they were started and you can stop mid course) so
>> it was a long wait to Wednesday evening before I could
>> escape. Now feeling almost 100% better, so its back to the grindstone.
>> 
>Welcome back, and next time remember to keep your anti-virus stuff up to
>date...

Thanks Dave, will do.

-- 
Bob.

Dave {Reply Address in.Sig} wrote:
> In message , Ye Old One wrote:
> 
>> I'm back.
>>
> Welcome back, and next time remember to keep your anti-virus stuff up to
> date...
> 
So what are you going to do with 7 cats when *you* come back?

Nev

In message <g67d7d$16c$1@aioe.org>, nev young wrote:

> Dave {Reply Address in.Sig} wrote:
>> In message , Ye Old One
>> wrote:
>> 
>>> I'm back.
>>>
>> Welcome back, and next time remember to keep your anti-virus stuff up to
>> date...
>> 
> So what are you going to do with 7 cats when *you* come back?
> 
The four new ones aren't coming back with us. They have to be six months old
to get a rabies jab and then wait another six months before they can enter
the country without quarantine, so we will be giving them to good homes
over here.
-- 
Dave
mail da ve@llondel.org (without the space)
http://www.llondel.org
So many gadgets, so little time

On Thu, 24 Jul 2008 05:56:40 +0100, "Dave {Reply Address in.Sig}"
<noone$$@llondel.org> enriched this group when s/he wrote:

>In message <g67d7d$16c$1@aioe.org>, nev young wrote:
>
>> Dave {Reply Address in.Sig} wrote:
>>> In message , Ye Old One
>>> wrote:
>>> 
>>>> I'm back.
>>>>
>>> Welcome back, and next time remember to keep your anti-virus stuff up to
>>> date...
>>> 
>> So what are you going to do with 7 cats when *you* come back?
>> 
>The four new ones aren't coming back with us. They have to be six months old
>to get a rabies jab and then wait another six months before they can enter
>the country without quarantine, so we will be giving them to good homes
>over here.

Ah! Helping to spread the cat's aim of total world domination.

-- 
Bob.