Well, it's been a week since I've known "real life", as Reggie would say... "this is not real life it's workshop life" and I will insert "hospital life". I came in a pretty sick puppy and am on the mend yet again. I have faith, though, and believe EVERY time I'm here that it's "just a matter of time". Luckily, I have a positive attitude that will ease me in and out of situations such as this one. Although I was quite sick this time when I was admitted, I did say a little prayer in hopes that this would just be routine and I'd be "in and out in no time". A week into it and I think/hope I am on track. There could have been a million and one things to go wrong, but so far it's been the norm. (I have Cystic Fibrosis, for those of you who don't know what in the world I am talking about here....)
I have been on oxygen as my levels were very low upon arrival and, at times after a coughing fit, I felt like I was going to pass out... uh, actually, one time I did, but luckily I was lying down. I call them "brown outs" as they don't last too long and have been coming more and more frequently. I sometimes wonder when I start coughing and am driving if I should pull over 'cause I surely wouldn't want to pass out then.
It's really taken me some time but I've gotten used to spending all day, everyday, by myself in my little private room. I'm in isolation and whomever enters the room has to "gown up, glove up and wear a mask". It's for my protection, but it doesn't lend for a very social time anymore in here. I used to love getting to know the staff and they would love taking their breaks in my room... saying how comfy and cozy I make it and how great it smells... (my coffee maker and perfume/lotion-- I guess. Anything smells better than MOST hospital rooms you enter if you think about it!) I've gotten used to the quiet. It's peaceful. I've learned how to calm that little voice in my head that used to scream "get busy! do something! make a difference! be the best! do more! socialize! accomplish!" I've learned to find little things that keep me calm and relaxed. When I am home, I am always doing something. Some people ask why I don't just do Home Health Care so I can be at home with my honey and puppies... and that answer is for anyone who DOESN'T really know me. I wouldn't get any rest and I would do everything else that entails care during my sickness as well as all the other stuff I normally do.
So, that's it in a nutshell...
I can't wait to get out and feel like a new, invigorated person again. ciao for now!
Glad you checked yourself in, and that you were lying down when you had your "brown out". Prayers for you, Sweetie until you are better and you get your "get out of jail free" card! Much Love to you, Sis!
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