For those who read this on a regular, I have not been opening up recently about my current events.
Last Wednesday after work I head to Goose Lane, my home away from home. Now when I say this, I do not want you all to think I truly enjoy going to the hospital. In fact, I hate it. But I have been dealing with this stupid stomach thing for a week, and when I got home on Wednesday night and called the on call service, they basically told me I should go to the hospital. So we ended up going, I got pumped up with IV fluids, some Cipro and other drugs, and ended up heading home at 3 in the morning. I was punch drunk basically at that point and all I wanted to do is go home.
Mind you, the nurse who was checking me in sort of remember me once I started to tell her what I was in for. She looked at me and goes, "Wait you were here a few months ago....". Woof. I don't enjoy being remembered in the emergency room (even if it's not a busy emergency room.....)
Anyway, I ended up trying to go on with life like normal by going into work with my head down and do my work. I was successful, and looked forward to having three days off so I can sleep off this awful stomach problem and hopefully have the medication kick in.
Sadly, I was mistaken.
Since Thursday evening, I haven't had a full nights sleep. I have been up basically every hour or two, and last night couldn't even sleep at all. My stomach didn't get any better what so ever and I missed out on some fun times with my friends. Instead of calling the on call service again this weekend, I waited until Monday to call my doctor to see what he would recommend. I'm not happy. I'm in my bed or on the couch most of the day and can't even fall asleep when that's all I need.
So yesterday my doctor recommended me going to the hospital either last night or today. I do not want to go at all and when I told him I wasn't up as much last night, he asked if I started to feel better. If I answered yes, I don't need to go today, then my parents would have KILLED me. Now I'm just waiting to hear from Yale until a bed is free and my sick ass can get in there to start getting pumped with medications again so I can start enjoying food again.
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Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Time Flies....
Here's a fun fact for you all.
It has been a year since I returned home from my week long "vacation" at Yale New Haven.
I knew the anniversary was coming up, but I didn't know exact dates. I went back in this blog and saw I went home on the 21st. Which means that yesterday was the wonderful day that I gained my freedom back.
A lot has changed since I went into the hospital that early early Monday morning. For starters, I know exactly what I have and why my stomach had been acting up. I'm still the stubborn girl who got pissed off she had to stay at the hospital, but I'm trying not to close up when things don't go my way (my parents may disagree how well I'm doing on this one....). While I had all these hopes when I got out that I would be magically cured, I know now that a cure isn't possible and that I may have flair ups the rest of my life, but with rest and guidance from my doctor, I can get through it.
I learned other things. That I'm stronger then I was when I first went into the hospital, and even when I first got out. Also, I'm more open to what is going on with my health which was not the case before going in. I hid how bad it really was, because I had written it away that the problem would go away without doctor's help. Now, I tell my parents everything, even when I have random bruising on my legs (which is really annoying by the way but I'm hoping the summer will make it not as noticeable).
I can remember how weak I felt when I got out that Friday afternoon, but how extremely excited I was to be out, to have McDonalds, to go in and see people from work. I remember being excited to go to a Bluefish game, and to the Seas after the game, making jokes with Blair about the world ending and him using that as a pick up line. I remember how the world just felt so new because I had spent the week, hooked up to various machines, in a bed, not able to do anything on my own.
Sometimes I wish I could go back to that excitement of a brand new world and other times I realize I wouldn't want to. I enjoy my life. While there are tears, they have been mostly of joy as of late which a year ago they were mostly of frustration and sadness. And my world is exciting, just not in the getting out of the hospital and things are going back to normal kind of way....
It has been a year since I returned home from my week long "vacation" at Yale New Haven.
I knew the anniversary was coming up, but I didn't know exact dates. I went back in this blog and saw I went home on the 21st. Which means that yesterday was the wonderful day that I gained my freedom back.
A lot has changed since I went into the hospital that early early Monday morning. For starters, I know exactly what I have and why my stomach had been acting up. I'm still the stubborn girl who got pissed off she had to stay at the hospital, but I'm trying not to close up when things don't go my way (my parents may disagree how well I'm doing on this one....). While I had all these hopes when I got out that I would be magically cured, I know now that a cure isn't possible and that I may have flair ups the rest of my life, but with rest and guidance from my doctor, I can get through it.
I learned other things. That I'm stronger then I was when I first went into the hospital, and even when I first got out. Also, I'm more open to what is going on with my health which was not the case before going in. I hid how bad it really was, because I had written it away that the problem would go away without doctor's help. Now, I tell my parents everything, even when I have random bruising on my legs (which is really annoying by the way but I'm hoping the summer will make it not as noticeable).
I can remember how weak I felt when I got out that Friday afternoon, but how extremely excited I was to be out, to have McDonalds, to go in and see people from work. I remember being excited to go to a Bluefish game, and to the Seas after the game, making jokes with Blair about the world ending and him using that as a pick up line. I remember how the world just felt so new because I had spent the week, hooked up to various machines, in a bed, not able to do anything on my own.
Sometimes I wish I could go back to that excitement of a brand new world and other times I realize I wouldn't want to. I enjoy my life. While there are tears, they have been mostly of joy as of late which a year ago they were mostly of frustration and sadness. And my world is exciting, just not in the getting out of the hospital and things are going back to normal kind of way....
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Cause You Never Had it So Good
I realized something as I was getting ready for work today....
It's almost a year since I was rushed to the hospital and got to spend a week with the lovely staff at Yale Hospital.
Now some may be wondering why I remember that wonderful anniversary, or even care. But it is an extremely important milestone in my life. I was not in a good place then, and I've grown leaps and bounds.
And I have to say, with the year anniversary approaching, I could not be happier to where I am, and look forward to all the growing up I still get to do.
It's almost a year since I was rushed to the hospital and got to spend a week with the lovely staff at Yale Hospital.
Now some may be wondering why I remember that wonderful anniversary, or even care. But it is an extremely important milestone in my life. I was not in a good place then, and I've grown leaps and bounds.
And I have to say, with the year anniversary approaching, I could not be happier to where I am, and look forward to all the growing up I still get to do.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
"I'm Eating Breakfast...."
All I wanna do is go visit mom. To keep her company and try to get her mind off of everything like she tried to do with me.
But instead, I'm going into work.
Update from this morning though: Mom was having breakfast when I called her earlier in the day, which made her so excited. Food. It's the most important thing we worry about. She said she hasn't been in pain, but that sitting up in the bed sometimes makes her light headed. Last night when she was sitting up she had to recline the bed cause she was in pain. But go figure that vaso would be part of the whole experience.
I'm gonna call her later to see if she got to walk around at all. They tried yesterday to have her get up from the bed to move to the chair and she started to get light headed and she couldn't do it. My mom is a warrior though. She's gonna do it.
But instead, I'm going into work.
Update from this morning though: Mom was having breakfast when I called her earlier in the day, which made her so excited. Food. It's the most important thing we worry about. She said she hasn't been in pain, but that sitting up in the bed sometimes makes her light headed. Last night when she was sitting up she had to recline the bed cause she was in pain. But go figure that vaso would be part of the whole experience.
I'm gonna call her later to see if she got to walk around at all. They tried yesterday to have her get up from the bed to move to the chair and she started to get light headed and she couldn't do it. My mom is a warrior though. She's gonna do it.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
New Place, Same Effect
In 2012, I plan on not visiting a hospital. Like the whole year.
Mom had her hip replacement surgery this morning. I said my good lucks last night because she had to go in at 5:30 this morning. She went in surgery at 7 and I got a text message from my dad saying everything was fine around 9:30 maybe? To say I was distracted throughout the whole work day is the biggest understatement of the month.
We went to see her after dinner. Dad had told me she was in pain, that he saw her cry for one of the first times ever. My mom is a beast. She never cries even when she is extremely upset. But I have known she was in pain for weeks now. Whenever she got in and out of the car she winced in pain. And the past few days whenever she walked, it was even worse.
So I'm glad she is will no longer have pain. When we visited, I got choked up a few times. When she wasn't looking at me but looked so small in the hospital bed. When she and dad just were staring at each other, or when she grabbed his hand because she was in pain. It's hard to see a parent uncomfortable. It's something I have had to do a few times this year and I'm not okay with that.
She is in the hospital for the next few days then she gets to experience the pleasure of being home/bed bound for weeks on end. I know my mom, it's not gonna last long before she goes absolutely wild. In fact she already has started.
To mom, who I know will eventually read this. You will get better. And I'm going to be there whenever you need me every step of the way.
But seriously, no more hospital visits for a few years okay?
Mom had her hip replacement surgery this morning. I said my good lucks last night because she had to go in at 5:30 this morning. She went in surgery at 7 and I got a text message from my dad saying everything was fine around 9:30 maybe? To say I was distracted throughout the whole work day is the biggest understatement of the month.
We went to see her after dinner. Dad had told me she was in pain, that he saw her cry for one of the first times ever. My mom is a beast. She never cries even when she is extremely upset. But I have known she was in pain for weeks now. Whenever she got in and out of the car she winced in pain. And the past few days whenever she walked, it was even worse.
So I'm glad she is will no longer have pain. When we visited, I got choked up a few times. When she wasn't looking at me but looked so small in the hospital bed. When she and dad just were staring at each other, or when she grabbed his hand because she was in pain. It's hard to see a parent uncomfortable. It's something I have had to do a few times this year and I'm not okay with that.
She is in the hospital for the next few days then she gets to experience the pleasure of being home/bed bound for weeks on end. I know my mom, it's not gonna last long before she goes absolutely wild. In fact she already has started.
To mom, who I know will eventually read this. You will get better. And I'm going to be there whenever you need me every step of the way.
But seriously, no more hospital visits for a few years okay?
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Crazy Nightmares Go Away
Last night I had a dream....or maybe it was more a nightmare. And when I think back to it, I can't help but laugh because it's not really scary. But during the course of the dream, I was terrified.
Anyway, the dream started with me attending Midnight Madness at Gampel. I don't know why I was there, only that I couldn't really see everything that was going on. And I was upset about it because I kept trying to find a place to see properly. And for those who know me, not being able to see UCONN basketball, unacceptable.
Anyway from Gampel I ended up at the hospital for some reason. I don't know why I was there, only that I was sitting in the room I stayed at when I was in the hospital. But I was in there with a bunch of doctors, I feel like there were four there, and not one of them were talking to me. Don't get me wrong, every one of the doctor's were talking, only they were talking to each other. And there I was on the hospital bed, trying to speak my mind but they were not listening to me at all. I was basically having a panic attack over the fact that the doctor's weren't listening to me.
It's very telling to how I felt while I was at the hospital back in May. Only thing is I was having this dream in August and I can not for the life of me understand why I'm having this dream now. I haven't really had any visits with a doctor who piss me off. I mean I have to call Dr. I about the blood work results from last week, but that's only because they didn't send it to him directly like they normally do. That I am fine with. But the idea of me talking without being hear? Not a fun feeling, let me just TELL you.
To some this may not feel like a nightmare, to me I woke up with a start. Not only did I not understand what was happening to me, but I also did not like feeling like I wasn't being heard.
Anyway, the dream started with me attending Midnight Madness at Gampel. I don't know why I was there, only that I couldn't really see everything that was going on. And I was upset about it because I kept trying to find a place to see properly. And for those who know me, not being able to see UCONN basketball, unacceptable.
Anyway from Gampel I ended up at the hospital for some reason. I don't know why I was there, only that I was sitting in the room I stayed at when I was in the hospital. But I was in there with a bunch of doctors, I feel like there were four there, and not one of them were talking to me. Don't get me wrong, every one of the doctor's were talking, only they were talking to each other. And there I was on the hospital bed, trying to speak my mind but they were not listening to me at all. I was basically having a panic attack over the fact that the doctor's weren't listening to me.
It's very telling to how I felt while I was at the hospital back in May. Only thing is I was having this dream in August and I can not for the life of me understand why I'm having this dream now. I haven't really had any visits with a doctor who piss me off. I mean I have to call Dr. I about the blood work results from last week, but that's only because they didn't send it to him directly like they normally do. That I am fine with. But the idea of me talking without being hear? Not a fun feeling, let me just TELL you.
To some this may not feel like a nightmare, to me I woke up with a start. Not only did I not understand what was happening to me, but I also did not like feeling like I wasn't being heard.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Welcome to the Good Life
This is a video I found sometime last year. I don't remember why I ran into it; possibly because I'm obsessed with Taylor and when people sing it. Or maybe it was on some friend's page and I claimed it as mine. But from when I first saw it, I fell in love. I love the boy band moves, I love the fact that they are on a train, and I wish this happened in my real life.
Needless to say, I went to the West Virginia game last year with Julia when the coach eventually got tosssed out (for once it wasn't Jimmy). We were standing by these guys who looked familiar to me but I knew I didn't know them. Well it was the guys in this video and I thought it was awesome to see Youtube sensations (at least in my eyes).
Okay, I have gone off on a small tangent about a subway sing a long and I'm not really sure why. I did want to share with whoever reads this something that I really love. Because whenever I feel down, I tend to find this video and just smile thinking about what would happen if this happened in my real life.
Real life though has not sucked recently. And by that I mean ever since I have gotten home from the hospital. I have run into some good luck in the end of May and beginning of June. I have been able to eat whatever I want without being in pain. I have been able to pick up hours at work a bit, even though yesterday I was sent home because it was so dead. I've decided I'm going to see O.A.R. whenever they come around, I think it's August when that will be happening. And I have other fun things planned coming up this summer.
I truly believe summer makes things better. If you don't believe that, think back to all the summers in your life, and I'm sure you are remembering the days that lasted well into the nights with the friends that you can never forget. It's almost like during the winter time we have to hunker down and almost hibernate to make rest up for the fun that summer always promises.
This post is nonsensical but most of them have been. It's because I'm such a scatter brain on a regular basis that you tend to get the posts that have really no connections to anything I have written about. It's fine though, adds to part of the charm.
One more view until I have reached the 1,000 views which I can not thank you enough about. I can not believe that people continue to come to this thing that read about not only my health and daily life, but the ramblings that come about for the things in my life. I think to honor when there is officially the thousand views, which may happen as I'm writing this, I am going to post some of my favorite things. From books, movies, shows, and memories, I think it could be a good time. Maybe I would make it a series of posts because I have realized this past week when I'm asked my favorite of something, I really don't have one specific favorite.
I hope everyone is able to enjoy some of this beautiful weather we are having. And that after watching that video, whenever you hear Taylor Swift, you will think of these boys and even of me, because it's just that memorable
Needless to say, I went to the West Virginia game last year with Julia when the coach eventually got tosssed out (for once it wasn't Jimmy). We were standing by these guys who looked familiar to me but I knew I didn't know them. Well it was the guys in this video and I thought it was awesome to see Youtube sensations (at least in my eyes).
Okay, I have gone off on a small tangent about a subway sing a long and I'm not really sure why. I did want to share with whoever reads this something that I really love. Because whenever I feel down, I tend to find this video and just smile thinking about what would happen if this happened in my real life.
Real life though has not sucked recently. And by that I mean ever since I have gotten home from the hospital. I have run into some good luck in the end of May and beginning of June. I have been able to eat whatever I want without being in pain. I have been able to pick up hours at work a bit, even though yesterday I was sent home because it was so dead. I've decided I'm going to see O.A.R. whenever they come around, I think it's August when that will be happening. And I have other fun things planned coming up this summer.
I truly believe summer makes things better. If you don't believe that, think back to all the summers in your life, and I'm sure you are remembering the days that lasted well into the nights with the friends that you can never forget. It's almost like during the winter time we have to hunker down and almost hibernate to make rest up for the fun that summer always promises.
This post is nonsensical but most of them have been. It's because I'm such a scatter brain on a regular basis that you tend to get the posts that have really no connections to anything I have written about. It's fine though, adds to part of the charm.
One more view until I have reached the 1,000 views which I can not thank you enough about. I can not believe that people continue to come to this thing that read about not only my health and daily life, but the ramblings that come about for the things in my life. I think to honor when there is officially the thousand views, which may happen as I'm writing this, I am going to post some of my favorite things. From books, movies, shows, and memories, I think it could be a good time. Maybe I would make it a series of posts because I have realized this past week when I'm asked my favorite of something, I really don't have one specific favorite.
I hope everyone is able to enjoy some of this beautiful weather we are having. And that after watching that video, whenever you hear Taylor Swift, you will think of these boys and even of me, because it's just that memorable
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
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
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. :)
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