This week was a lot of firsts.
The first week back to work since the hospital. First sunburn of the season. First beach trip of the summer. First bbq with my dear friends. First attempt at blood work since the hospital (don't know if I explained that one but boy was it a doozy.
It was nice to get back to work; to be with people and just immerse myself with the hectic life that is working in a pharmacy. The store manager was nervous about my return because I guess he believes I'm precious cargo. He wouldn't let me carry heavy things one day when I worked in the front probably because I had spent the week in the hospital but I told him constantly he was being silly.
When I went to get my blood work done last week it took forever. And they couldn't use the veins they normally do because they were scabbing or something underneath from all the IVs. So I had to wait till the end of the week to redo it and they still couldn't use those veins. Well I went before the beach on Thursday and ended up getting blood drawn from my wrist. It was weird, and the bandage was huge. That left a pretty interesting tan line. At the current moment there is an epic bruise there but I'm pretty I hit it yesterday while at work. Dad said it could be from the blood work though.
Saturday I had friends over for a bbq and unlike the last gathering at my house, I was actually able to move around freely without a wheel chair. Yay go me! I would say it was successful minus all the freaking bugs but I think I got away with only one bug bite on my elbow. What an obnoxious place to have one though. I love the summer time though, and gatherings where everyone brings a dish and you just chill. The only thing that was missing was our pool but there isn't much I could do about that anymore. Paul said we could have had a huge sumo wrestling competition where the pool was. Of course if you know Paul you would not be surprised by this suggestion at all.
I'm glad that my little sister is keeping up with her beautiful picture blog. I love her pictures so much and sometimes even save them (hope you don't mind Em!). But she just did a new post when I finally got around to checking this thing and I was so pumped.
Today I get to shop with Shannon for some new clothes for work and play. We were planning on going to the parade but at the current moment it's pouring rain and there was thunder earlier in the morning. Part of me wishes I knew it was going to rain because then I would have slept in but oh well, this is perfect nap weather later.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Pictures From the Hospital
Christopher said this was my E.T. finger. The end of this glowed red from Monday to Wednesday and I believe it kept my pulse. The number was posted on where they kept my heartbeat monitored. I just like the idea of me being E.T. for a few days
This was my view for the second half of the hospital stay but it's also where I stayed the beginning of the week. The place is beautiful with some very nice people in it. But it's not such a bad sight to look at. And if you note the garden at the bottom of the picture? My dad wants to make one of those at our house. A reflecting garden if you will.
So these are the two pictures I took while I was at the hospital along with the picture of the Italian ice that I posted last week. Today I tried to get my blood drawn but that was an unsuccessful trip. First, I waited in the waiting room for what had to be an hour, watching a family TAKE PICTURES in the waiting room of each other. When I finally went in, my girl Helen was finally back and she informed me that my veins were shot and she couldn't get any blood. So that means resting the veins for a bit, putting heat on them, and retrying later this week. Let me tell you, it hurt like a bitch today when she did try. Silly veins let's get your act together please
Gotta Keep Your Head Up
One week ago, I was just getting checked into Yale hospital in New Haven after being at Goose Lane for hours. Today? I had the pleasure of waking up in my own bed, without any pain or hurt that I had been experiencing last weekend. Nice change huh?
It's funny, I have been waking up around 6ish every morning and I think the reason for that is because I'm used to getting woken up to do vitals slash blood work that my body is used to it now. Not the best thing to get used to but, I'll take it as long as I can fall asleep again. Which has not been happening but still, I'm home and don't need to get the blood drawing at the crack of dawn.
Today I do have the pleasure to get my blood drawn to check my INR levels. The slight problem with that is I have not been getting the belly shots that I think jump starts my INR levels, so I know they are going to be all out of whack. I'm also taking a very high level of steroids which I realized last night when I was trying to go to bed that is an additional factor to my INR level probably being low. For some reason I'm not so worried about my INR levels because they told me last week that the blood clot was really gone and that I just had thickness on the walls of my veins.
Today I get to go back to work and I could not be more excited. Crazy, right? I am pumped to go back to the busiest day of the week and I have no reservations about it. I just want to go back to normal and spending a week in the hospital made me feel the farthest from normal I have in a long while. But tonight I get to work with my friends. So excited.
I'm going to post some of the pictures I took last week; one of my ET finger and the other of the building I was in/the view of the second room. I know I have been saying this for a while, but I am actually doing it today before I go into work.
Once again thanks for every kind thought and prayer everyone has sent this way. Love you all
It's funny, I have been waking up around 6ish every morning and I think the reason for that is because I'm used to getting woken up to do vitals slash blood work that my body is used to it now. Not the best thing to get used to but, I'll take it as long as I can fall asleep again. Which has not been happening but still, I'm home and don't need to get the blood drawing at the crack of dawn.
Today I do have the pleasure to get my blood drawn to check my INR levels. The slight problem with that is I have not been getting the belly shots that I think jump starts my INR levels, so I know they are going to be all out of whack. I'm also taking a very high level of steroids which I realized last night when I was trying to go to bed that is an additional factor to my INR level probably being low. For some reason I'm not so worried about my INR levels because they told me last week that the blood clot was really gone and that I just had thickness on the walls of my veins.
Today I get to go back to work and I could not be more excited. Crazy, right? I am pumped to go back to the busiest day of the week and I have no reservations about it. I just want to go back to normal and spending a week in the hospital made me feel the farthest from normal I have in a long while. But tonight I get to work with my friends. So excited.
I'm going to post some of the pictures I took last week; one of my ET finger and the other of the building I was in/the view of the second room. I know I have been saying this for a while, but I am actually doing it today before I go into work.
Once again thanks for every kind thought and prayer everyone has sent this way. Love you all
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Cause I'm Going Home Again
Yesterday was the BIG day. I woke up and was told I was going home. That was the best news ever to wake up to. Seriously. I got to have a little breakfast, get some IVs taken out, and pack up my stuff. I felt bad though, my roommate was told she was unable to go back home. She was a positive voice for me the day before, so I tried to be that to her as well. In order to keep her spirits up, I colored her a picture and left a little message to her, which I really believe she enjoyed. She was really nice and it was hard to know she wasn't leaving, but I was able to go home and the smile on my face was very hard to wipe off.
By 11 I was home and finally got to shower, which was the most amazing thing in the history of the world. Then Chris and I were able to have lunch after dropping off prescriptions at work. The food was pretty good, even though it was just McDonalds. And unfortunately (not at all) the shots for my stomach need some prior authorization so that was not filled for me. Tragic if you ask me. Please note the sarcasm.
Heather and Shannon came over to visit me yesterday. Prior to them coming over I was taking a nap which seems to be the only thing I have been doing since coming home. And while I was chatting/visiting them, I realized my body felt like it did after New Years. Which for those newer readers means that it got hit by a truck because it is not used to being able to move around so freely. It didn't last long like the last time, but it is still a very weird feeling of it being a struggle to sit up with your friends.
On another note, my knees are getting used to walking around again. My elbows are getting used to bending without IVs stuck in them and giving high fives sometimes hurts. Yes, I know how silly that sounds. Plus fist pumping to music? Not happening anytime soon unfortunately. My hands look like a land mine with all the bruises but none of this matters.
BECAUSE I'M HOME!!!!!!
By 11 I was home and finally got to shower, which was the most amazing thing in the history of the world. Then Chris and I were able to have lunch after dropping off prescriptions at work. The food was pretty good, even though it was just McDonalds. And unfortunately (not at all) the shots for my stomach need some prior authorization so that was not filled for me. Tragic if you ask me. Please note the sarcasm.
Heather and Shannon came over to visit me yesterday. Prior to them coming over I was taking a nap which seems to be the only thing I have been doing since coming home. And while I was chatting/visiting them, I realized my body felt like it did after New Years. Which for those newer readers means that it got hit by a truck because it is not used to being able to move around so freely. It didn't last long like the last time, but it is still a very weird feeling of it being a struggle to sit up with your friends.
On another note, my knees are getting used to walking around again. My elbows are getting used to bending without IVs stuck in them and giving high fives sometimes hurts. Yes, I know how silly that sounds. Plus fist pumping to music? Not happening anytime soon unfortunately. My hands look like a land mine with all the bruises but none of this matters.
BECAUSE I'M HOME!!!!!!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Another Effin Night of This
It's eight oclock at night and I'm ready for bed. Seriously can it be tomorrow morning already? PLEASE. I can not wait until I get to see my dogs, to shower, to sleep in my own bed. To just be home.
Contrary to the fact that Dr. I promised me yesterday and today that I was going home today, I am still here, by myself because I was being a complete bitch when I found out I had to stay here.
Today I went to get my ultrasound which was fine because I have done that before. However, I got so upset because when I was done they put me in the hall to get transferred. That was at two in the afternoon. I was facing the Mental Health Center, sitting there listening to other people get out of their rooms and be able to go back to their rooms. Nobody was sharing information with me, nobody said two words to me. I was sitting there for close to an hour, forgotten by the staff. Seriously, I was forgotten. At one point I hear them butchering my last night and I turn around on the stretcher/bed and look at them and they go oh yeah you are going upstairs someone will be right with you. The techs who gave me the ultrasound saw me still there after they helped another patient and they were like what are you still doing here. Then apologized because even though they put me on the list or whatever to get transferred, it didn't really record.
So straight from there I went to get the colonoscopy done. Boy was that a blast in a glass. I was sitting there forever crying because I was forgotten and left with my thoughts when I was terrified. But I got the drugs and it happened I guess. I def do have colitis, which means Dr. I has to figure out a way to recovery for me.
As I was getting out of the drug state, I thought my friend from work was helping moving my bed along. Dad told me I couldn't have been more wrong with that one. Oh well it was the drugs and Tara died laughing via text when I told her.
When we got back to the room, and I found out I had to stay, I didn't want to be near anyone. I shut down. I broke down. I was tired and being told one thing and then it being taken back. In my head I understand why they want me to stay, I really do. Better safe then sorry. But try telling that to a person who has not felt good since Sunday, who has been at the hospital since Monday, and just wants to go home and shower. So I really was a bitch and did not say two words to my parents who have been so supportive to me throughout this whole thing. I didn't mean to, it just happened.
Anyway, I was able to eat food again which tasted good, but has left my stomach all jumbly. Like I said I'm just ready for bed so tomorrow comes so I can go home. I already have plans for tomorrow night.....to go to a baseball game. All I want to do is get back to normal and if I couldn't start that tonight with laying low at home, I'll lay low here tonight and be able to go to the game tomorrow night. It's not like it is a rager; the games are normally really boring but I really do want to go.
Thanks for all the well wishes and support. I'm sorry I am not text messaging the people I promised but when all your hopes were crushed after going through something you didn't want to in the first place, you don't really want to talk to people anymore. I'm trying to be strong but I've decided tonight will be my pity party thing. And tomorrow I'll put on my smile. I promise
Contrary to the fact that Dr. I promised me yesterday and today that I was going home today, I am still here, by myself because I was being a complete bitch when I found out I had to stay here.
Today I went to get my ultrasound which was fine because I have done that before. However, I got so upset because when I was done they put me in the hall to get transferred. That was at two in the afternoon. I was facing the Mental Health Center, sitting there listening to other people get out of their rooms and be able to go back to their rooms. Nobody was sharing information with me, nobody said two words to me. I was sitting there for close to an hour, forgotten by the staff. Seriously, I was forgotten. At one point I hear them butchering my last night and I turn around on the stretcher/bed and look at them and they go oh yeah you are going upstairs someone will be right with you. The techs who gave me the ultrasound saw me still there after they helped another patient and they were like what are you still doing here. Then apologized because even though they put me on the list or whatever to get transferred, it didn't really record.
So straight from there I went to get the colonoscopy done. Boy was that a blast in a glass. I was sitting there forever crying because I was forgotten and left with my thoughts when I was terrified. But I got the drugs and it happened I guess. I def do have colitis, which means Dr. I has to figure out a way to recovery for me.
As I was getting out of the drug state, I thought my friend from work was helping moving my bed along. Dad told me I couldn't have been more wrong with that one. Oh well it was the drugs and Tara died laughing via text when I told her.
When we got back to the room, and I found out I had to stay, I didn't want to be near anyone. I shut down. I broke down. I was tired and being told one thing and then it being taken back. In my head I understand why they want me to stay, I really do. Better safe then sorry. But try telling that to a person who has not felt good since Sunday, who has been at the hospital since Monday, and just wants to go home and shower. So I really was a bitch and did not say two words to my parents who have been so supportive to me throughout this whole thing. I didn't mean to, it just happened.
Anyway, I was able to eat food again which tasted good, but has left my stomach all jumbly. Like I said I'm just ready for bed so tomorrow comes so I can go home. I already have plans for tomorrow night.....to go to a baseball game. All I want to do is get back to normal and if I couldn't start that tonight with laying low at home, I'll lay low here tonight and be able to go to the game tomorrow night. It's not like it is a rager; the games are normally really boring but I really do want to go.
Thanks for all the well wishes and support. I'm sorry I am not text messaging the people I promised but when all your hopes were crushed after going through something you didn't want to in the first place, you don't really want to talk to people anymore. I'm trying to be strong but I've decided tonight will be my pity party thing. And tomorrow I'll put on my smile. I promise
"Do You Think I Should Give My Number?"
Todayyyyyyyy is the big day. I am nervous as any one person could be but I am very excited to get this whole thing behind me, no pun intended.
First I have the ultrasound for Henry to make sure nothing is going on with him because I have been off the blood thinners for a few days and there has been some discomfort with him since coming to the hospital. The new girl at work may have teased me with my water, but I am dying without that three liter jug.
Then it's the colonoscopy, ugh so embarrassing but needed. Last night was torture as from what I have heard, and I have also heard that the prep work is the worse part. For me it's the whole waiting game. One of my best friends has become my go to person with all my questions because unfortunately he has had a bunch of stomach issues too and have been through these a few times. As much as my dad and aunts tell me it isn't that bad, I just needed to hear it from someone my age. And then there is Jill who keeps sending me videos of celebrities saying it was nothing....including Oprah and Katie Couric. Seeing as they are legends, I think I could be alright.
Dad told me last night in the middle of my breakdown that I was strong even though I told him I was not. To hear that reassurance is nice, and to think about it, I may be stronger then most people would be in my situation. But I'm going to make a promise to myself not to talk about it a lot after this whole thing because I want to just move on from it all.
Sleeping on this floor is near impossible. All the nurses, or what I'm assuming was the nurses, were outside just chatting away and the whole floor didn't get that quiet minus the beeping that the other building does. However, these people are really really nice so I can't complain. I think another part of me being up was not only the drink but the nerves. Don't worry too much though, I torture myself with Food Network and Drivethrus diners and dives; my favorite show on there.
Tonight they said if all goes well with the procedure, I'm going home. I am crossing everything I can to get home. While I had a promise of possibly seeing a friend while they are working, to get home and shower properly and be in my own bed would be an answer to my prayers.
Thank you all once again for the amazing well wishes. Everyone keep your fingers crossed that I will be outta here later tonight.
First I have the ultrasound for Henry to make sure nothing is going on with him because I have been off the blood thinners for a few days and there has been some discomfort with him since coming to the hospital. The new girl at work may have teased me with my water, but I am dying without that three liter jug.
Then it's the colonoscopy, ugh so embarrassing but needed. Last night was torture as from what I have heard, and I have also heard that the prep work is the worse part. For me it's the whole waiting game. One of my best friends has become my go to person with all my questions because unfortunately he has had a bunch of stomach issues too and have been through these a few times. As much as my dad and aunts tell me it isn't that bad, I just needed to hear it from someone my age. And then there is Jill who keeps sending me videos of celebrities saying it was nothing....including Oprah and Katie Couric. Seeing as they are legends, I think I could be alright.
Dad told me last night in the middle of my breakdown that I was strong even though I told him I was not. To hear that reassurance is nice, and to think about it, I may be stronger then most people would be in my situation. But I'm going to make a promise to myself not to talk about it a lot after this whole thing because I want to just move on from it all.
Sleeping on this floor is near impossible. All the nurses, or what I'm assuming was the nurses, were outside just chatting away and the whole floor didn't get that quiet minus the beeping that the other building does. However, these people are really really nice so I can't complain. I think another part of me being up was not only the drink but the nerves. Don't worry too much though, I torture myself with Food Network and Drivethrus diners and dives; my favorite show on there.
Tonight they said if all goes well with the procedure, I'm going home. I am crossing everything I can to get home. While I had a promise of possibly seeing a friend while they are working, to get home and shower properly and be in my own bed would be an answer to my prayers.
Thank you all once again for the amazing well wishes. Everyone keep your fingers crossed that I will be outta here later tonight.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
I Want Something Better to Drink
This drink for the procedure is the absolutely most disgusting thing I have ever tasted in my life. Everything I need to take to make my insides better with tests tastes gross. At least with the contrast, that I'm done with an hour before, tops. This stuff I have to drink for the rest of tonight and then all day tomorrow basically while I sit and wait for the procedure to be done at four.
For my friends who read this, please keep me entertained because I'm going to need it.
On top of my inside procedure, I will be getting an ultrasound on my leg sometime tomorrow. I have become an old pro at that simple routine, so I'm not too worried about that. I just wish I could have remembered to keep my Ipod here, but I sent that home with the parentals tonight.
I think tomorrow to pass the time I am going to color my roommate a picture. She has already had an insane amount of visitors since I have arrived, full house all the time. But it never hurts to brighten someone's day with an adorable picture.
One of the guys here reminds me of Tara and Tom so much it makes me miss work a lot. He says in front of patients how much he doesn't want to be there, but yet is staying longer then he would and is even in on his day off. That's what those kids do. I just wish they would text me fun stories now.
Later if I'm up and unable to go to sleep I'm writing a list of all the different foods I can not wait to eat after this week. Remember kids, my last "meal" was a sub on Sunday for lunch. I could barely get through my dad's amazing chicken, bacon and onion dish for dinner that night, and the salad at Harry's. Forget it. So to say I'm in desperate need of some amazing meals is a huge understatement.
I feel bad because when I started this whole drinking thing, I had complete breakdowns and cried a whole hell of a lot. I kept repeating that I did not want to do this at all. But I have to give props to my little brother for giving me the straw secret, it hasn't been so bad with the straw. And I honestly want to apologize to my parents for taking my anger out on them about this whole thing. You hurt the people you love the most is what the old saying goes and if that's the case, they have had a beating throughout this thing.
Signing off for now. I'm going to talk to my new friend next door :)
For my friends who read this, please keep me entertained because I'm going to need it.
On top of my inside procedure, I will be getting an ultrasound on my leg sometime tomorrow. I have become an old pro at that simple routine, so I'm not too worried about that. I just wish I could have remembered to keep my Ipod here, but I sent that home with the parentals tonight.
I think tomorrow to pass the time I am going to color my roommate a picture. She has already had an insane amount of visitors since I have arrived, full house all the time. But it never hurts to brighten someone's day with an adorable picture.
One of the guys here reminds me of Tara and Tom so much it makes me miss work a lot. He says in front of patients how much he doesn't want to be there, but yet is staying longer then he would and is even in on his day off. That's what those kids do. I just wish they would text me fun stories now.
Later if I'm up and unable to go to sleep I'm writing a list of all the different foods I can not wait to eat after this week. Remember kids, my last "meal" was a sub on Sunday for lunch. I could barely get through my dad's amazing chicken, bacon and onion dish for dinner that night, and the salad at Harry's. Forget it. So to say I'm in desperate need of some amazing meals is a huge understatement.
I feel bad because when I started this whole drinking thing, I had complete breakdowns and cried a whole hell of a lot. I kept repeating that I did not want to do this at all. But I have to give props to my little brother for giving me the straw secret, it hasn't been so bad with the straw. And I honestly want to apologize to my parents for taking my anger out on them about this whole thing. You hurt the people you love the most is what the old saying goes and if that's the case, they have had a beating throughout this thing.
Signing off for now. I'm going to talk to my new friend next door :)
Reporting Live....
Right now I am in a new room. With the view outside of the window being the old building I was just transferred from. I realize that those sentences do not make sense but I could not find the irony of staring at the building I just was in for three days.
In this new room, I have a roommate who has a ton of visitors at the current time. I have mom, dad and Chris crowded by the wall, I feel kind of bad about it. Chris is sitting on the floor trying to get comfortable but he's so big that it's difficult for him to fit in this area. I don't know how I will be able to do this whole roommate thing, but I'm hoping I will be out of here by tomorrow night.
Dr. I is going to do the procedure tomorrow at three which means I will be worrying until then. Supposedly the drugs are the best things in the world, but it still makes me uneasy. I guess I will finally have my answers though which is what I have to keep reminding myself. I'm still on the clear liquid diet, but he discouraged me to have the watermelon Italian ice so it looks as if it will be chicken broth for me.
I'm also going to be getting an ultrasound sometime tonight to make sure the blood clot has not changed at all. The plus about the ultrasound though is I know what to expect, the other procedure, not so much.
OH!! One of the best things since this morning is I am able to walk about, Dr. I actually encouraged it. However, he told me the bad news that I will have to get the belly shots again to pick up my INR numbers which I do not look forward to at all. But that's a small price to pay to get out to Washington this summer. And most importantly be able to eat whatever I want.
In this new room, I have a roommate who has a ton of visitors at the current time. I have mom, dad and Chris crowded by the wall, I feel kind of bad about it. Chris is sitting on the floor trying to get comfortable but he's so big that it's difficult for him to fit in this area. I don't know how I will be able to do this whole roommate thing, but I'm hoping I will be out of here by tomorrow night.
Dr. I is going to do the procedure tomorrow at three which means I will be worrying until then. Supposedly the drugs are the best things in the world, but it still makes me uneasy. I guess I will finally have my answers though which is what I have to keep reminding myself. I'm still on the clear liquid diet, but he discouraged me to have the watermelon Italian ice so it looks as if it will be chicken broth for me.
I'm also going to be getting an ultrasound sometime tonight to make sure the blood clot has not changed at all. The plus about the ultrasound though is I know what to expect, the other procedure, not so much.
OH!! One of the best things since this morning is I am able to walk about, Dr. I actually encouraged it. However, he told me the bad news that I will have to get the belly shots again to pick up my INR numbers which I do not look forward to at all. But that's a small price to pay to get out to Washington this summer. And most importantly be able to eat whatever I want.
Adele Makes Me Smile
Sleeping in a hospital absolutely blows. First the lights in the hall stay on all the time. Second, at least in my case, the beeping of the heart machine goes off every once and a while. I was told it may go off because the buttons are loose but still, that blows when you look at the machine and see one of the numbers is zero. Makes for a fun night. Then, last night I had the lights of New Haven to look at because I forgot to ask for the shade to be pulled. And if you get to sleep with all those lights and noises, you get woken up to get blood drawn. It's a fabulous thing.
Last night/this morning when blood was drawn, I ended up channel suffering and found the Uconn vs. Pitt Big East tourney game which I was not able to watch the first go around. Even though I knew the end result, I still got nervous. I'm such a nerd.
Another reason I'm a huge nerd. I found the Food Network. Happiness could not be greater when I turned it on last night to cupcake wars.
So last night I was not transferred like they said could happen in the night. I'm very grateful for that because it would be hard to get comfortable in a new room in the middle of the night without any family/friends around to try to calm me down.
I'm crossing my fingers and toes that I can leave today. The changes in the past twelve hours with my care have changed a lot so I'm hoping they are getting ready to set me free. This morning I was woken up to take some medication in pill form instead of the liquid which I had been getting. So I had TWO graham crackers with my medication because I have not been having food. HUGE doings people, huge doings.
I also ordered for my breakfast more Italian ice and iced tea. I'm a semi happy camper.
Hmmmm. There are tons of more stuff I feel like but I don't want to bore people with the mundane things from my morning so far. One thing I have to say is that when the residents were doing their rounds, they closed the door so I didn't hear anything they were saying which made me happy because I was really pissed off yesterday morning. I was going to say to them this morning they are more then welcome to come in to get my opinion if I heard them this morning. Luckily that did not happen.
Okay so I'm alone until the parentals come which means I'll probably get bored and ramble on here. Plus I want to show a picture of my ET finger....it glows red. :)
Last night/this morning when blood was drawn, I ended up channel suffering and found the Uconn vs. Pitt Big East tourney game which I was not able to watch the first go around. Even though I knew the end result, I still got nervous. I'm such a nerd.
Another reason I'm a huge nerd. I found the Food Network. Happiness could not be greater when I turned it on last night to cupcake wars.
So last night I was not transferred like they said could happen in the night. I'm very grateful for that because it would be hard to get comfortable in a new room in the middle of the night without any family/friends around to try to calm me down.
I'm crossing my fingers and toes that I can leave today. The changes in the past twelve hours with my care have changed a lot so I'm hoping they are getting ready to set me free. This morning I was woken up to take some medication in pill form instead of the liquid which I had been getting. So I had TWO graham crackers with my medication because I have not been having food. HUGE doings people, huge doings.
I also ordered for my breakfast more Italian ice and iced tea. I'm a semi happy camper.
Hmmmm. There are tons of more stuff I feel like but I don't want to bore people with the mundane things from my morning so far. One thing I have to say is that when the residents were doing their rounds, they closed the door so I didn't hear anything they were saying which made me happy because I was really pissed off yesterday morning. I was going to say to them this morning they are more then welcome to come in to get my opinion if I heard them this morning. Luckily that did not happen.
Okay so I'm alone until the parentals come which means I'll probably get bored and ramble on here. Plus I want to show a picture of my ET finger....it glows red. :)
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Signing Off For the Day
Today has been day and night in regards to my health but I am still in the same room and still have no idea when I get to leave.
Today and yesterday I have had more visitors then a girl could ask for. Today though a handful of the people visiting were not a huge fans of hospitals. Tommy for one told me he hates them and he surprised me by appearing at my doorway with Maryellen. Aunt Barb and Uncle Mike listened to me ramble last night for a while. Stacey and her mom surprised me when they showed up, including a little spill because we all get a little excited when we talk. Aunt Debbie stopped in tonight a little before my girls came to visit. I was most proud of Shannon and Meggie; Meggie because she's also not good with needles, and Shannon because she does not have a good history with hospitals. And my Amy had the giggles which made me smile a lot.
When Daddy came in, he stopped in the doorway, amazed how well I looked. Supposedly yesterday I blended in with the sheets. Never a good thing. So a HUGE plus that I actually have color today.
Dr. I came in today to check in on me, and he was highly surprised how better I am. He said he was expecting me still needing to go to the bathroom a lot, which I really haven't been needing only because I have been drinking so much fluids. But he seemed pleasantly surprised with my recovery. And I kind of made him smile when I told him how pumped I was about the fact I was able to have food, even if it's just clear liquid. It would be nice tomorrow to be able to have ice cream but I'll take what I can. Because to be honest I want a juicy cheeseburger but that's in my future becauseeeee.....
We decided to get the procedure to finally figure out what is wrong with me on Thursday. Even though it terrifies me, we figure it's what is best for me, and to avoid having another one of these tragic episodes where I terrify everyone around me. So I get to have the joys of a procedure that most people don't get until they are in their 50s. Might as well throw it all in the mix this time around.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the people who have text messaged, called, facebooked, visited, etc. I don't think I can say how much that is making me want to get on my feet faster, to be able to play with you guys and not have to scare my love ones. And yesterday/today was the highest amount of page views I think I have ever had on this blog, so I really do appreciate it.
Tomorrow I will probably make more posts then normal because I'm going to be bored. Although I may be reporting from a completely different room because even though I was supposed to be transferred to the regular floor today/tonight, I'm still in the step down unit. And if you plan on visiting, don't fret if you see intensive care.... I'm just in the step below that. :)
Today and yesterday I have had more visitors then a girl could ask for. Today though a handful of the people visiting were not a huge fans of hospitals. Tommy for one told me he hates them and he surprised me by appearing at my doorway with Maryellen. Aunt Barb and Uncle Mike listened to me ramble last night for a while. Stacey and her mom surprised me when they showed up, including a little spill because we all get a little excited when we talk. Aunt Debbie stopped in tonight a little before my girls came to visit. I was most proud of Shannon and Meggie; Meggie because she's also not good with needles, and Shannon because she does not have a good history with hospitals. And my Amy had the giggles which made me smile a lot.
When Daddy came in, he stopped in the doorway, amazed how well I looked. Supposedly yesterday I blended in with the sheets. Never a good thing. So a HUGE plus that I actually have color today.
Dr. I came in today to check in on me, and he was highly surprised how better I am. He said he was expecting me still needing to go to the bathroom a lot, which I really haven't been needing only because I have been drinking so much fluids. But he seemed pleasantly surprised with my recovery. And I kind of made him smile when I told him how pumped I was about the fact I was able to have food, even if it's just clear liquid. It would be nice tomorrow to be able to have ice cream but I'll take what I can. Because to be honest I want a juicy cheeseburger but that's in my future becauseeeee.....
We decided to get the procedure to finally figure out what is wrong with me on Thursday. Even though it terrifies me, we figure it's what is best for me, and to avoid having another one of these tragic episodes where I terrify everyone around me. So I get to have the joys of a procedure that most people don't get until they are in their 50s. Might as well throw it all in the mix this time around.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the people who have text messaged, called, facebooked, visited, etc. I don't think I can say how much that is making me want to get on my feet faster, to be able to play with you guys and not have to scare my love ones. And yesterday/today was the highest amount of page views I think I have ever had on this blog, so I really do appreciate it.
Tomorrow I will probably make more posts then normal because I'm going to be bored. Although I may be reporting from a completely different room because even though I was supposed to be transferred to the regular floor today/tonight, I'm still in the step down unit. And if you plan on visiting, don't fret if you see intensive care.... I'm just in the step below that. :)
My first meal in a day and a half. I've been assigned a clear liquid diet and watermelon Italian Ice was an option. I mean it isn't completely winning, but it's a start. Especially considering I have not been able to eat. Anything. Ugh the worse.
Typical Jen though, I searched the whole menu and have decided what I would get from room service when I'm better.
Rant.
Thank you doctors outside my room. Seriously.
While I understand you are now two days familiar with my case, it really brings me a confidence to hear the hospital doctors questioning the decisions about my doctors for the past five months.
There is a reason why Dr. I has not said he was going to do a colonoscopy right at this moment; because he needs to talk to Dr. C (I think). There is a reason why we are being cautious, especially because it makes me nervous and I want to eat.
I'm glad to hear you guys question it a bunch and giggle at not understanding his call.
While I understand you are now two days familiar with my case, it really brings me a confidence to hear the hospital doctors questioning the decisions about my doctors for the past five months.
There is a reason why Dr. I has not said he was going to do a colonoscopy right at this moment; because he needs to talk to Dr. C (I think). There is a reason why we are being cautious, especially because it makes me nervous and I want to eat.
I'm glad to hear you guys question it a bunch and giggle at not understanding his call.
They are Doing Rounds Right Outside Now
Sleeping at a hospital while unusual, isn't as bad as I thought. I just don't like the idea of not getting up to go to the bathroom if necessary but I dealt with that on my crutches as well.
The crazy lady across the hall was at it again last night and I heard the nurses telling her she is not the only patient they have. Whenever I did wake up, it seemed like someone was in there with her.
I got woken up twice I think for blood work and what not. It wasn't too bad, they were able to find the vein easier then they had earlier in the day. But like I said, it would be difficult to go back to sleep again but then I would manage. Same with earlier today at like five and eight. Although at eight I decided I would stay up just because I didn't fell like having to deal with trying to sleep again.
Still unable to eat today which makes me even more hungry. Wonderful for the girl who loves food. Blood levels are good though and they are hoping to unhook me from things so I can actually move around a bit. They are also saying that I may be moving to the regular floor which may mean roommates, wonderful....I can deal. I'm also crossing my fingers that Dr. I will give me the go ahead to eat today.
I didn't mention in yesterday's post but Dr. I did come visit me yesterday. It was good to see him even if the circumstances aren't ideal. He told me what he did on Friday when I talked to him on the phone which basically means I will be needing to get new medicines.
Don't worry kids, I will continue to update you guys. Especially at night when I'm bored here by myself. Oh and can we talk about the fact there is NO FOX which means NO GLEE tonight. And no MTV but no Glee? That simply blows.
The crazy lady across the hall was at it again last night and I heard the nurses telling her she is not the only patient they have. Whenever I did wake up, it seemed like someone was in there with her.
I got woken up twice I think for blood work and what not. It wasn't too bad, they were able to find the vein easier then they had earlier in the day. But like I said, it would be difficult to go back to sleep again but then I would manage. Same with earlier today at like five and eight. Although at eight I decided I would stay up just because I didn't fell like having to deal with trying to sleep again.
Still unable to eat today which makes me even more hungry. Wonderful for the girl who loves food. Blood levels are good though and they are hoping to unhook me from things so I can actually move around a bit. They are also saying that I may be moving to the regular floor which may mean roommates, wonderful....I can deal. I'm also crossing my fingers that Dr. I will give me the go ahead to eat today.
I didn't mention in yesterday's post but Dr. I did come visit me yesterday. It was good to see him even if the circumstances aren't ideal. He told me what he did on Friday when I talked to him on the phone which basically means I will be needing to get new medicines.
Don't worry kids, I will continue to update you guys. Especially at night when I'm bored here by myself. Oh and can we talk about the fact there is NO FOX which means NO GLEE tonight. And no MTV but no Glee? That simply blows.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Stay Strong
Reporting live from Yale New Haven Hospital....this is Jen.
But seriously, for those of you who do not know, I was admitted to Yale New Haven around eight this morning. My parents rushed me to the hospital on Goose Lane around three this morning. My stomach was acting up and there was a lot of blood. On top of that all, I was experiencing a vaso vagal moment because of all the blood loss. Which means I was a hot sweaty mess who could not walk at all in my own house. Dad and Chris had to help me out.
One moment, the cuff is taking my blood pressure and it hurts.
Okay so back on track. I ended up riding an ambulance from Goose Lane to here around seven. This level I am on is between ICU and the regular floor. I think it's called the step down maybe?
Anyway, I have a blood pressure cuff on that comes on five of every hour. I have IV's in both of my arms and when they needed to get blood again, had trouble finding veins in my hands. Wonderful. Right at the moment, my left arm kills because the stuff they are putting into me hurts a bit and the numb stuff wore off. So it's a dull pain in my elbow. Gross.
I also get to hear some crouchy old lady, or at least what I'm assuming is a crouchy lady, complain about morphine across the hall. Or maybe it's remote control. She's been a pain all day.
Greg and Beiber visited me today which was a complete surprise to wake up to. Beiber wanted to steal my hospital socks but I told him it was not going to happen. Although I had to recheck about an hour ago to make sure he really didn't.
I'm here in the hospital for a few days. They haven't given me a date when I can leave but it seems like it's going to be mid week. Booo. I just want to eat again. I haven't had any food since yesterday and then I barely ate.
Okay there is probably more to report, but I'm tired and trying to type this with one cripple finger is not fun. I'll update as best I can when I have the chance. Thanks for the well wishes everyone :)
But seriously, for those of you who do not know, I was admitted to Yale New Haven around eight this morning. My parents rushed me to the hospital on Goose Lane around three this morning. My stomach was acting up and there was a lot of blood. On top of that all, I was experiencing a vaso vagal moment because of all the blood loss. Which means I was a hot sweaty mess who could not walk at all in my own house. Dad and Chris had to help me out.
One moment, the cuff is taking my blood pressure and it hurts.
Okay so back on track. I ended up riding an ambulance from Goose Lane to here around seven. This level I am on is between ICU and the regular floor. I think it's called the step down maybe?
Anyway, I have a blood pressure cuff on that comes on five of every hour. I have IV's in both of my arms and when they needed to get blood again, had trouble finding veins in my hands. Wonderful. Right at the moment, my left arm kills because the stuff they are putting into me hurts a bit and the numb stuff wore off. So it's a dull pain in my elbow. Gross.
I also get to hear some crouchy old lady, or at least what I'm assuming is a crouchy lady, complain about morphine across the hall. Or maybe it's remote control. She's been a pain all day.
Greg and Beiber visited me today which was a complete surprise to wake up to. Beiber wanted to steal my hospital socks but I told him it was not going to happen. Although I had to recheck about an hour ago to make sure he really didn't.
I'm here in the hospital for a few days. They haven't given me a date when I can leave but it seems like it's going to be mid week. Booo. I just want to eat again. I haven't had any food since yesterday and then I barely ate.
Okay there is probably more to report, but I'm tired and trying to type this with one cripple finger is not fun. I'll update as best I can when I have the chance. Thanks for the well wishes everyone :)
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Feeling Nostalgic on a Saturday Night
For some reason, I realized yesterday that it has been six years since my prom. You may be asking yourself why I know the exact date of my prom; however, our special night was on Friday the 13th causing many superstitious rumbling from our friends.
Anyway, today I went in to get my hair done, there were three separate girls who were there to get their hair done for their own prom. These girls had so much hope for a special night and could not wait until they could show off pictures to the hairdressers next time they were in.
I don't know why I am thinking about prom so much but I find it funny. Six years later and instead of getting dressed up for proms, my friends and I are getting dressed up for weddings. Think about it, the guys have to wear suits which they normally don't wear while the girls like to get their nails and sometimes even hair done for that special day.
Six years ago, I never would have thought that I would be playing dress up more often then I ever thought I would. Prom night seemed like a special one time deal, but now I look forward to wearing a beautiful dress at my friends wedding in July. And finding a nice dress to go to another wedding in June. It's crazy to think high school was six years ago, but at the same time how our life evolves to sort of cycle high school. The dances turn into weddings. The hang outs at friends houses turn to dinners and bar nights. The homework turns into actual work. And the friends? They eventually turn into family....
Anyway, today I went in to get my hair done, there were three separate girls who were there to get their hair done for their own prom. These girls had so much hope for a special night and could not wait until they could show off pictures to the hairdressers next time they were in.
I don't know why I am thinking about prom so much but I find it funny. Six years later and instead of getting dressed up for proms, my friends and I are getting dressed up for weddings. Think about it, the guys have to wear suits which they normally don't wear while the girls like to get their nails and sometimes even hair done for that special day.
Six years ago, I never would have thought that I would be playing dress up more often then I ever thought I would. Prom night seemed like a special one time deal, but now I look forward to wearing a beautiful dress at my friends wedding in July. And finding a nice dress to go to another wedding in June. It's crazy to think high school was six years ago, but at the same time how our life evolves to sort of cycle high school. The dances turn into weddings. The hang outs at friends houses turn to dinners and bar nights. The homework turns into actual work. And the friends? They eventually turn into family....
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
I sure do things big.
I guess I have gotten allergies and/or a cold on Saturday and as I write this, I'm laying in my dark room praying that I get over this soon.
Yesterday I went to the doctors because of a tightness in my chest. This happened on Thursday as well and we wrote it off as heartburn but when it happened yesterday, on top of the cold, I wanted to make sure it was nothing. The doctor told me that I just had allergies, that my chest did not sound like it had anything in it and I was sent on my way to take some Tyenol and Allergra on top of my regular medicine.
Yesterday I spent the day resting after the doctor's appointment. Seriously was sleeping on the couch for hours.
This morning I woke up with my eyes hurting and when I looked into the mirror my eyes look as if they have become enlarged. Okay, maybe not my whole eyes per say but definitely my eyelids. There is no gap between eyelid and the brow line. It hurts to open them wide, I can only do a slight eye opening. I mean I could play it off as a seductive look but that would be stretching it because there is nothing screaming hot when I am sick.
My stomach has also been hurting again which means I have to call the inside doctor. I just want to get better asap and that does not seem to be happening. Yesterday my dad asked me what I wanted (because of me being sick and all) and I said a new body. Then we started to say what could be kept with my new body and what we can get rid of.
Glee last night was amazing. Seriously in love with last night's episode ESPECIALLY the Friday song. Way better then the original
Off to go get ready for work. I'm hoping that the hot flashes I have been having will go away. One of my friends from work said they would work for me, but I still feel bad about not going in. So I'll go for a few hours and maybe be able to leave early, cross your fingers.
Like I said the very first post, I am never easy when it comes to my health
I guess I have gotten allergies and/or a cold on Saturday and as I write this, I'm laying in my dark room praying that I get over this soon.
Yesterday I went to the doctors because of a tightness in my chest. This happened on Thursday as well and we wrote it off as heartburn but when it happened yesterday, on top of the cold, I wanted to make sure it was nothing. The doctor told me that I just had allergies, that my chest did not sound like it had anything in it and I was sent on my way to take some Tyenol and Allergra on top of my regular medicine.
Yesterday I spent the day resting after the doctor's appointment. Seriously was sleeping on the couch for hours.
This morning I woke up with my eyes hurting and when I looked into the mirror my eyes look as if they have become enlarged. Okay, maybe not my whole eyes per say but definitely my eyelids. There is no gap between eyelid and the brow line. It hurts to open them wide, I can only do a slight eye opening. I mean I could play it off as a seductive look but that would be stretching it because there is nothing screaming hot when I am sick.
My stomach has also been hurting again which means I have to call the inside doctor. I just want to get better asap and that does not seem to be happening. Yesterday my dad asked me what I wanted (because of me being sick and all) and I said a new body. Then we started to say what could be kept with my new body and what we can get rid of.
Glee last night was amazing. Seriously in love with last night's episode ESPECIALLY the Friday song. Way better then the original
Off to go get ready for work. I'm hoping that the hot flashes I have been having will go away. One of my friends from work said they would work for me, but I still feel bad about not going in. So I'll go for a few hours and maybe be able to leave early, cross your fingers.
Like I said the very first post, I am never easy when it comes to my health
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Courtsey of the Red, White and Blue
Back when I was 12 or 13, I was finally able to go to the night portion of Woodmont Day. This statement may be an oxymoron, or not mean anything to anyone who has never attended Woodmont Day, but for me, being able to go to the night part made me feel grown up. I was able to hang out with my friends from Woodmont and we thought we were so cool because all of the teenagers and adults hung out on the field while listening to the live music.
In the crowd, there was this guy who knew Emily, and I knew right away that this man was part of Emily's family just like I was. Maybe they were not blood related, but they were important to each other, and he took us under his wing. At that point in time, he wanted to find us glow sticks. Now the person next to us was out of the glow necklaces so we raced to the bottom of the field to go to another person selling these special glow necklaces.
This man who bought us glow necklaces was named Michael, and my "family" lost him on September 11th in the towers. I am not saying I was close to him at all but I do have this amazing summer glow necklace story to remind me what a special and generous man this was. Since the tragedy of September 11th, I have heard countless stories about Michael from the people who love him the most, Emily, Kate and the girls.
With this in mind, I can not be happier that those people dear to me have some sort of closure to this horrible loss in their life. I know the capture of Osama will never bring back Michael, but I got to figure this "victory" will be able to bring some sort of justice for the loss of their friend. I'm happy that this evil man who has brought so many tears to our country has finally been found. His mission in his life was to destroy America and bring misery to millions of people.
I read on facebook somewhere that this past weekend showed us fairy tales come true in real life. The common girl got to marry her Prince and become a Princess in a beautiful wedding. And the bad guy who caused so much pain finally was captured. Looks like fairy tales really do come true in real life.
And to know that Michael can now look down on his loved ones with a huge smile on his face makes me smile.
While this whole post may seem to be a jumble mess, I'm just happy my loved ones were able to let out a small sigh when the news broke that Osama is no longer with us.
In the crowd, there was this guy who knew Emily, and I knew right away that this man was part of Emily's family just like I was. Maybe they were not blood related, but they were important to each other, and he took us under his wing. At that point in time, he wanted to find us glow sticks. Now the person next to us was out of the glow necklaces so we raced to the bottom of the field to go to another person selling these special glow necklaces.
This man who bought us glow necklaces was named Michael, and my "family" lost him on September 11th in the towers. I am not saying I was close to him at all but I do have this amazing summer glow necklace story to remind me what a special and generous man this was. Since the tragedy of September 11th, I have heard countless stories about Michael from the people who love him the most, Emily, Kate and the girls.
With this in mind, I can not be happier that those people dear to me have some sort of closure to this horrible loss in their life. I know the capture of Osama will never bring back Michael, but I got to figure this "victory" will be able to bring some sort of justice for the loss of their friend. I'm happy that this evil man who has brought so many tears to our country has finally been found. His mission in his life was to destroy America and bring misery to millions of people.
I read on facebook somewhere that this past weekend showed us fairy tales come true in real life. The common girl got to marry her Prince and become a Princess in a beautiful wedding. And the bad guy who caused so much pain finally was captured. Looks like fairy tales really do come true in real life.
And to know that Michael can now look down on his loved ones with a huge smile on his face makes me smile.
While this whole post may seem to be a jumble mess, I'm just happy my loved ones were able to let out a small sigh when the news broke that Osama is no longer with us.
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