Day 177. Still in the hospital today. Do I feel better? No. How do I feel on a scale 1-10? That is the question I get asked every time the nurse or doctor comes in my room with their masked faces and gloved hands. 20 - 30 times a day. I finally figure out that if I say 7 or 8 I get more pain medication than if I say 4 or 5. Do I want Norco or Morphine? You are asking me? Morphine of course. Who cares if I makes me feel upset to my stomach? Knock me out and make this pain go away!
I am overwhelmed by the outpouring of concern from family and friends. I had no idea so many people cared. I used to say that if I died I would be surprised if 10 people showed up. No longer feel that way. My clients are texting me daily to see how I am not to pressure me to work. My family members are offering to fly out. My friends are asking how they can help. My friend H came to visit and put on the mask and gloves. I could only have him stay for 15 min before I fell asleep.
I can't eat. I order food and then can't eat it. I just take a few bites.
Until tomorrow...
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