Part 3 Vegas: The Exciting, Adventurous, No Good, Horrible, Terrible Trip

Reader, I’m headed out of town on another Adventure.  Thought I would wrap up this tale before I depart.  Enjoy!

I awakened to the quiet hum of the room air conditioner.  I look out the huge window marveling at the expanse before me.  It is Saturday and the sound of young children pattering down the hall laughing softly greets my ears…Wait a minute, back up this is not a Romance novel.  This is the exciting, adventurous, etc. LV trip. Let’s get to the Horrible part.

With no agenda to follow, we decide to walk down the strip and take pics of the hotels especially the Bellagio fountain and the monte carlo volcano.  The coolness of the casino has made us forget the 100+degree temp.  A worker told me they actually pump pure oxygen into the casino…ostensibly for the cigarette smoke, but probably to add to the lightheaded, giddiness of the gambler. We are assaulted by the heat and decide to duck in and catch a nearby movie.  Rock of Ages is about to begin and even though the unnamed one hates Rom-com, I convince him that it is a musical with lots of classic rock and roll tunes.

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The theatre is almost empty.  We find seats with sufficient legroom and within minutes, unnamed one is snoring.  Two hours later, I am dancing in my seat having totally enjoyed the movie.  I wake up the unnamed one and we head to the Hard Rock café for a classic burger and fries to cap off our classic filled day. A stop at the liquor store and the unnamed one settles in front of the tube to watch a game.  I busy myself reading the latest edition of O magazine.

Just as I am about to doze off, I hear a loud Oh, hell no coming from across the room.  I turn to see the unnamed one holding out both of his arms which are now covered with the most horrible looking angry red welts.  Within minutes, he is also scratching at his legs and the welts magically envelope his body. My super mom training kicks in and I quickly hand him 2 benadryls and a Xanax.

After about an hour, the welts are still spreading and I can see he is in a great deal of distress.  I call the front desk and ask about medical service.  They inform me that the nearest clinic is a few miles away.  We discuss the feasibility of going to a clinic and I decide he needs immediate medical attention, so the paramedics are called.

Within minutes, the hotel security is knocking at the door.  They are accompanied by two grand staff members.  They all try to act matter of factly but register shock when they see his swollen arms and legs.  One asks if he is having difficulty breathing.  The paramedics arrive and immediately hook up an IV to administer Benadryl.  They monitor his blood pressure, breathing and heart.  He tells them he does NOT want to go to the hospital. After some discussion, the decision is made to go anyway.

The hotel security leads us down a back, secret passage of the grand to the waiting ambulance.  Amazingly , we Never saw any guests…guess that wouldn’t be good for business.  I sat in the front and the driver kept up a friendly banter all the way to the hospital.

At the hospital, we were greeted by a team who quickly went to work assessing his condition.  He wasn’t able to provide much history, but I retraced all the possible things that may have led up to his condition.  The doctors finally acknowledged that he had a bad reaction to something…might have been on the plane, the mosquito bite in ATL, the Mexican food, the change in climate, Stress, heat, Anything really.  The good news was they could treat it and he would be back in the hotel in a few hours.

Meanwhile, the doctor said they would give him 2 medications via IV and a prescription.  A short time later one of the nursing assistants came in and announced she had another medication for him.  Do you like cranberry or apple juice...We both were a little puzzled since the doctor had administered two meds before leaving the room.  Cranberry, I guess.  She began squeezing the contents of a hypodermic into a glass of juice…this is Dexa..something…a steroid.

As she approached the bed holding the red juice, I stared at her and she glanced down at his hospital wrist band.  A worried look came over her face and she backed away…I’ll be right back.  A few minutes later I heard Nursing assistant telling the patient in the next cubicle...Sir, I have your medicine…it’s a steroid that will help youI hope you like cranberry juice.  Reader do I need to say more? Deadly cocktail averted. Malpractice suit aborted. Dang!

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The next morning, bright and early I was making my way to the 24 hour CVS to fill his prescription.  It was indeed open but the pharmacist didn’t start her day until 10 am giving me about 2 hours to wander around the store, trying on different lotions, makeup, even standing on that foot machine to learn what type of ortho support I needed…hmm 240A. I kept the support on while walking around the store.  Remembering to take it off  and put it back in the package before I walked out lest, I become a residnte of the Nevada state facilities.

The rest of the day was spent tending to unnamed ones’ needs.  Stopping at Mickey Ds for plain oatmeal, administering medicine, finding a deli that had chicken soup and unprocessed sandwiches, making small talk when he was awake , going to the liquor store, Dasani for him and mini bottles of Anything for me.  And, Oh of course, talking to the grand people about his need to stay in bed despite the impending 11 am checkout

Oh yes, we heard about what happened to him and the ambulance and all…we are so sorry…late checkout?  let me see…we can only extend it to 6pm because the room may be booked…Oh he has to stay in bed?  And your flight isn’t until 11 tonight.  Okay let me check…No, its not booked but if you want to stay until 10, I’m afraid we will have to charge you for another day.  I’m sorry,is there anything else I can do for you?

The day wore one and I gathered up our things.  This was the first trip that I had Never fully unpacked my suitcase.  I suggested to him that rather than stay and pay for another night, we go the the movies…yes, another one.  It was 110 degrees when we stepped out of the hotel.  I knew he could not walk the 2 blocks to the movies so I went to the valet stand in front of the grand and told the guy our destination.

Well, lady the movie is just around the block.  I understand that Sir, but he just got out of the hospital and can’t walk that distance.  We will pay the fare plus a generous tip.  Please. I don’t remember the name of the movie…something sci fi with a lot of blood and heads being ripped off.  I took a Xanax and promptly fell asleep while the unnamed one sat glued to the screen.

At the airport, we managed to find a restaurant that was still open and shared a sandwich. Of course, we both were stopped at Security because of the Dasani bottles in his carryon/my purse.  They had been meant to fortify us at the movies and I had forgotten about them. The plane was on time.  A quick stop in ATL enough to get coffee and the flight to home was ready to board.  But wait ,the unnamed one was… Missing.

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I had heard him mumble...I have to go to the bathroom.. and just like that… Gone.. Passengers in zone 2 we are ready for boarding now.  I call his cell, search down the corridor, call his cell, call his cell.  It’s time to make a decision.  The last people have boarded and the flight attendant is looking sternly at me.  Can you wait just one minute?  Only One.  My cell rings.  It is him.  The plane is going to leave You.  I’m boarding.  Yes , Reader, this is the Titanic moment...Save yourself sistah.  He can take the next one.  Besides everyone knows there is a bathroom on the plane.

 

 

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