James B. Earley
A Word To The Wise - For Whatever It's Worth.... - Poem by James B. Earley
….Perusing them close
That frequent overdose
Formidable your clout
Check with the Pharmacist
…With matters of doubt
Once clinically informed
...Allow the body dictate
A medical path forward
Double checking prescriptions
‘Tis the unsuspecting malady
I awakened one morning, feeling quite well. After ingesting my regular dosage of prescribed medications, I went downstairs to prepare the day’s breakfast. As I opened the refrigerator door, I was stricken with an enormous pounding throughout my forehead, accompanied by an intense sensation of fire within my nostrils. Struggling to maintain consciousness, I made my way through the dining area, supported by furniture, to the living room sofa. A raging coldness spread throughout my body, along with accute spasms of quivering and shaking. Once on the sofa, I had no physical strength to get up. I literally thought that I was in the initial throes of dying.
Transported to the Hospital by ambulance, I was evaluated throughout the day, and well into the evening; was sent home with the admonition that “should the symptoms reoccur, return immediately.” I felt fine though the night, and initially into the morning. Soon after taking my prescribed medications, I began feeling semblances of sensations from the previous day. I immediately returned to Emergency. Again, a day of vigorous testing, and well into the evening, I was admitted to the Hospital.
After five days hospitalization, and untold hours of meticulous evaluation, the Chief of Medical Services paid me a surprise visit, saying “under the circumstances, you’re a fortunate man, we’ve determined your life-threatening issue arose from the fact that you were critically over-medicated.”
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