Then, they told me I could go home

Well, folks, it's been an interesting few days.

I've been kicking Physical Therapy's booty and I've been doing really well. I am getting stronger every day and my therapists are all very pleased with where I am. SO pleased, in fact, that they told the doctors that they were ok with me going home and just doing my own therapy sessions at home so I am going home tomorrow (Wednesday) April 13th! We are quite pleased about this!

I can't imagine how people deal with being in the hospital for long periods of time. I have been in here for 10 days, I've been poked, prodded, questioned, moved, shimmied, lifted, cut open, injected, fed, trained...the list goes on....and I am so tired of it all already. I hear about these people who have been here since early March, and of course there are people who stay in hospitals much longer, and I am just amazed. Kudos to those people, I think I had it rough but they're the ones who really have it bad.

I also need to give acknowledgment to my friends and family. I would be an absolute wreck if it weren't for my friends and family who have loved me and supported me through this. There's a woman on my floor whose family lives far enough away that they can't come see her, but they also didn't send her any flowers or cards or anything. Her story goes that she was at home and someone tried to break in her house, so she fled and went to a shelter the next day. That night her apartment was indeed broken in to, but luckily she had already gone. Sadly, she ended up having a stroke and she needed to come to the hospital for care--she couldn't speak for some time, her right arm lost all feeling, and the right side of her face drooped, as is common with strokes. Now, she can talk ok and her arm has regained most feeling but she still needs a lot of therapy, she's in her 40s I believe. But, she has nobody here to come see her and send her love, so Sunday when it was nice out my mom, stepdad and I were going outside and we brought her along with us, and the following day my mom gave her some flowers. It's little things like this that we, as people, need to really appreciate. Appreciate the small acts of kindness, give them as much as you can, and make sure that you love people and that you thank the people that love you.


So, thank you, to all of you that love me. All of you who have been here for me showering me with your kindnesses, the cards, the emails, the Facebook posts, the flowers, the texts, the phone calls--nothing has gone unnoticed and unappreciated. I say this a lot, but, I really mean it when I do--I am a lucky, lucky girl.

Today I also received my wheelchair and my walker to take home with me tomorrow! Tomorrow morning I will go down to physical therapy and they will make sure that everything is good to go and that they brought me the right stuff and then I think I'll be able to leave!

I also had a nursing student hanging out with me all morning and she has to write up a report/paper type thing on me and I wanted to be like "Send me a copy!". She also asked if I thought I was going to have psychological trauma problems when I left the hospital,( i.e. nightmares, fears of getting in a car, etc). I told her I wasn't sure 100% yet, but that I would probably be nervous driving at night for awhile, but luckily (I guess) I won't be out at night much for awhile anyways.

Ok folks, that's all I've got the energy for tonight. Stay tuned for more!

B

P.S--I did see my x-rays the other day: intense!! I have a titanium plate in my pelvis and a string of metal and screws that kind of looks like a bicycle chain with screws sticking out of it. I don't know how it all works together but, hey, point is, it does!