Today I ran across a blog that was listed recently as one of the top 100 blogs/websites that will inspire you to be a better person. In the particular entry I was looking at, I was excited to see a list of things that come for free but are so good. "The Best Things in Life are Free". I have also recently run across a "handwritten" blog that writes a note a day or a week addressed to something positive in her life. I can't remember the link to that one anymore, but I hope someday to be able to write things that can inspire people. I believe I have been given the gift of eloquence and I can say and write things in a way that people can understand and relate to what I am saying. Anyways, the point is that I want to start doing something similar when I post. My family is all over the country right now and we have been writing each other each week with three things that are good or we are grateful for.
Here is my version of inspiration this week. I want to write down one thing that happens everyday that is good starting today!
I get to go to Tucanos Brazilian Grill with some amazing people!!
FREEDOM! So this is what it feels like. I'd have to say I've rarely experienced the feeling of being tethered and then freed. This is it! Best birthday present ever! I get to take a bath at home, put on make-up, do my hair and celebrate the heck out of being out of the hospital. Don't worry though, I won't party too hard, I don't want to end up back in here.
But hey, it wasn't all that bad, it's just a great birthday present to be leaving the hospital. The housekeeping staff sang to me and gave me a card. That's pretty cool and the sun is the brightest I've seen it maybe since I've been here.
P.S. There was just a code green in the psych ward. I'm trying not to think too much about that.
Here are some pictures of the homecoming/birthday party! Kristin did a great job of baking and making the cupcake display. I have amazing roommates!
Five candles cause I'm young at heart. 25 was a good birthday!
So, the latest news is that I woke up on Monday with a fun little case of the shingles. Thus, I am still in the hospital just chillin'. Today I woke up with a swollen eye and they had the eye doctor come in to make sure the shingles weren't spreading to my eye.
Fast forward to Sunday. I feel GREAT! I'm ready to bust out of here. I feel like I've been sitting here for three days just waiting for them to let me go. Its a little bit out of control. I guess if it is meant to be it will happen, but I am definitely pushing for Tuesday or Wednesday so that I can get home before or on my birthday. It is just frustrating cause I don't feel sick, maybe a little weak, cause I can't do anything but walk in circles, but I'm ready to bust out of this joint!
Sorry the post is short and grumpy today. I'm ready to be outta here baby!
So, yesterday on Facebook I made a comment about how I was addicted to football and my friend Dre said that was an addiction that was ok, kind of like breathing, and eating and you couldn't just go cold turkey, no football is just not possible. Well... will someone take that turkey out of the oven, cause it's done! Let me tell you about my two favorite football teams.
1. BYU- I will never stop being a BYU fan. I don't hate on Jake Heaps, or Riley Nelson or anyone else who may have forgot to "honey up" their hands last night, however, I'm slightly worried that Jimmer may have taken all of our miracle juice for the year. Silly Jimmer.
2. The Colts- Ya.... only a few words for that one too. Payton Manning, neck injury, season... obliterated. But, we still love Austin Collie... I think he is hurt right now though too.
The good thing about warm turkey is that it tastes delicious and there were some good things this morning that helped to season up that yummy bird.
In dialysis the supervisor had her grandson with her. He was probably the cutest kid I've seen all week! No, bur really, he was very cute and he was playing with an iphone application that he could ask questions and it would say yes or no back to him. I started answering his questions instead and we had a good little conversation cause he started thinking of more questions to ask and laughing and getting excited. He was very cute.
Also, for the first 2 hours of dialysis I was able to watch the movie 17 Miracles that Sister Larsen brought to me. It was a great movie, after which Trevor gave me the play by play of the Sunday School lesson. All in all, so far its been a good day.
Underpants, what a funny word. Yes.. I'm starting a post for you today with the word underpants. I could have gone with long-johns, unders, arounds or even overs, but just for you, I chose to write about the complete and utter awkwardness of being basically completely exposed every time I wiggle my pinkie finger in the wrong direction.
Let me just tell you, the "nursery rhyme" I see London, I see France, I see "insert name here's" underpants is sure a whole lot funnier when you are 6 years old. It becomes even less funny when you are suddenly "living" with 10 other people and everyone is walking around in a drape with a giant hole in the back. I guess they have to provide us with some kind of entertainment to keep up occupied huh?
Although, I must admit, being on a floor where both patients and nurses have moustaches that have outlived me can make for some interesting stories.
Yesterday I got to take a jog or two around the nurses station. Yeah, that's right. I jogged. It was invigorating! One time, I leaned over to pick up a piece of paper and almost won the race face first. I guess now I know what it feels like to be a little "tipsy." I think I'll stay away from that for umm... ever. I must admit I felt a little like this guy. Not quite sure which way I was going to end up going.
My doctor came by today and it sounds like I'm slowly taking baby steps towards getting my little bum on the move outta here. The platelet counts are still slowly going up. They are thinking they may have to start the chemo drug treatments before they do the biopsy though because the platelets are just being slow pokes. This could be a good thing, because they might discharge me earlier than expected since I'm doing so much better, but it could also be a bummer because I'll have to have an outpatient procedure when they finally reach high enough levels.
No definitive word yet though, still playing the waiting game for now. Hopefully I will hear from the other two doctors soon and they can give me some good news. After all.. who wants to watch an intense BYU/Utah football game in a hospital room? BOO!
That's right, minute by minute news updates comin' atcha from the THIRD floor, or as I'd like to affectionately call it, Cloud Nine! Yes folks, I've been moved to the KID-KNEE floor. Here, they will ... do more of the exact same thing... except my room is bigger... and.. I have a shower.... a shower being a chair that I can sit in and kind of wash off. Its an exciting thing!
Sad news though, I talked to the nutritionist today to find out exactly what is restricted on my diet until my Kidneys start to get better... The good news is this...
I can still eat meat, both white and red. I can have some of the fruits and vegetables that I love, not all, but some and I can very sparingly eat my favorites, such as tomatoes, potatoes and peaches. They are mostly on the no-no list. No more of the mashed goodies :( Maybe I'll be able to eat them by Thanksgiving, cause that would be fantastic!
So, even though cloud nine is obviously pretty dang sweet... there are still some snags that I'd rather not deal with. Don't worry through friends, I'll keep you updated as the events of the third floor unravel and weave their fun little tale.
Well.. it was a nice interesting night last night up in the E-Wing of the UVRMC. I feel so bad for the patients who get confused and don't quite understand what is going on. My new neighbor didn't understand why she was in the hospital and DID NOT want to have oxygen on. She pulled her oxygen mask off at least 4 different times in the middle of the night. The alarms all went off each time because her oxygen levels weren't high enough for her to continue breathing. I feel bad for those people who just don't understand. They had to eventually tie her arms to her bed so that she would not be in danger of removing her mask and passing away overnight due to lack of oxygen. Needless to say, it was an interesting night in the E-Wing, lots of yelling, sedation and confusion. Luckily, I was able to still get a few hours of sleep.
Don't worry I'll keep you updated as more excitement and fun goes down I'm sure we haven't seen the end of it.
Well folks, it has happened... I finally rough and tumbled myself into quite the predicament. After a week and a half of coughing and hacking and getting weaker and weaker I decided to check myself into the E.R. Well.. friends, dang good thing that I did. They have since discovered a weird creature living inside me called pneumonia. I don't know what the heck he thinks he is doing in there, I have told him multiple times that he isn't welcome or appreciated, but whatever. Then... of course, my friend Anemia decides he wants to join in the fun. Turns out that the reason I had been so weak lately was because I had less than half of my blood in my body. I guess they were having a little civil war in there and the wrong side was winning, so, thanks to the kindly donations of the lovely A+ students at BYU and UVU I was able to receive 4 units of the juicy red stuff which has helped me to feel much better.
Unfortunately, in addition, my Kidneys have decided that they need to also cause problems. They are trying to stop working on me too. So, I get to have dialysis. WOO... so.. NOT fun. Its cool though, my scar count will go from ... like... 3 or 4 to like 45 after this hospital stay. I already have about 14 to add to the count! Don't worry, I requested one to look like the Harry Potter lightning bolt, we'll see if that pans out. Its on my neck so it probably will look more like a Vampire bite.. yikes.
Well.. tomorrow should be a fun day though. I will start dialysis in the morning.. at like 6:30 am or something like that... followed by a kidney biopsy. For those of you who don't know. THIS is the needle they will put into my back and get fluid off of my kidney so that they know what is going on back there. Ya.. it's cool.. I know I'm brave! I guess it looks whimpy in this picture... but I've had it done before. Its a little larger than it appears.
That is how its rollin right now in the land of the happy and home of the brave. However, I would like to offer a little shout out to everyone who has come to say hi! I would just name everyone.. and don't think I can't remember... but then it would just be a boring list of names.
Anyways, I just wanted to let everyone know that yes I'm alive, yes I'm still breathing and my heart is beating. I'm keeping the nurses and visitors entertained (I'm their favorite.. even though they may not admit it) and I'm getting better and better at telling cheesy jokes and making sarcastic remarks. Don't worry though I'm still the same 'ole me.
So.. the moral of the story... don't run faster than is needful. Stop and smell the flowers. Remember who you are. Don't forget to brush your teeth. Smile like you mean it. Keep on truckin! BUT, Never give up and never give in. Life is full of surprises,
Take care of yourself you beautiful people.. and you won't end up like me... in the hospital with a bag of crayons, a goofy hair-do and a cheesy grin with the silly story of how I ended up as the girl with the lightning scar.