It's day #6 in the hospital and things are going well. When I arrived I was short of breath & required oxygen for short walks. I could only talk in brief sentences and was having difficulty swallowing. My stomach symptoms were also re-surfacing.
Today, however, my breathing is much easier. I am no longer using oxygen on my walks. I am tolerating my cocktail of IV antibiotics well; and, my stomach symptoms are easily controlled with medication intervention. As compared to two months ago, this is a gross improvement. Yeahhh!!!
My doctor reminded us that it is normal to have a return of stomach symptoms any time I am sick. That was such a relief to hear.
My best friend & her family came to visit on Sunday. I was told on the way here that her daughter kept saying she was 'going to visit Auntie at The Impossible'! I couldn't have said it better myself! So funny. How did this sweet, innocent young girl know that hospital stays often seem like exactly that. Impossible. LOL.
Several times this past year it has felt impossible to endure another diagnosis, to pencil in to our lives yet another hospital stay, explain my health history for the umptinth time or to even have to look at the walls of this hospital again.
I laughed out loud when Jamie first told me. I even agreed. Quickly, however, I realized that this being in the hospital business doesn't actually feel impossible at all. As cheesy as this is going to sound, there is truly only one reason that all of these hospital stays are not impossible: our friends and family. Period. We love you all so much.
From my bed at 'The Impossible',
Goodnight & I love you,