Mr. Winky got poked in the eye

About 4:00 AM I couldn't pee, and my BP shot up to 212/120, and I was fearful of a heart attack, so I called 911 for the first time in my life. The ambulance and crew were world-class, thank you.

The first thing done was a frightfully long catheter shoved down Mr. Winky's eye. Immediately, relief came, and I spent several pleasant hours going through tests while watching South Park from my gurney.

After my visit concluded, another knowledgeable and pleasant doctor explained the test results, one of which included the discovery of a small nodule on my lung that I will deal with on my terms when I get done with my adventure.

I left with a pee bag strapped to my leg and hopped on a bus home. I asked when leaving what BP meds were recommended, and the reply was, they're not needed; you have normal BP.

The only reason I mentioned any of my mini-adventure is the effort taken to watch my diet, exercise, and a few supplements that paid off in a big way. There is no doubt in my mind that if I had a high BP before this episode started that I would have suffered a heart attack.

Now I'm stuck here on SS payday realizing that I don't have a personal pharmacy and need to hop on another bus with a bag in tow to CVS. This got me thinking: why don't we have a comparable service to Meals on Wheels for seniors? You could call it Pills on Wheels 😀.