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Show 216 "It" will be my emergency kit. I will stuff everything into this red bag that any medical person might need to know how to immediately treat me. An article or two about stiff-man syndrome. A brief medical history. A letter from my doctor, on official letterhead paper, outlining an appropriate emergency response and all contact information. Information on accessing the port-a-cath. And - thanks to Dr. Chappie - a small quantity of oral Versed, horribly sweet and sticky, readily administered by anyone until the IV version can be started. "I'll tape a white cross on it," I am musing to Virginia "It'll be my 'white-cross' kit." She smiles at my stupid joke and starts the car for our return trip home. The completed kit will go into my wheelchair backpack. Maybe I can get out the words, "...look in the wheelchair backpack for the red bag" next time I am in an emergency room in massive spasming. Maybe then the medical personnel will follow the instructions, since they will be written directly from my doctor. Maybe then it will not take so long to bring the worst spasms under control and I will not have to be admitted. Maybe. Odd, I am thinking. My wheelchair has a backpack. Maybe I should take it camping. |
