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Yesterday I went to the hospital, after passing out on my bathroom floor. I supposedly have the stomach flu, but I think it goes much deeper. Anyways, it took my mom, and my sister to pick me up and drag me to my moms car. She drove us to the hospital, and we had to wait for about 45 min. I, of course, had no energy, so all I could do was stare at the floor. And it just gets better after we get to see a docter. There was like five nurses, and a docter, all of which had asked my the same questions over and over again. Then came the I.V. I asked them which arm, they chose the right arm, and stuck it up somewhere by my elbow. They were suprised when I didn't even flinch when the needle went in. I explained about my past hospital journeys, and how much i'm use to needles, and tubes. Well...then they left and My mom, sister, and I watched desperate house wifes. Yes thats how late it was. They waited till the whole I.V. bag was drained before they took it out. They told me to get plenty of sleep, more then normal. And drink a gallon, or more, of either water, or juice.
Well...now for the old hospital memories. When I was younger I went to get as tonselectumie. (i probably won't spell any of these right) the tonselectumie didn't go properly and after about five minutes of me not breathing, and nothing working or pumping, they cut me for a trake. So now I had a trakieottomie and on top of that several sergeries a week, like four sergeries a week. Plus the chest tubes, and stiches, and cuts, and holes, and then came the move. They had to move me from Baydead (A.K.A Baymed) to covenant. And there is were I actually made progress! I stopped colapsing after they found all the fluids in my lungs, which Baydead had cut open, unessecarilly I might add. And well...more surgeries...and that pretty much tells about my three months in a hospital. Oh and thats were my nightmares first started!
 shans · Mon Nov 06, 2006 @ 03:55pm · 0 Comments |
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