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my last post was a lie. The doc said early this morning he'd send me home monday, though, even if I was on oxygen and the shots.
I really, really want to be home. (If you didn't know, I'm in the hospital right now with Blood clots in both lungs, or Pulmonary embolism) The doc said this morning that my blood is still clotting normally, which means the two blood thinners I'm on now aren't working yet.
I don't want to be sick :( I've got a little girl in the hospital to worry about, I really don't want to be sick with anything(especially anything this serious)but I am, and I'm stuck in a hospital that I don't like. Also, the car is dead which means that I can't see Regina when I get home and we've got bills :(
Petty, stupid things that I've fought with people over don't really matter, you know? Well, not to me. What I really want is to be home with my newborn and complain about being kept up all night by a fussy baby. Instead, I'm complaining that I'm in a different hospital than my daughter, that I'm on oxygen and at risk of a stroke. I can't take care of her like I want to, and I can't be home with my husband who I'm sure needs both of us there with him.
Tomorrow is Monday. I know being at home won't fix anything but it's more comfortable! Anyway, I'll stop whining.
PS. No looking up my condition and the mortality rates! That's too scary to do.
I really, really want to be home. (If you didn't know, I'm in the hospital right now with Blood clots in both lungs, or Pulmonary embolism) The doc said this morning that my blood is still clotting normally, which means the two blood thinners I'm on now aren't working yet.
I don't want to be sick :( I've got a little girl in the hospital to worry about, I really don't want to be sick with anything(especially anything this serious)but I am, and I'm stuck in a hospital that I don't like. Also, the car is dead which means that I can't see Regina when I get home and we've got bills :(
Petty, stupid things that I've fought with people over don't really matter, you know? Well, not to me. What I really want is to be home with my newborn and complain about being kept up all night by a fussy baby. Instead, I'm complaining that I'm in a different hospital than my daughter, that I'm on oxygen and at risk of a stroke. I can't take care of her like I want to, and I can't be home with my husband who I'm sure needs both of us there with him.
Tomorrow is Monday. I know being at home won't fix anything but it's more comfortable! Anyway, I'll stop whining.
PS. No looking up my condition and the mortality rates! That's too scary to do.