Oy, they did send her home! Roberta, I hope you have everything at home
and please don't hesitate to employ Thomas or Jo Nation if you need something.
Is there a nurse coming in helping you?
GREAT to see you back home, Roberta!
Thomas, take that woman some Oreos.
And not just one little package, either. She deserves a carton!
Happy you're home. Hoping they kept you as long as they needed to. Phew! Is Sheila still around?
I lost another big long message!!! Where are they? I'm fairly certain I clicked on reply.
I mentioned in one message that I passed and aced a cognitive test. Where the hell is the message? If anyone finds one, please let me know.
I figure that sometimes I've replied in some abstruse thread of small interest to me.. off in space. And sometimes it turned out that I did reply in those places, instead of my intended thread post.
For now, save your posts, however you can do that on your computer.
Also, see if you can check your HISTORY or just click back and back and back to your post.
(We have different browsers, history is a possibility with mine).
I'm going to try again. I was in the ICU. A wonderful place, private rooms, lots of nurses, doctors twice a day. I received excellent care. I had one bad day. Yesterday. My head hurt. Otherwise, not so bad.
I look like Frankenstein's monster. A giant scar right in the front.
I'll be receiving a discounted shower seat manana. A visiting home nurse will show up on Tuesday. (From a charity.)
I'm ok. If I need something, I ain't shy. I'll let you know.
Sheila printed out and brought me your responses. They made me smile. You guys is da best.
It feels good to be home even if home is a dump.
She's home!!!!!!!!
How in hell ARE you???!!!
Kvetch and reassure us!!!
It's good to see you and so soon, too! I hope your head has stopped hurting. Now go have a lie down. You just got home so don't try to do too much.
Welcome home, 'Boita. As dlowan has already suggested, kvetch! It'll make you feel better. Trust me. I know.
Boida, you're home!
ok, you know that already.
Call the lads, let them pamper you a bit.
Love ya bunches.
My head doesn't hurt. It hurts only when I cough. The stitces are very TIGHT. That hurts. My eyes are sore and puffy. Like I was beat up. I accused the doctor of punching me out. He assured me he didn't. Just a swollen face. They checked my eyes several times a day. They're working fine. (This was a major fear of mine.)
Not too tired. I've been lying around all day. What kind of meshugina clock do they follow in that place? Breakfast at 7 a.m. Lunch at 11:30. Dinner at 5:30. I'm usually not up at such ungodly hours unless I haven't been to sleep yet.
It was hard to sleep being connected to many things that grabbed me. PB thingie on my arm. Two leg ciruculation thingies on my legs. A heart monitor (no grabbing). Getting in and out of bed was a wrestling match. Very confining. I figured out all the intricacies of the thingies and did and undid myself a lot. Went for walks. Went to the bathroom. Flowing water was a treat. It was also the only place on the floor that had a mirror. Oh, the horror.
I apologize if I repeat myself. Still wondering about the two lost messages. I got chummy with a chaplain. Who moi? Yeah, moi. She liked my spirituality. My love of nature and animals. I also made her laugh.
Cheryl (Sheila's daughter who came to pick me up) was amazed that I was cracking jokes. What the hell else am I gonna do? She says I've been making her laugh since she was a baby. It's true. I've spent every Christmas with Sheila and her family since the 1970s. Wonderful people.
I'm not dizzy or fuzzy-headed. Just not quite right yet. But I'm okish, I think.
Write this down. (I told this to Cheryl): Don't have your brain operated on. It's not a painful as other surgeries, but it's scarier.
I asked the group of doctors this morning if any of them was old enough to vote. A bunch of pishers. They all raised their hands. A likely story.
I love you.
Okay, enough of that. I liked your last post. I have no idea where the others went.
You are a character, you know that? Galgenhumor (gallows humor) is
what we call that in the old country. Rest up now and go to bed. We'll be
here in the morning too - no need to exhaust yourself now, Roberta.
how's the appetite today? almost time for a breakfast toast?
<biggrin>
I am reassured. I hope someone visits you before the nurse gets there Tuesday.
Okay, a mini-kvetch. That'll do for now. Go rest!!!
