Greetings from Hospital Hell. They ran over my charger with the bed and there is little wifi so I have hoped to come and bring you some night shine. Or is that moonshine.
I am really sick. Not a little. I am not happy that I am this sick, which does not make Zuri a pleasant person to be around. Today was my 28 th wedding anniversary which I spent with the TV! But the best part was and I hope this will make you smile, I pissed off a bunch of nurses and a doctor who stood on policy and not practicality. I let these people have it as I pointed out that the lack of communication between what patients take at home and the continuation of those meds in the hospital caused withdrawal, confusion and affected me too.
Well, one of the nurses actually counted my f bombs. One brought a physician an in to try and reason with me. Well, let's just say that did not work. He had the audacity to tell me NO ONE HAD EVER QUESTIONED THIS POLICY. For those of you who know me, my answer was probably apparent. Well, I got my way, and hopefully others won't have to suffer by going into withdrawal because of stupidity.
I can't breathe, but I sure was yelling. Lungs are a mess. They did the cardiac 3D Echo to see what happened. I had been told there was no whited out parts of my lungs by the tech and he lied. I do. This is not good.
I just want you all to know how much I deeply care and love each of you if something goes bad. No melodrama here. Just fact. You have made my life so much richer, kinder, more wonderful, fuller and I have grown from every interaction. This recovery is going to take a while. My immune system is shot to begin with so a virus just took hold and got me good. I haven't slept well in nights so my look is interesting... But hey, they have the best stress incontinence pads here on the face of the planet. Bright side. Always. I love you.