Yesterday I said that I had gotten a cold.  I was mistaken.  As it turns out, I have bronchitis. I had a somewhat sleepless night plagued with coughing and difficulty breathing.  When something like this happens, my mind tends to run wild with all sorts of fears.  By the time morning came, I was fit to be tied. To make matters worse, my caregivers did not show up this morning.  I called the head of the agency and asked what had happened.  She said the staffing person was on vacation and although she was supposed to take care of things herself, she had forgotten.  After we talked a bit she agreed to send others out to help me, including a nurse. When the nurse arrived, she said she did not have to use her stethoscope because she could hear me breathing a "wheezing" sound across the room.  An ambulance was called and I was whisked away to the hospital for the second week in a row. I usually have good care at the hospital where I went, but for some reason this turned out to be one of those weird trips.  Two nurses came to take some blood from me.  Before they could withdraw any, they realized they were in the wrong room. Someone came to "walk" me down to get a chest x-ray.  I looked at the man and told him that I was disabled could not walk.  He asked me why the doctor had ordered this if that was the case.  I said I did not know the answer to that but he could always ask the doctor. A short while later they came in with a portable x-ray unit.  They raised the head of my bed, and I went sliding toward the other end.  They caught me just before I fell off of it. They also ran an EKG on me, which turned out to be good although not perfect. When the tests were finished, I wound up waiting four hours to see the doctor again.  He prescribed a decongestant to help with my breathing.  He also prescribed an antibiotic.  Instead of giving me two tablets, he doubled it to four for today.  It must have helped already because the wheezing has discontinued. By the time the doctor had written the prescriptions for me, and filled out the paperwork so that I could have a ride home, I had been at the hospital for more than six hours. My discharge papers say that if I am tired, I am supposed to rest for the next two or three days.  This time, I am going to do just that.   Motivational Quotes:   “"We will either find a way or make one." Hannibal