I love One flew Over the Cooko's Nest, Grey's Anatomy and it's new spinoff..but I hate being in the hospital. I wasn't near the nurse's station though. I think that makes a huge difference....than and the lack of any type of McSteamy or McHotties..
As my beagle calls it..Mommy went to the hopsical. Monday I was feeling really bad and Honey called to say good morning and asked if I was ok, I told him what was going on and he said sit tight I'm coming home. He then called my SIL who lives a few blocks away and my mom, so all three were rushing to get here. SIL got here and took one look at me and said lets go.. my response NO! I'm fine, I hate the "hopsical". No TTQ, you aren't..so off to the emergency room, yuck. It's been three years since I had to go to the emergency room. Dr's , yes, hospitals for tests, yes..emergency rooms I had managed to avoid after three years. This complication came on so fast I didn't know what the hell was going on. So, that's where I've been..I got out yesterday, which is good because my roomate was horrible. I'm glad to be home..I'm still groggy and confused but doing 10 times better. Honey took the week off to help and visit, so that is good. He's learning that a stay at home wife isn't all fun and games. The laundry is backing up, our office is a mess, and he has to go the grocery store everyday because he keeps forgetting stuff. He also has to help me take my medicines because I take so much of it and my memory is a mess and will be until this clears up. I get frustrated when I can't remember how to do something on my own. One day was so bad,I didn't know my own phone number, and couldn't figure out how to use a phone. When they asked me how old I was I said they wrong age. How many fingers held up? Got that wrong. And if you didn't know this isn't 1997 or 2008 which were my answers. My husband asked how old he was I told him 34. Very frustrating, so I broke down in tears, just as the nurse was coming in..she decided to give me a tranquilizer..to be continued...
As my beagle calls it..Mommy went to the hopsical. Monday I was feeling really bad and Honey called to say good morning and asked if I was ok, I told him what was going on and he said sit tight I'm coming home. He then called my SIL who lives a few blocks away and my mom, so all three were rushing to get here. SIL got here and took one look at me and said lets go.. my response NO! I'm fine, I hate the "hopsical". No TTQ, you aren't..so off to the emergency room, yuck. It's been three years since I had to go to the emergency room. Dr's , yes, hospitals for tests, yes..emergency rooms I had managed to avoid after three years. This complication came on so fast I didn't know what the hell was going on. So, that's where I've been..I got out yesterday, which is good because my roomate was horrible. I'm glad to be home..I'm still groggy and confused but doing 10 times better. Honey took the week off to help and visit, so that is good. He's learning that a stay at home wife isn't all fun and games. The laundry is backing up, our office is a mess, and he has to go the grocery store everyday because he keeps forgetting stuff. He also has to help me take my medicines because I take so much of it and my memory is a mess and will be until this clears up. I get frustrated when I can't remember how to do something on my own. One day was so bad,I didn't know my own phone number, and couldn't figure out how to use a phone. When they asked me how old I was I said they wrong age. How many fingers held up? Got that wrong. And if you didn't know this isn't 1997 or 2008 which were my answers. My husband asked how old he was I told him 34. Very frustrating, so I broke down in tears, just as the nurse was coming in..she decided to give me a tranquilizer..to be continued...
3 comments:
I'm glad you are home again. That's great that hubby is there to take care of you!
Girlie! I was wondering where you were. I missed you! I hope you're doing OK. Take it easy, OK?
Wow, you've had a rough few days. I hope you get better rapidly. All the drugs are crazy-making.
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