Well we headed home. We got maybe 15 miles and I had to stop. I was so ill. I pretty much knew at this point that the hospital was where I was headed. Itried driving a little further but could not driving anymore. My mom had to take over. I called my hubby telling him to get to the hospital because I was headed there. When I got to the hospital they took me straight into triage. Miracle beyond miracle. I was on the gurney and had to laydown because of the pain. The nurse asked me the level of my pain and I told her it was the worst pain I had ever felt. She assured me that I would receive medicine when they had a bed for me. The next thing I remember was waking up and seeing my husband and his telling me they were moving me to ICU because they couldn't control my breathing or my blood pressure. And that according to Scotty was April 5.
Fast forward to April 28 and my Mom is telling me Grandpa has died. I remember bits and pieces but longer memories didn't start until then. Some of the memories I had are just little snip its. Most are hallucinations and very silly indeed.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Friday, February 29, 2008
Somedays............
Some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed. My day for that was April 4, 2007. The day started pretty normally. I got my children out of bed and got them off to school. And then I was off to visit my 98 year old Grandpa who was is the hospital in St. Helena, California. I set off that day like any other having no idea what was in store for me.
I had been sick for a while with an incarcerated hernia. And I was working hard to lose weight to make the inevitable surgery easier. I had lost 100 pounds at that point, doing surprisingly well. After having a nice morning visiting Grandpa, my Mom and I decided to eat our lunch while he ate his. We retired to the cafeteria to eat lunch. Keeping to my good habits I had a green salad and water for lunch. We returned to visit Grandpa again after lunch and about an hour after eating I began to worry that maybe I had eaten something that didn't agree with me.
My mom and I decided that maybe it was time to leave and head home because I felt so ill.
I had been sick for a while with an incarcerated hernia. And I was working hard to lose weight to make the inevitable surgery easier. I had lost 100 pounds at that point, doing surprisingly well. After having a nice morning visiting Grandpa, my Mom and I decided to eat our lunch while he ate his. We retired to the cafeteria to eat lunch. Keeping to my good habits I had a green salad and water for lunch. We returned to visit Grandpa again after lunch and about an hour after eating I began to worry that maybe I had eaten something that didn't agree with me.
My mom and I decided that maybe it was time to leave and head home because I felt so ill.
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