So, where did I leave off? Oh yeah, probably the worst place I possibly could have, and then I disappeared and didn't write anything for a week and a half. Sorry about that.
My brother sent me these pictures (taken by my dad shortly before I was sent away in the ambulance) and I wanted to post them so that 1) you could all bear witness to the fact that I waited way too long between dye jobs (look at those roots!) and 2) so you could see for yourself how fantastic my family is.
Since Adam was about two hours away and several miles underground at work, both my brother Tommy and my dad were with me in the ER that night. They took turns wrapping me in blankets, getting me water and rubbing my back which provided some relief from the pain. Tommy stayed with me right up until I was wheeled out of the hospital and then he, my dad and Adam all drove up behind the ambulance. The men that I have in my life? Fantastic, I tell you! They really don't get any better.
|You can read more about the ER visit here|
The days following that ambulance ride were some of the worst of my life. I was sleep deprived, in a terrible amount of pain and absolutely terrified. I was being well taken care of and I know I must have been on some good drugs because there's a solid week that is just a blur in my memory, but apparently I was in pretty bad shape.
Visitors were in and out of my room, some that I don't remember seeing at all. I have a collection of saved voicemails, facebook messages and entire text conversations that I have no clear recollection of sending/receiving. Adam and my cousin Niki laugh about how I'd be sitting up in bed having a conversation when all of a sudden they'd look over and I'd be sound asleep, still sitting upright. I actually fell asleep while I was going pee one day (fortunately Adam was right there to wake me up/make sure I didn't fall off the toilet and crack my head open) and apparently I thought it was hilarious enough to re-tell that story multiple times a day... several days in a row. Again, I blame the drugs.
Ultimately the potential benefits outweighed the risks and my port was pulled. Fortunately the surgery was a total success and everything went as well as it possibly could have.
After several days of being in the hospital (receiving more medications and being hooked up to more monitors than I thought was possible) things finally started looking up. I remember thinking one day, "I can actually feel myself getting better today!"
My brother Jason drove up from San Diego and stayed with me the night of the port removal, and then again the night after that. It was great to see him and actually get to spend some time with him, though the circumstances definitely could have been better. He was around to witness some of the worst and most painful moments for me, which probably wasn't easy for him, but he was also the one who got to witness my most drugged-up moments which will provide entertainment for years to come, I'm sure. ("Did you eat a good candy?") Jason, if you're reading this I want you to know how much it means to me that you were there. I'm lucky to have you and I love you so, so much! Thanks, Big Brother.
|This is probably the WORST picture ever taken of me, but it was a|
momentous occasion -- I finally had an appetite and needed some
hash browns! Also, this was about five days into my stay and
it was the first time I'd ventured out of my room.
Treatment for blood clots, as one might assume, is blood thinners. I could (and probably will) write an entire blog post about my experiences so far, but for now let's just say that blood thinners are going to make the next few months very interesting.
|These were taken when I was feeling quite a bit better.|
Adam drove up after a graveyard shift one morning so Morgan
and I spent the afternoon doing crafts while he took a nap.