Tuesday, August 28, 2012
I am not a happy camper- ever
To those people who know me, know I am not a camper. I don’t tent it, I don’t RV it, my idea of roughing it is a hotel room. A hotel room with a shower, a sink & the most important thing.. a toilet.
. There was a sound from an approaching boat, I just layed there. A lady came on board, I said “Hi I am Tiffany and I am dying.” Then a few seconds later a guy came in with a huge medical bag & he started asking me all sorts of questions. Was I keeping anything down? How did I feel? He determined that I needed additional antibiotics & he gave me one then and there and told me to drink green tea. Right away after I drank the tea, I started to feel better. The antibiotic kicked in and I was able to eat a banana..and I kept it down. To me that was a miracle. I was so blessed to have a PA come right to the boat, at the exact time I needed one. The rest of the day I was able to get up and walk around and be among the land of the living. I am so grateful that we got our sign.