Sunday, November 17, 2013

The Rhinestone Hospital

Our Florida beach vacation was just what the doctored ordered.  Rest, relax, eat out, and leave all our cares back home. We spent four glorious days in Clearwater Beach with a beautiful view of the Gulf of Mexico from our hotel. The weather was perfect and the Gulf crystal clear with very little surf. It was overcast and cooler on Friday morning as we packed up for the drive home.  Valdosta, GA was our destination to spend the night to break up the long drive.
About the time we got to Valdosta, I started getting the chills and shaking so hard it was impossible to get warm.  Charles heated up bath towels in the room microwave and wrapped me up like a mummy. With Tylenol and lots of prayer I made it through the long night and the miserable drive back to Acworth. 
I had no idea what was wrong with me or why my fever was almost 104 degrees, until my right leg started to swell, burn, and turn bright red.  At the Kennestone Hospital emergency room, it was soon determined that I had cellulitis caused by a bacterial infection which left untreated could prove to be deadly. I was admitted to the hospital so that treatment with high-powered IV antibiotics could begin.  The memories of sun, sand, and surf quickly faded only to be replaced by needles, nurses, and no-sleep. 
Watching TV and checking my email on my Smartphone was my main form of entertainment while I was confined to my hospital bed. Early one morning, I received an email from a friend who asked me to critique a story she wanted to submit.  I managed to reply (not easy with hands hooked up to IV tubing) that I was in Kennestone Hospital being treated for Cellulitis. The Android operating system for my phone did not like my reply one bit and decided to fix my ignorant statement with its auto-correct feature.  In its infinite wisdom, Android replied to my friend, “I’m in Rhinestone Hospital being treated for Cellulite.”
Once I realized what happened, I started laughing and couldn’t quit. It was 5 AM and I’m in my room laughing my head off. If a nurse had shown up, she would have called the men in white coats for sure. In my mind I was off to an exotic and expensive fat farm, eating rabbit food, and undergoing liposuction treatments for my dimpled, lumpy skin. If laughter is good medicine, then I improved my chances of recovery every time I thought about it. 
Reality soon hit with the shift change and the fresh deluge of nurses, aides, and doctors and the overhead bright lights so that everybody could check my progress. I recalled one of the lines Glenn Campbell sang from his hit song, The Rhinestone Cowboy. “But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me.”
After my two weeks in the spotlight, I am almost recovered and according to my scales, still carrying around way too much cellulite.


  1. Talk about shifting emotions...this piece is priceless! Being able to laugh - really laugh - despite your serious health crisis is a great example of your wonderful sense of humor.
    You described so well the good and the bad of the last three weeks. I'm thankful for the happy ending.

  2. So funny! I can hear you laughing your head off in my mind as if I was right there with you. And I'm laughing out loud right now as I write this!

  3. Well girl, you are on your way to recovery. That is so funny, the best sign is getting your sense of humor back and being able to laugh at anything. Laughter is the BEST medicine, so keep thinking of that and any other funny stories and you will be "up to snuff" (as we say in the south) in no time flat. Miss you.

  4. We all need some of your endurance in times like these. God provides us with good times, memories, but also gives us the ability to except challenges, even with humor.
    So glad you are better & able to continue your blogs. Really enjoyable...

  5. Laughed so hard at this one, Little Sis. I think it could go to the "Reader's Digest" humor section. Take all the time you need to get rested from all these latest health issues. This is good advice from your Middle Sis.