By SignCraft Magazine
Posted on Monday, August 28th, 2017
When Thursday night came, the chills started and the headache came back with a vengeance. I skipped dinner and stumbled up to bed with some aspirin. An hour later, my wife had to take me to the hospital.
Soon I had a couple of IV drips; heart and BP monitors and a host of expensive equipment beeping at me. All I remember is hoping that the health insurance would pay for it all. They shot me up with something to kill the pain.
The next morning I woke up in a hospital bed. Everyone who came into the room wore a costume from a bad sci-fi movie. Face shields, doubled gloves, extra gowns, the whole bit. My room had yellow tape across the door. I was in isolation because they thought that I may have meningitis.