I'm back in the hospital doing fine.
I was admitted friday after hearing the election news, no Paul Hodes :(.
I just couldn't take it........
Or I may have spiked a fever (101.5) and got to the ER muttering inconherant jibberish from septicemia.
I'm pretty sure that's what actually got me admitted and not Hodes' defeat.
I have an infection that made me go septic. I'd been having hot flashes and cold chills all with sweats and goosebumps all week.
I'd been throwing up off and on.
I kept muttering and saying incoherent sentences that made perfect sense to me since they were cross over sentences from my dreams. And I did that for a couple days. I had trouble differentiating between my dream and reality.
I asked my mom where Carter's locker was even though carter is too young for a locker. On an other occasion I've held a doc's hjand, looked deep into his eyes and told him I was glad he had a parking spot. This was only a few min. After I saw my 86yo memere climbing the walls.
Whooops. That's serious.
But now, today, I'm good. I'm sitting up. I'm eating. I may be getting out tomorrow,
Baldies' Blog began originally in the UK by a 26 year old journalist with a blood cancer on a mission to inform the world about bone marrow donation.
He has since died, and I took on the cause of making cancer care more transparent for everybody.
Cancer is a disease that will touch everybody through diagnosis or affiliation: 1 in 2 men will be diagnosed and 1 in 3 woman will hear those words, "You Have Cancer."
I invite you to read how I feel along my journey and
how I am continuing to live a full life alongside my Hodgkin's lymphoma, with me controlling my cancer, not my cancer controlling me.
I hope that "Baldies' Blog" will prepare you to handle whatever life sends you, but especially if it's the message, "You Have Cancer."
3 comments:
I hope you get out soon and feel better! All the meds really scramble heads sometimes! I remember feeling like I was a bowl of corn chowder while on a morphine drip. Stay strong! Be fierce like that white tiger!
I'm not going to lie. The parking spot one was funny and not nearly as embarrassing as it could have been. I once told an anesthesiologist that he was really, really, really, really cute.
Hang in there, Hil.
It is good to know when you are talking nonsense...I think. You hang in there Hilary there are so many out here sending love and good vibes.
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