tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90458876633228302582024-02-18T18:42:23.653-08:00 Girl With The Lightning ScarAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-19090079725762615152013-11-24T07:10:00.000-08:002013-11-24T07:10:52.121-08:00What is it About Ellen and Wisdom Teeth?Has anyone else noticed that there are a lot of videos out there about kids getting their wisdom teeth extracted? Of course its funny to watch them because many of them have no idea what's going on and mumble on for a while about some random, yet funny, topic. One particular thing that I'm sure at least someone else has noticed is the fact that many of them chatter on about how they are sure that they are on the Ellen Show, because things are weird. Some of them even believe that Ellen was there with them during the surgery.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-24295946556997103812013-11-02T22:50:00.003-07:002013-11-02T23:21:37.722-07:00Growing...So, I have been doing a lot of reading lately. In particular, a book called Jesus the Christ that talks about the life of our savior. It is a very in depth study that takes many students years to really fully grasp and understand (myself included). I've also been a little bit addicted to blogs and the messages from women whose voices are often overlooked. These women have taught me great things already and I'm excited to continue to learn from them.<br />
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I have also had a lot of recent experiences in my life that have made me think more deeply. With the passing of a friend, the wedding of another and speaking with even more who have found themselves going through hard times, I've found myself on the brink of becoming spiritually mature and it has made the past few months quite a growing experience.<br />
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I've comforted, cried with, cared for and served in greater capacity and with more love than I thought I had. I've shared laughs, experiences, and memories that will last a lifetime and beyond and found myself both growing away from and closer to the people in my life that matter most.<br />
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So here is my virtual cheers to you all. I would do it individually, but I'm an emotional mess lately, so I'll pass. To Mom, Dad, and Kevin, Angela, Jessica, Katee, Celia, Maquel, Katheryn, Hannah, Michelle, Jill, Megan and, Shana, Tia, Melissa, Josh, Amy. To anyone I didn't mention by name, know that there are many of you who have been great examples of kindness, charity, truth, strength, determination and endurance and without you, I wouldn't be nearly the person I am today. You are loved, thank you for all of your love and support, it never goes unnoticed, even if I'm not great at expressing it.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-49129509252864021862013-08-07T17:03:00.000-07:002013-08-07T21:59:39.836-07:00Emotional Reunions and GoodbyesThis summer has spoiled me rotten. I've had friends come to Utah from just about everywhere and most have stopped in to say hi. I've had family come and stay, and I've become reunited with adult leaders from the past and been able share experiences and life stories with them as we got reaquainted for a short time.<br />
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Also, this summer, as mentioned in a previous post, my cousin Josh came and stayed with me for a few days. One of my AMAZING friends from home, Kaity Kirby, was also able to make an appearance. While her and an Australian mission companion traveled through the western states.</div>
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Kaity was able to go on a vacation with my family to Nauvoo, IL in High School with Kevin and some of his friends, at which time we became even closer than we previously were. She is an amazing example of strength and courage and I'm so glad I got the chance to visit with her for a while. </div>
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And lastly, for now, I was able to go to Provo last Sunday and see the Bishopric and some of the ward who literally held my hand through the most scary and difficult time of my life, get released. While this wasn't the last time I'll see them, (especially since some of them are still serving in Provo), they made such an impact on my life that it was quite an emotional Sacrament Meeting. More than one spoke over the pulpit about experiences that I personally had in that ward and how the ward banded together to help me. </div>
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This is my final thank you to all of those people in my life who have had such a positive impact on me and made such a difference in my life. Who, of course, I can't even come close to listing individually. Thanks for letting me share my stories and for letting me be a part of yours. God be with y'all till we meet again.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-75329909028897715852013-08-03T18:47:00.000-07:002013-08-03T18:47:47.201-07:00A Series of Unfortunate EventsA series of unfortunate events in the life of my friend, and ex-maybe-soon-to-be-again-roommate Celia, has led her to consider moving back to Utah, and more specifically Salt Lake!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-89095628580211880602013-08-01T17:50:00.000-07:002013-08-01T20:58:14.579-07:00The Hard Question... Who loves Hashtags?I know, everyone claims to hate hashtags, but we all know the real truth, you love them. I mean who wouldn't want #theirwordsrunningtogether? English majors. Yeah. Before you decide to quit this post and move onto something that you deem to be more funny or exciting, I dare you to continue.
Me, myself and I think hashtags are hilarious. When my favorite (don't tell anyone else) cousin, Josh, came to visit Kevin and I in June, we discovered the hashtag #hotmormongirls.<br />
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We knew we had to carry on the hashtag tradition, so for this outing it was #screamlikealittlegirl and from now on, when we have awkward or funny moments the hash tags seem to just come out. #hetoldmewithhiseyes & #passionateeyeconact came to be when a certain roommate liked a certain boy and we had a late night. In case you aren't aware, people tend to get a little weird after like 10pm, especially when its a bunch of girls hanging out together.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-18598056956535825842013-07-31T21:39:00.000-07:002013-07-31T21:57:41.263-07:00Why Do I Diet? and Other Hard QuestionsRecently, I've been trying to eat better & exercise more.. all to drop a few pounds. I drink lots and lots of water everyday, eat lots of salads, not a TON of carbs or sugar.I'm spending all my free time with fruits and veggies and let me tell you, the chocolate is getting pretty jealous. I've even been running a few times lately, and heaven knows I sweat off a pound a day in this 104 degree weather, so what's the deal!? I lose like a pound every 6 weeks.<br />
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I'm running the Color Me Rad 5k in September, it will be my second "race" ever, and also my second one this year, both "fun runs", yipee! Also, on semi-related side note, I may or may not have gotten new shoes that I love! Okay, so I went a little crazy during shoe sales actually. I'm sorry. Three pay checks in a month is a happy thing. I should be paying my car off, I know, I know!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-62067137614544898352013-05-19T20:45:00.003-07:002013-05-19T20:45:55.047-07:0010 Things I've Learned from Living with GirlsI feel like I should explain myself a little bit in this post, but I don't entirely know what to say, that would offer a significant meaning or worth to you. Instead I'll just jump right in. As a side note, this post is meant to be serious, but if you know me, you can be sure it will turn into something a little more on the humorous side. <div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-42906736238647991982012-12-12T17:57:00.000-08:002012-12-12T17:57:01.608-08:00That's my story and I'm stickin' to it!This is a shout out to all of my Mormon (LDS) friends who have sat through an odd testimony meeting and felt super uncomfortable, or just plain unable to keep up with what was going on because of the odd stories, references and just strange overall experiences. That happened to me today.<br />
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We were each given a copy of the Living Christ, published by the 12 apostles in the latter days and the first presidency and prophet of our church. If you'd like to know more about a living prophet and the true beliefs of the Mormon church, learn more at <a href="http://mormon.org/">Mormon.org</a> or click on the following link to read a copy of <a href="http://jesuschrist.lds.org/SonOfGod/eng/testimonies-of-him/articles/the-living-christ-the-testimony-of-the-apostles-of-the-church-of-jesus-christ-of-latter-day-saints">The Living Christ</a>. Anyways, we were asked to read through and circle all of the names of Christ mentioned in this one page testimony of Jesus Christ, here is what I found, in no particular order:</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-77813519599646030552012-10-31T21:50:00.000-07:002012-10-31T22:01:02.208-07:00Dating Horror StoriesThis blog post is for all of you out there who have gone on that one, or maybe even two miserable, awful, horrible dates that will forever live in your mind. This is the period of time that comprised the worst of the worst, most awkward and possibly even most embarrassing moments of your life.<br />
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You all know what I'm talking about. There was the boy who picked you up on his bicycle or tried to woo you over a burger and milkshake. Or maybe you experienced the girl who took you to meet her parents on your first date or went through your apartment talking about what has to go when you get married before you even know her middle name. It has happened to us all, so here are the best of the best that I've heard, or experienced for myself.<br />
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Scenario 1: The blind blind date. Take for instance those awkward blind dates. Some call them blind because you don't know the person before you go on the date, others because you don't see the person before the date. In the case of others, the date is blind because you didn't see him before, on, or after your date. No this is definitely not because you are actually blind, I would never stoop that low. Instead, this is a result of a face painted mask that he didn't bother to wash off after his previous activity.<br />
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Ya, talk about lazy. You know your date is a winner when he gets done with his Halloween party, stage make-up class or band practice and skips the shower. face wash and change of clothes and heads straight to spend some quality time with you. Really makes a girl feel special. Better yet, you will walk away and not be able to identify him in a police station line-up. Smooth, very smooth.<br />
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Scenario 3: The First Kiss, Sweet or Sassy? Ok, regardless of whether it is your actual first kiss or just a first kiss with a new guy, everyone needs to learn to take it easy! That's right friends, it is not okay in any situation to just throw your mouth open and swallow your kissing partner's face on the first attempt. There are a few things that no one I know of enjoy in a kiss.<br />
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All in all, boys, men, guys, whatever you'd like to call yourselves, you don't have to look like Brad Pit, talk like Chris Hemsworth or sing like John Mayer to get the girls. You just need to be sweet without being overbearing, weird without being psycho, and fun without being immature and for goodness sake work those dimples God gave you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-46711852714028609712012-09-20T23:04:00.000-07:002012-09-20T23:12:57.089-07:00Moving on...Guess what? No really guess....Ok you give up? NO I'm not getting married, going to grad school or re-inventing the wheel, at least not yet... I have officially made a decision that will determine where my life is headed from here. That's right. I have moved out of the wonderful world of Provo, also known as "the bubble" into the great unknown, also known as "The Wild".<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Tw Cen MT; font-size: small;">You have brains in your head.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-64756086321549521812012-09-12T15:05:00.001-07:002012-09-12T15:05:30.971-07:00Living With a Porch SwingSo, I've heard of waiting as described as an action and I've decided it's true. Even if you aren't actually doing anything, you are simply... waiting. However, just because waiting is an action word, doesn't mean that it is something worth doing frequently. I learned that anything worth having is worth waiting for. So, I get that there were a lot of repeated words in those last two sentences and to most people it was a heck of a lot of mumbo jumbo, so in English, what I'm really trying to say is, waiting sucks while you're doing it, but in the end it all comes out ok. <br />
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I will not tell lies (throw back to Harry Potter there), I am one of those people who posts ooh so cute things on Pinterest only to go blah when they are actually handed to me. For instance, I've wanted a porch swing ever since I was little and we got rid of our windowed in porch swing. My mom or dad and I used to sit on the swing during thunderstorms and look out over the cornfields (yes I live in backwoods Indiana), and spot the lightning and watch the rain pour down. That is something I've learned that I miss greatly.<br />
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Yeah, well nostalgia can only do so much apparently because I now have a porch swing, right on my front porch at the house I moved in to in Salt Lake City, but do I use it? Nope, I haven't sat on it one single time, and there have been two kinda gnarly thunderstorms! So, why you ask do I let my dreams pass me by? Well, I could claim its because the swing doesn't look like it's been cleaned for years, or I could say that spiders might come and get me, but everyone who knows me knows those are both just excuses and that I need to just woman up and get the cleaner out, clean that mess and spend some quality time with my porch swing.<br />
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So, this is for anyone who wants something. Just get it. Reach out and make it happen, even if it is as little as having a porch swing. Once your dream becomes a reality cherish it. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-4686552634202279852012-06-07T23:07:00.004-07:002012-06-08T23:10:29.178-07:00Cowboy Boots and 10 Gallon HatsWARNING: This post may contain addictive content. Read at your own risk.<br />
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Lately, I've realized that even though I haven't been technically diagnosed I am quite A.D.D. when it comes to music. For instance, one day I will love country music and the next, when other people decide to like country too, I switch to something else. Its silly, I know, but sometimes everyone goes a little crazy right?<br />
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Ok, so lately, I've been on a country kick and as my roommate once pointed out in her own blog, it isn't just songs about beer and cows and fishing... even though there are of course those songs, nor is it a bunch of pre-marital nonsense that we tend to hear about in every other genre of music.<br />
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To me, country music is about emotions, love, death, illness, happiness, and learning to deal with these issues. It's about understanding people's stories before judging their character or background. It's about treating everyone like they are someone special, because believe it or not, they are.Its about recognizing the heroes in this world and learning that family is what matters. Its about your life journey and what you choose to do with it. Don't believe me, do you? That's okay I suppose. Maybe it would be easier to convince you by showing you these songs...<br />
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Are you from Indiana, Oklahoma, Texas, South Dakota, Kansas, New Mexico? You might understand why God made those flyover states.. one of my favorite songs right now from Jason Aldean, along with Tattoos on this Town.<br />
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or Keith Urban's "For You" which features the troops and all they have done for us through the years.<br />
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If you'd actually listen to the words you might understand why I love this music so much.. just saying...<br />
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I also love... <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gX-04oKskFs">"Like My Mother Does" - Lauren Alaina</a> , <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ruyaKdPfTN4">Hunter Hayes - "Wanted",</a> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rzMQu4zTtK8">Gloriana - "Kissed you Goodnight"</a> , <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9RRBGFO1nI">Rascal Flatts - "Banjo"</a>, I know.. that is a lot...only two more and I think I'll have you convinced...<br />
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Ok.. I've given you most of my favorites.. and if you'll give them a chance I promise you won't be disappointed... :)<br />
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If none of these has affected you in the least... pull out your hankies... this is the one... or you may have indeed been born without a heart. "Don't Miss Your Life" - Phil Vassar <br />
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Let's pretend for a second that I'm not terrified of swimming with sharks and that one of my biggest fears does not include swimming in wide open water. Ever since that dang Dolphin on the bottom of the pool at the YMCA looked at my funny I have been terrified of swimming in wide open water. But, that doesn't stop me from wanting to visit the Great Barrier Reef in Australia and go scuba diving or even just snorkeling. I can deal with sharks and eels and those scary creatures for a while to be able to enjoy some of God's greatest creations.<br />
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I feel like my list would be far from complete without a trip to Ireland or Scotland thrown into the mix. First of all. Have you seen pictures of these places...castles, lush green countrysides and beautiful blue green lakes surrounded by a large blue-green ocean. Let's be honest. What is not to love? Bagpipes? Okay, they are sometimes a little much to handle in long periods of time, but I find it hard to believe that the fear of continual bag pipe music would keep anyone away from such a beautiful place.<br />
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I almost feel like daring you to find a more beautiful destination although, number 6 would probably come pretty close. If you are still conflicted you may want to check out one of the movies filmed in one of these beautiful countries for further confirmation.<br />
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<i>Leap Year, P.S. I Love You, Tristan and Isolde</i>, <i>Braveheart, Saving Private Ryan (Supposedly the beach scenes take place in Ireland - though I've never seen it, or been to Ireland to substantiate these claims). </i><br />
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intriguing destinations on the planet." No joke, that is the first two lines of the Machu Picchu, Peru trip planning website. Um.. yes please! Buy me a ticket, book my flight. I know half of the fun is doing the climb, but wouldn't it be easier and a little more exciting to just drop me off via.. hot air balloon or... ooh I don't know... parachute. <br />
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Here it is folks, part two of my travel list is complete, if you are still reading I'm impressed. I have included some honorable mentions because to be honest with you, <b><i>Paris</i></b> has grown on me as well as <b><i>Thailand </i></b>and<b><i> Beijing</i></b>, maybe with further persuasion they will make their way up the list. <br />
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If you don't believe me, here's dream number one... I had a dream that me and one of my roommates were talking about when our other roommate was coming home and she suddenly came out from behind the wall crying her eyes out whining to us that she "heard everything" and couldn't believe we would say such things about her.<br />
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This happened 2 or 3 more times in different locations, always with the same two roommates and the same outcome. When I told my roommate about the dream, interesting conversation followed of course about why I would have such a dream.<br />
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The other night I had another good one. If you have seen the movie "In Time" this will make more sense to you. The movie In Time is about people who live as long as they have time left on their clocks(arms). Anyways I had a "Time Keeping Machine" that could transport me from century to century based on the numbers I entered into the machine. Except, if you misused your "jumping" powers the time keepers would take your machine. Well.. I was on a bus, with an unknown male person :). Everyone on the bus had misused their time machines and so the time keeper was coming to retrieve them from us. Well... we realized this before the time keepers got to us, so we jumped and hid out for a while, until the time keepers found us.. Then it was just like the movie "Jumper". We jumped from time period to time period and had to keep running from the time keepers. It was a pretty detailed dream. Anyways.. those are just two of the many extremely strange dreams I've had in the past few weeks...<br />
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I'm kind of excited to see if they will continue.. Sorry this post is mostly so I don't forget the dreams.. and I get sick of writing things out by hand, so its not as funny or clever as usual.<br />
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rad dreamAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-88870896477298767852012-01-23T16:40:00.001-08:002012-09-12T14:57:48.782-07:00From Blonde to Red and Back Again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So, for those of you who missed part of the continuing Heidi saga.. I will fill in the details. I know.. its so dramatic right?..<br />
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During the last week I was in the hospital in September my docs talked and decided that my Lupus was so out of control that more aggressive treatment was needed. This was as I was starting my overall recovery... so honestly not entirely sure how that decision came about...<br />
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Anyways.. the reason they give Chemo or Cytoxan as they call the milder version I received, to Lupus patients is because it basically kills off the rest of their immune system, making it impossible for my body to react. In other words.. my body was having such an "allergic reaction" to itself that the only way to stop it was to kill off my immune system so that it would stop trying to fight me.<br />
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I think it would have been easier and more comfortable for me to sit down and have a heart to heart with those little annoying germs and tell them that evacuation was necessary or they would be fumigated. Kind of like those weird Mucinex commercials.. you all know what I'm talking about.. right? If not.. just pretend.<br />
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Regardless... I had my first treatment in the hospital, where they have nice heavy anti-nausea medication, so I only threw up twice in the middle of the night after the first treatment. Although, the hospital and after the second treatment is when I lost the most hair.<br />
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Well.. after I was released... my hair was looking pretty nasty and starting to develop bald spots, which is why I all the sudden appeared with thick red hair... Yeah.. my fairy godmother (literally, not kidding here) helped me pick out a wig that would work with my natural skin tone that I could wear for a few months until my treatments were over.<br />
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So, thus, Heidi is a fiery, feisty red head! Woo hoo!<br />
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Anyways, after the second treatment.. no sickness, just nausea. <br />
Third treatment... I threw up for about 5 hours.. nearly every half an hour.<br />
Fourth treatment was a 7-8 hour long disaster zone. I almost surrendered myself to curling up on the bathroom floor and just waiting it out. Lucky for me there are some amazing priesthood holders in my ward who don't mind seeing me at my worse and I got a blessing after which the episode subsided. <br />
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Two days later I went home for Christmas! Yay Christmas!!<br />
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Well.. a few days after returning from Christmas break, the bills started showing up. I won't say how much they were cause its just ridiculous.. but I was scheduled for two more treatments. One this week and then the last one next month. However, after looking at the bills I decided that unless Bill Gates himself made an appearance on my front step with a nice chunky check book, Chemo was not happening anymore.<br />
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I got in touch with my doctor today and okayed the nix of the Chemo treatments! I'm still not in the clear completely, they will have me on watch... don't worry no ankle bracelet or alarms going off... just some more needle pokes twice a month, which is no big considering a spot has formed on my arm from the previous 117 needle pokes in the exact same spot. Easy access makes things a lot more comfortable for everyone.<br />
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Anyways.. thus ends this current part of my dramatic/traumatic experience. Thanks for the continued prayers and love sent my way, it has meant the world to me...<br />
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Ohh.. p.s. the wig has officially taken its spot on the top shelf of my closet where she will hopefully reside for a long time. I have once again joined the ranks of the blondes!<br />
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Before I end though I probably should include some positives of chemo.. right? There is a ray of sunshine in every cloud... except of course unless its snowing like the north pole in Provo.. but that's beside the point...<br />
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1. I never had to shave my legs... Its true folks.. the hair just didn't grow.<br />
2. I had a legitimate excuse to not work for a day and "rest" on the couch.<br />
3. HUGS!!! I got LOTS of Hugs! I like hugs...<br />
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And thus... officially.. Chemo has taken its place in its part of Heidi history, become part of what has shaped my character and made me stronger than I ever imagined I would be. Thanks should go to Heavenly Father for knowing I was strong enough to endure such a harrowing trial and come out even stronger.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-70519636973551248922011-11-29T22:15:00.001-08:002011-11-29T22:18:18.885-08:00The Baby Dill MobileYes, Kristin and I did make a late night run to Smith's tonight. Yes, we did go "shopping" and found some interesting things, but they didn't make it past the check-out lane. But really.. enough of that. I have just found some funny things in my life lately that I feel I should share with you. Everyone needs a good laugh now and then, right?<br />
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So, in all honesty Kristin and I really did make a late night run to the grocery store tonight because we were both starving.. and decided nothing in our apartment could live up to our cravings. Well.. everything was going just dandy. We headed outside to jump into Kristin's car to head over to the grocery store. Then, Kristin remembered, perhaps due to the smell, that she had left a full can of pickles in the back and they had leaked a little. Ok, maybe more than just a little..the truth is that, it leaked a lot, all the juice was gone and the smell of pickles joined us on our little adventure.<br />
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On the way out of the store, a car decided that even though I was walking behind it, it was going to go ahead and back out. It came a matter of a few inches, maybe centimeters from hitting me. Kristin was a quite bit more phased than I was. So went our little adventure for the night.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-41992152456009158782011-10-20T21:29:00.005-07:002011-10-20T21:35:39.025-07:00HomeA word with so many meanings... a wise person once said "home isn't where your house is, its where the people you love are." Maybe that's why I'm feeling so conflicted right now. <b>Home is here. </b><br />
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<li>the house I grew up in</li>
<li><b style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">FAMILY</span></b></li>
<li>the quilt made for me by the young women in my ward when I moved away</li>
<li>the farm </li>
<li>my favorite stuffed animals from when I was little</li>
<li>my mom's <span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><i>homemade</i></b></span> dinners</li>
<li>the delicious <span style="font-size: small;">drive-in</span> down the street</li>
<li>the best friends a girl could ask for</li>
<li>familiar faces and places where memories are made</li>
<li>finding old bucket lists and notes passed in high school</li>
<li>realizing your dreams didn't come true, or at least not yet, but realizing that its ok </li>
<li>rolling hills, green grass, <b style="color: #cfe2f3;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;">lightning bugs </span></b></li>
</ul><b>Home is also there. Utah. </b><br />
<ul><li>endless<span style="font-size: large;"> <b style="color: #cfe2f3;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">hugs</span></b></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span>and get well wishes</li>
<li>familiar faces and places where memories are made</li>
<li>birthday buddies </li>
<li>roommates and friend I can count on no matter what<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-tq7ZuDgesqhKIX2ujewLiKd2SSvD3GiLk7EiJxtg126kYbEANKZhATM5EWNvfzEVIcmAhO6y1KnmlLmktSuPSNi0lOnt8BvSVkOInxa6wtR0EOKbRq948d83o64zhvS8-lcGbAHQBPn/s1600/_MG_1134-27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1.5em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz-tq7ZuDgesqhKIX2ujewLiKd2SSvD3GiLk7EiJxtg126kYbEANKZhATM5EWNvfzEVIcmAhO6y1KnmlLmktSuPSNi0lOnt8BvSVkOInxa6wtR0EOKbRq948d83o64zhvS8-lcGbAHQBPn/s320/_MG_1134-27.jpg" width="320" /></a> </li>
<li>blessings and service from people who have just met me <b style="color: #cfe2f3;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"></span></b>and love me unconditionally</li>
<li>a second family</li>
<li>someone who holds my hand & dries my tears</li>
<li>late night giggle sessions with roommates about hair, reflexes and need I say?? boys</li>
<li>mountains, cuddles with <b><i>warm blankets and good books</i></b>, good news from friends abroad</li>
<li>attempts at mom's homemade goodies</li>
<li>endless lessons, all learned in miraculous ways</li>
<li>a chance to grow beyond the capacities of my own <b style="color: #cfe2f3;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;">imagination</span></b> </li>
</ul>I guess what I'm trying to say is home is simple. <b>Home is</b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd;"> <b>love</b></span></span><b>, no matter the location.</b><i> Love is... </i><b>home.</b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-65050098857511112542011-09-30T09:57:00.000-07:002011-09-30T09:57:24.934-07:00Goodness GraciousToday 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. "<a href="http://goodnessgraciousness.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-things-in-life-are-free.html">The Best Things in Life are Free</a>". 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.<br />
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Here is my version of inspiration this week. I want to write down one thing that happens everyday that is good starting today!<br />
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I get to go to Tucanos Brazilian Grill with some amazing people!!<br />
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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 <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">brightest</span></span> I've seen it maybe since I've been here.<br />
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P.S. There was just a code green in the psych ward. I'm trying not to think too much about that. <br />
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Five candles cause I'm young at heart. 25 was a good birthday! <br />
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Candy is <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">soul food</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">.</span> The Prince of Egypt is really a great way to share a night with friends.<br />
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My blood type is <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">A+</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span>but they have to retest it in the hospital every 72 hours. Just in case it changes? <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Cupcakes</span> are good birthday food. Shout out to <a href="http://thecocoabeancupcakecafe.blogspot.com/">The Cocoa Bean</a>, Nurse Aubrey and Garrett "My Home Teacher". Mmmm good. <br />
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Notes and <span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">small sincere thoughts</span></span> make me happy. I had my first <i>allergic reaction</i> and did not like it! <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Life goes on</span>.</span> Its really fun to sneak around the hospital and watch the<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">sunset</span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span>with great friends.<br />
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The longer you stay in here the more<span style="font-size: x-large;"> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">friends</span></span> you make and I like making friends.<br />
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Nurses like you better when you don't complain or need help going to the bathroom.<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Prayer works</span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;">.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmWUHjQNKzQTZiwH0RqOa0pKi6n2QTKMYASX_EXCY2cOsHMj6v0m6jYx3wrInOgPjU6J0hHeW7jSJliMcG02eh1THKoh7WWl-Nod8SrLPOujciP9XxVyeRsF0xd_qoRSqOIaOgXms6U8M/s1600/imagjes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmWUHjQNKzQTZiwH0RqOa0pKi6n2QTKMYASX_EXCY2cOsHMj6v0m6jYx3wrInOgPjU6J0hHeW7jSJliMcG02eh1THKoh7WWl-Nod8SrLPOujciP9XxVyeRsF0xd_qoRSqOIaOgXms6U8M/s1600/imagjes.jpg" /></a>Chemotherapy drugs make you throw up and lose hair, it isn't a myth. AVOID at all costs! <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">A good book and blanket</span></span></span></span></span> makes any day great.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Flowers</span></span> and <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">hugs</span> are two of my favorite things. It is okay to <i>cry it out</i>, but only if you do it every once in a while. <br />
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Being aware of those around you and trying to <span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">learn</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> from every moment</span></span> isn't always easy, but it is <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">ALWAYS worth it!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Angels</span> </span>will always surround you if you ask. It's okay to squeeze really hard!<br />
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Blood going into your body is COLD and blood coming out is HOT. Your body is<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">A</span>MAZING!</span> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Kindness</span> is never forgotten. Most importantly though is, you are<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">never alone.</span></span> </span></span></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-35381593376803624142011-09-25T14:43:00.001-07:002011-09-26T14:08:42.312-07:00Shingles Go on Houses, Not on People!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.<br />
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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! <br />
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Sorry the post is short and grumpy today. I'm ready to be outta here baby!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-8789047870987163032011-09-18T10:43:00.001-07:002011-09-26T14:33:25.832-07:00Warm Turkey...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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-4945087188518920272011-09-15T07:10:00.000-07:002011-09-15T07:10:49.191-07:00Underpants?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.<br />
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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?<br />
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Although, I must admit, being on a floor where both patients and nurses have <span class="st">moustaches</span> that have outlived me can make for some interesting stories. <br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-39972808762510072702011-09-12T16:54:00.000-07:002011-09-12T16:54:45.526-07:00Movin' on Up!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!<br />
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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...<br />
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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!<br />
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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.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9045887663322830258.post-17228063138085579882011-09-12T08:06:00.001-07:002011-09-12T08:17:12.166-07:00Escapee in the East Wing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9VPR2lOjubP8JgMy_sxJUH15ip90aU4dbvomOP98A-y5KUOlFfEAXmOv8ev4Y7BvpbIQYYHlfFCx6TGZsDaEaV1hMh0Ivqq26xdVRHjnOfxUsfgXPztpD7Pg5bUnRUV6aC2VKVAMU-9Sn/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9VPR2lOjubP8JgMy_sxJUH15ip90aU4dbvomOP98A-y5KUOlFfEAXmOv8ev4Y7BvpbIQYYHlfFCx6TGZsDaEaV1hMh0Ivqq26xdVRHjnOfxUsfgXPztpD7Pg5bUnRUV6aC2VKVAMU-9Sn/s1600/images.jpg" /></a>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.<br />
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</a></div>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.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02975464622795031036noreply@blogger.com0