Thursday, April 23, 2009

TB from the ER

Tommy woke up this morning with chest pains so we drove all over town looking for open walk-in clinics in an effort to avoid the ER. Our efforts failed and we spent a few hours (and probably quite a few hundred dollars) in the ER.

In the ER room next to ours (the same room with a curtain in between) was an Indian family with a sick and crying baby. After a few rounds of questioning the family about the baby's condition, they mentioned that when they were in India last month the baby had pneumonia and spent 7 days in the hospital. After thinking for a while, the doctors thought the baby might have gotten TB in the Indian hospital. They quickly transferred the family to a quarantine room and disinfected the entire area. This left us a little unnerved because there was only a sheet separating us from TB Baby and they didn't think to clean our area or move us. So watch out, we might have TB. We'll try not to breathe when you are around.

The doctors said Tommy wasn't having a heart attack and he didn't have a collapsed lung so they sent him home. He decided to spend his day off in luxury at his parents house and I went to school.

I had called for a sub to cover the first two hours, which was WASL proctoring and that I wasn't sure when I would make it back to school. So after I dropped Tommy off at the lake, I drove out to Deming. The secretary told me to go home because the sub was counting on a full day. So I turned around and came home and enjoyed an unexpected day to myself!

3 comments:

Isaac Hurst said...

Great, so tommy took TB to his parents house and infected them. At least you didn't swim in the like (right?) because you could have infected the entire water supply for bellingham.

Ben Coogan said...

nice hospital story. reminds me of the time tommy and isaac took me to the hospital after tommy cracked my ribs with an oar. boy, do i miss you guys! seriously though... i miss you morgan.

Tommy Lingbloom said...

I was totally thinking of that when we were waiting in the ER. The best part was when I was when we called the FAT house and you couldn't stop laughing, even though it hurt.