Ever have one of those days when you get a good look at your own mortality?
I transported a septic woman yesterday to the ED from a PCPs office. She looked like death, hypotensive and feverish. She was s/p double mastectomy about 2 weeks ago and had a bunch of other unrelated medical issues. While we were driving, she asked me for another blanket and when I draped it around her shoulders she said, “thanks for helping out grandma”.
She was 2 years younger than me.
Made me take a long look in the mirror. I’m fat and out of shape. My cholesterol is high and so is my glucose. I need to get my stuff in order or I’m going to be the one on the stretcher soon.
I need to find a plan that I can manage and make it happen. I’ve got too much left to do.