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I made it through yesterday's events with only forty-five minutes of passing out into a deep drooling sleep in the driver's seat of my car in the parking lot of the hospital midafternoon. My mom also dozed in the passenger's seat but said the children were being too loud in the back seat for her to really nap. I bet people walking past the car were wondering what the hell was wrong with us.

I went in to see one of my very favorite doctors. She is the Infectious Disease doctor that keeps the floor cleaner pumping through my veins. I really think she is the reason I am better. She is also a very sweet person. She has told me several times how much she admires me for having so much courage and positive attitude while going through all of this hell and that she is so amazed by me and how I have come through it all still smiling. She also makes a point of rushing to my aid upon realization that I am in the hospital. She even went out of her way to make sure she came out into the waiting room with me after my visit to hug my mom and kids. I wish every doctor was like her. No, I wish every person was like her.

I actually don't remember being very amazing. I remember being pretty miserable. There were a few days of running down the halls pushing my IV pole and doing my best Tom Cruise in Risky Business slide in front of the central nurses station. There were lots of times when laughing at Monkeyboy's jokes made me laugh so much I hurt. But for the most part I cried. A whole lot.

I also went to see my Pulmonary doctor. I was hoping he would tell me I can discontinue bruising the hell out of myself with the shots in my stomach and just take pills but he has me doing both now. At least for another week or so. Then I may get to just take pills. He confirmed that I may have the ileostomy reversal surgery done at the end of February or beginning of March. I told him that it hurts really bad when I yawn or sneeze and he suggested a chest x-ray and then changed his mind after listening to me and said I sounded great and that we would hold off on that for awhile. That still doesn't make it not hurt when I yawn or sneeze. He also condemned me to going to the lab twice a week for blood draws. If I didn't think he was a fairly nice guy I would be really pissed about that whole thing. I guess blood clots in your lungs and blood thinning drugs require a lot of monitoring though. It isn't his fault my insurance won't let me just go to the hospital's lab. Bastards.

Today I am being Evil School Teaching QFU and making Logan redo a really lame attempt at writing an essay from an outline about Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. I am glad some things are getting back to normal.

Posted by gwendolyn on January 08, 2003 at 02:07 PM