Minds racing
Lots of thoughts going through my head of how to make this house even more into a home and it occurred to me. We need a coffee table and couch table.
Imma make someone build it for me from the drawings I just got out of bed to draw to scale.
Heather has a huge project too…make me a patio by next month. Don’t know if it will happen but I can hope. Just the very idea of it makes me happy, something I haven’t felt in a while from being so sick.
Ooo I ate solid food today and dint get sock, pain yes but I kept it all down. Finally a step in the right direction!!!
Photo taken at 2am because it is just getting worse with each hour and can’t sleep because of the pain
Sorry for blur. Over 17 picks on this hand, fingers, knuckles, between fingers and knuckles and along for arms
The Nurse tried to tell me they poke and poke every time they need blood. She would believe me that each poke was to try and get in my IV.
I don’t have rolling veins, I have small veins, veins that need a IV speciali9st to work with. But this Dr tried 29 times and even used a special light so she could see where the veins were.
On top of it, thjey didn’t use a pic, so everytime they wanted blood she would have to start all over again.
I didn’t know that after 3 pokes I could tell them top stop, and then this bitch of as nurse told me there were other patients that were more important than me. Yet since I didn’;t have anyoinr in the ER with me, they kept sending someone every 5 minutes to wake me so I couldn’t fall asleep, and slip “intro a coma’
I had been throwing up for over 25 hours and when I first got to the ER they let me lay there for 4 hours before even coming to ask my name and what was wrong.
Furthermore I was terrified to be alone and they forced my father to leave and wouldn’t even speak to him as he stood in the room with me. I was so hysterical and afraid to be there thus I got up, ripped the IV out of my arm, signed the leaving against MA with a huge thing that said under protest and after almost being kicked out of the hospital by police was able to leave,
I had bveen lay8inhg in vomit for 16 hours and no one offereed to help with a robe or to help me get out of the bed when I threw up all over myself.
If you are ever given the opportunity to go to Methodist Hospital in Brooklyn, I implore of you, go somewhere else/
And the sad thin g, is we still don’t know why I was and am still ill. and plan on suing the bazooples out of the hospital.
Each small red dot or bruise is from another needle pick the Dr did to try and IV me…I passed out getting to #29 and these pics dont show the hola on my fingers, or other spots,
Imma pretend I’m in Florida and then take this weather back with me to Rochester!
