That's a song echoing through my head right now even though I'm trying to distract my mind from it. Makes me think of Aba, Carl, Erica, and a few others I've no need to mention.
I'm taking a break from eating because my IBS is attacking in full force right now. Why can't I have super smart worms inhabiting my body?
Melissa called me tonight and we had a nice long discussion. I just used a batch of the warmed disposable cloths and changed my hospital togs to fresh ones so after that and my PTR where I ended up doing a smaller amount of stairs and my talk with my therapist and then with my chaplain (yes, atheists can discuss things with chaplains quite happily if they're the type who have no prejudice regarding faiths or not as the case may be) and basically I had a very full day and evening and I want to go home but tomorrow is (was) wishful thinking.
I want to go home but I'm not going to push myself or else I'll end up back here far sooner than I want. I'm hurting as it is.
"Clue" playing on my background laptop to keep me company. I've got some chocolate pudding waiting for me and I luckily had Will bring my reading glasses so I can see whilst typing this. Not always very easy for me. I'm feeling incredibly tired.
"The 'Lounge'!" and then gunfire. I'd move back to Long Beach (I think) if I could. Okay. Pudding and "Clue" time. More later.
I'm posting where to send cards on my Facebook and LJ pages behind their "walls". Also, local friends are incredibly welcome to come visit and perhaps watch a movie with me - the bed is very very small, but I have two chairs AND a wheelchair in my room for hanging out easability. I think I just made a new word up.
Very large sweaters are welcome as lender items...I don't want anybody to buy me anything for my birthday or my hospital stay. BUT I don't mind borrowing things that are comfy and will help me feel cuddled and warm and safe whilst at this PTR.
The pictures are from Melissa's visit with my sweetlings yesterday (Thursday). The pain in my tummy and in my back are both pretty high in the scale. I had a very odd talk with the resident doctor about one hour ago...but that's more behind walls stuff.
This keeps happening and I'm so in need of my babies right now. Having all of these illnesses rolling on top of one another and not having the love and care to help sustain me at times like these just seems to make it feel even worse.
The red rash on the inside crease of my elbow appears to have been a fungal infection of the candida variety. At least it got caught in time so that though I've a few "dents" in my skin, most of it has cleared up. That's not shockingly upsetting since it's merely more physical evidence of how sick my body is as a whole.
There's a million things more but I'm far too sick to try and continue. Suffice to say that if you know me and know how and where to find me, please do. I'm in deep need of help. Emotional especially. My teeth are about to fall out of my head and I can barely handle sitting up and I seriously keep thinking I've reached the end of my proverbial rope only to find out that there's a little bit further I can fall.
About to overtly beg for visitors but there's very little reason to. Off to try for exhausted or maybe exhausting distraction. Need to call home and ask Will to bring a few things anyway...