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(Note: most of this post has been written in my hospital room in order to pass the non visiting hours time. Also, there’s no internet here, and it’s either this or watch the All Dawson’s Creek Network, so since I’ve maxed out my Dawson’s Creek Capacity for the next twenty-four hours, I decided to write up a little post, influenced probably by the fact that I’ve had a total of nine hours sleep in the past two days.)
First of all, thank you guys so much for your emails and your comments and all your well-wishes.
danibennett read them to me over the phone last night and it 1. made the time pass more quickly and 2. made me feel less lonely, so I really just wanted to say thanks. Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, it’s time to get into What Happened!
In a few years from now, I’m definitely going to look back on these 48 hours as being really funny, or at least an incredible story. Yay perspective! Right now I’m sleepy and homesick, so hopefully the recounting will be amusing/entertaining, rather than just plain cranky.
On Monday morning at about 5:45 am, I woke up feeling really nauseated. After a moment of lying in bed and staring at the ceiling waiting for it to go away, I finally gave up and hauled ass out of bed to go to the bathroom and sit in front of the toilet bowl and hope it went away there. I sat on the bathroom floor for about a minute before I realized I was sweating really profusely and my fingers and toes had started to tingle. Then I passed out.
When I woke up again, I was still nauseated, and now, I realized, I’d also fainted. Figuring this was probably a more serious problem than just never getting a good night’s sleep for one reason or another, I stood up to go getdanibennett, beg her forgiveness for waking her, and tell her that I was really sick. I must have made it halfway across the kitchen before I passed out again—went down like a lead balloon!—because my dad, who sleeps on the floor below, said he heard a large crash (which he assumed was one of the cats being an idiot, as they so often are) from the kitchen. I don’t actually remember any of walking from the bathroom to where Dani was sleeping; all I remember was standing at the bottom of the loft bed and shaking lamely at the ladder to wake her up. The scene, as Dani recalls it, went something like this:
DANI: What’s going on?
JAIDA: I think I’m really sick.
DANI: What--?
JAIDA: ::BOOM::
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So that's all I've got! I know I've missed some stuff and I'm so sorry: when I've slept, I'm going to read my friends list and reply to things and also respond to all comments and emails.
Now I’m going to take a much needed shower, since I am finally home and without an IV shoved in my arm. Then I am going to sleep, hopefully for hundreds of hours. Much woozy love.
First of all, thank you guys so much for your emails and your comments and all your well-wishes.
danibennett read them to me over the phone last night and it 1. made the time pass more quickly and 2. made me feel less lonely, so I really just wanted to say thanks. Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, it’s time to get into What Happened!In a few years from now, I’m definitely going to look back on these 48 hours as being really funny, or at least an incredible story. Yay perspective! Right now I’m sleepy and homesick, so hopefully the recounting will be amusing/entertaining, rather than just plain cranky.
On Monday morning at about 5:45 am, I woke up feeling really nauseated. After a moment of lying in bed and staring at the ceiling waiting for it to go away, I finally gave up and hauled ass out of bed to go to the bathroom and sit in front of the toilet bowl and hope it went away there. I sat on the bathroom floor for about a minute before I realized I was sweating really profusely and my fingers and toes had started to tingle. Then I passed out.
When I woke up again, I was still nauseated, and now, I realized, I’d also fainted. Figuring this was probably a more serious problem than just never getting a good night’s sleep for one reason or another, I stood up to go get
danibennett, beg her forgiveness for waking her, and tell her that I was really sick. I must have made it halfway across the kitchen before I passed out again—went down like a lead balloon!—because my dad, who sleeps on the floor below, said he heard a large crash (which he assumed was one of the cats being an idiot, as they so often are) from the kitchen. I don’t actually remember any of walking from the bathroom to where Dani was sleeping; all I remember was standing at the bottom of the loft bed and shaking lamely at the ladder to wake her up. The scene, as Dani recalls it, went something like this:DANI: What’s going on?
JAIDA: I think I’m really sick.
DANI: What--?
JAIDA: ::BOOM::
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So that's all I've got! I know I've missed some stuff and I'm so sorry: when I've slept, I'm going to read my friends list and reply to things and also respond to all comments and emails.
Now I’m going to take a much needed shower, since I am finally home and without an IV shoved in my arm. Then I am going to sleep, hopefully for hundreds of hours. Much woozy love.
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