For those who are closest to me, my desire for a tattoo has been discussed many times, with no date set for a variety of reasons.  Blood thinners, lack of funds, lack of guts.

I've made a decision though.  While the holiday season tends to take a lot of money outta a person, I plan on putting some money aside.

And I've decided, with the help of someone actually making the date because I don't think I'm going to be that brave, the date.

What would be more perfect then the year anniversary I had to go to the hospital because of Henry?

So there it is.  December 27th if I don't have the tattoo on my hip, I'm going to be extremely upset with myself

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. :)

All I want is one certain thing to eat, and it's the last thing I can eat.  Or the one thing my parents do not believe I should have.  Namely my father.

I have always been the weird creature to crave salads.  Ask Shannon.  After a few drinks at night, when we would go to the diner or on the way home, I would announce that I could not wait to have a salad.  Crazy I know but that is my number one love.  And now it can make my stomach hurt which means we have to proceed with caution, basically meaning that I should not have a lot of it.

Which means at this particular time, I am extremely upset that I am unsatisfied with my early dinner.

I have noticed that my stomach is a little better but there are some flair ups.  I don't know if it's due to nervousness when the boss is in or if it's just nervousness about the whole thing in general but overall I have noticed that I don't have so many stomach pains throughout the day. Yayyyy for that!

Tomorrow I plan on starting to work out, even if that means simple crunches when I wake up.  I also have decided I want to make sure I'm not eating all crap food which means that I can not slip back into the small bag of chips a day habit that I had fallen into before the holidays.

Can't believe that all of my posts seem to be about food.  I'm addicted and it's not necessarily a good addiction.  Let me blame it this time on the medicine.

Tonight is a night to watch sappy love stories.  Why I torture myself by doing this is beyond me but I think I'm a hopeless romantic and wish that a movie like story is in my future.