The phone rang at 5 o’clock Wednesday afternoon, the person asked to speak to Tony Fouhse.
I thought it was a telemarketer but it turned out to be a doctor I’d never met who was calling
to save my life (or at least save the day).

I’d been feeling poorly for a while, quite sick to tell the truth, and by some fluke the 2 sets of
bloodwork I’d had done over the course of 5 days had landed on Dr. Zimmerman’s desk. She’s
a Nephrologist who’s on the ball…..she noticed that my kidneys (nephrologists deal in kidneys)
were going through a massive, acute failure.

Long story short, I was rushed to the hospital where a bed and specialists were waiting for me.
I was checked in, poked, prodded, questioned. Poked and prodded some more. There was no
time to waste.

I ended up staying in hospital for 4 days where the teams did good (but painful) work on me
and I’m now back home. My symptoms are in abatement because the causes were treated.

Cindy brought me my point and shoot the second day I was in the hospital. What follows are
a few of the kinds of photos you can take when you’re stuck in a bed, no mobility, facing one
direction and an uncertain future. Not what I would choose to shoot…..I shot what was there,
what I could see.

Thanks to the nurses and doctors who treated me. I appreciate it.