Hidey Ho Bitches,
I'm baaaaack. Today has sucked for the most part. I was supposed to go to the psychologist this afternoon, but never made it. Why you ask? I'll tell you why. It' all started when...
*cue random flashback sequence movie effects*
I woke up around 11:30 or so this morning. Mom had made some muffins (blueberry) so I quickly jumped up and made my way to the kitchen to feed my face. I didn't even pause long enough to relieve my bladder. Food was more important.
After eating two muffins, I was still hungry, so I figured that a third one wouldn't hurt. So, I downed a third muffin. And yet, STILL my greedy ass wanted yet ANOTHER muffin. I sat on the couch, staring at my empty plate for the longest time, contemplating whether or not to eat a fourth one. After waging an war between logic and my ever increasing gluttony, I opted to yield to my "inner fatass" and voraciously consumed the FOURTH muffin.
Needless to say, 30 minutes later, I was having the most hellacious stomach cramps. AGAIN. For the 2nd day in a row. My therapy appointment was for 3:00 pm. But when the time to get ready rolled around, I was in the bathroom and in too much hell to go.
Moving on, yesterday was support group. Mom and I went early and had dinner with Vik and her family at Bob Evans resturaunt. It was nice. Although I couldn't really eat much of my food due to my stomach being upset. It started hurting before we left for Chapel Hill and didn't stop hurting until after dinner. But, I took a new pic of Garran. I'll post it here.
Then we went to the hospital for the support group tour of the Cardiothoracic ICU and step down units that I will be staying in post transplant. It was pretty interesting. They took us into one of the empty private rooms in the ICU and the nurse talked to us about what to expect while we are there, etc. I was surprised how much smaller the ventilator machine looks now, from when I was on one back in 93.
I met some new people who are waiting for lungs also. One was a little girl who came from Duke hospital. Another was this older lady who was really nice. Her name is Geraldine. She also came from Duke. Duke completely screwed her over and sent her to UNC. I'm starting to realized that although I'm a huge Duke basketball fan...I am really blessed to be on UNC's transplant list, instead of Dukes. And I'd not want to be listed anywhere else!
Anyways, I'll holler at y'all later. Check out the pics!
Garran, looking healthy and happy after his transplant!
Leroy (my friend Nate's dog) giving me kisses!
I'm baaaaack. Today has sucked for the most part. I was supposed to go to the psychologist this afternoon, but never made it. Why you ask? I'll tell you why. It' all started when...
*cue random flashback sequence movie effects*
I woke up around 11:30 or so this morning. Mom had made some muffins (blueberry) so I quickly jumped up and made my way to the kitchen to feed my face. I didn't even pause long enough to relieve my bladder. Food was more important.
After eating two muffins, I was still hungry, so I figured that a third one wouldn't hurt. So, I downed a third muffin. And yet, STILL my greedy ass wanted yet ANOTHER muffin. I sat on the couch, staring at my empty plate for the longest time, contemplating whether or not to eat a fourth one. After waging an war between logic and my ever increasing gluttony, I opted to yield to my "inner fatass" and voraciously consumed the FOURTH muffin.
Needless to say, 30 minutes later, I was having the most hellacious stomach cramps. AGAIN. For the 2nd day in a row. My therapy appointment was for 3:00 pm. But when the time to get ready rolled around, I was in the bathroom and in too much hell to go.
Moving on, yesterday was support group. Mom and I went early and had dinner with Vik and her family at Bob Evans resturaunt. It was nice. Although I couldn't really eat much of my food due to my stomach being upset. It started hurting before we left for Chapel Hill and didn't stop hurting until after dinner. But, I took a new pic of Garran. I'll post it here.
Then we went to the hospital for the support group tour of the Cardiothoracic ICU and step down units that I will be staying in post transplant. It was pretty interesting. They took us into one of the empty private rooms in the ICU and the nurse talked to us about what to expect while we are there, etc. I was surprised how much smaller the ventilator machine looks now, from when I was on one back in 93.
I met some new people who are waiting for lungs also. One was a little girl who came from Duke hospital. Another was this older lady who was really nice. Her name is Geraldine. She also came from Duke. Duke completely screwed her over and sent her to UNC. I'm starting to realized that although I'm a huge Duke basketball fan...I am really blessed to be on UNC's transplant list, instead of Dukes. And I'd not want to be listed anywhere else!
Anyways, I'll holler at y'all later. Check out the pics!
Garran, looking healthy and happy after his transplant!
Leroy (my friend Nate's dog) giving me kisses!
1 comment:
It was great seeing you Wednesday. Sorry you werent feeling well. Garran was very happy to see you again. Even if he was having a temper tantrum cause he couldnt sit next to you. see you in another few weeks!
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