Kate’s Quests

Saturday night my friend Shara called me wanting a ride to the ER.  She has the chicken pox!  For the second time.  And I was fine until about a half hour after we got home and then I ended up with the stomach flu (or something).  It’s been an awful couple of days, but I’m starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel.  Shara, well, she’s still in bed.

We went on base today because she was told to come back for a re-evaluation.  Well…no one notified anyone else that we were coming back and so no one knew what to do.  Every time they needed to tell her something or get her ID card, they sent someone different.  We saw four different people in the thirty minutes we were there (all with different advice).  We stood in the foyer because she wasn’t allowed in the hospital because apparently she’s too sick.  They did allow me to go get her prescriptions, though.  Better to be exposed to someone who has been throwing up every 15 minutes for 6 hours straight than to someone with itchy bumps.  Not that I think one sickness is “better” than another, I just didn’t know that they had a level of sickness that they didn’t allow in a hospital.  Isn’t that where you’re supposed to go when you’re sick?