10 -- Hospital, Round 2 / CORK
July 15-20 Sunday morning. We were supposed to be headed to the beach for a week. We’d been planning it for months. Normally, I would have already had everything packed but I hadn’t had the energy or ability to even collect my thoughts about it. Just as well. I wound up in an ambulance, going back to the hospital in full Myasthenic Crisis. I remember the paramedic reading up on MG as we rode. He continually monitored me, spoke soothingly to me. I squeezed the pump respirator, trying to force enough air into my lungs to breathe. By the time we arrived at the hospital, I was too exhausted to care much. I don’t remember much about Sunday once I was taken into the ER. I vaguely remember a chest x-ray. David said I was nauseous but I don’t remember throwing up. He also mentioned that the resident doctor I had been assigned in my previous visit checked on me but I have no recollection of seeing her. ...