Well, just when you think things are swinging along, life throws you a curve ball. This past week was a whopper. I am writing from Riverside Hospital, where I have been since, oh, about 8:00 a.m. Tuesday morning, when the Life Flight helicopter from our hometown hospital, where I had been since 2:00 a.m., touched down on the concrete pad.
Ending first: I am doing fine, I will probably (I hope) be discharged tomorrow. What landed me here may have been a thread of what hit me so hard in 2023; my doctors are still scratching their heads. But it is what it is.
So I have no gardening news.
But I have great culinary shots of hospital food over the course of the week. When I first arrived, I was on a clear liquid diet only:
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Then they advanced me to regular diet, but I was so out of the habit of eating that I just stared at what I ordered and nibbled around it:
This morning, however, I hit my stride. Bacon, blueberry muffin: life is good!
This whole episode reminded me of what I learned so hard a few years ago: how fragile and beautiful life is. I would be lying if I said that I just sailed through this. There was more than one night that had me staring out the window at downtown Columbus, thinking of my family, my friends, my garden, and my dear husband:
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I am ready to return home and get back to my daily life. There is a garden to tend to and a life to be lived. But for now, I just put in my lunch order...let's see how the grilled cheese sandwich is!
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I am writing this on my Chromebook, not my Mac. Scratching my head at the formatting changes. Ehhhhh.
April, bless your heart! I hope that you will be back home tomorrow. The food doesn't look too bad for hospital food, I have seen pretty bad food at hospitals here in Montreal and I am sure this is the same pretty much everywhere else. Fruit, yogurt, bacon, yum! :) Thank you for sharing this and you will be in my thoughts!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Linda. They are trying to get me sprung today if they can get a blood sample that "works." And yes, breakfast was DELICIOUS!!!
DeleteOh, dear. I hope whatever laid you low is resolved soon, and you're back home doing what you love.
ReplyDeleteLaurie, I got home about 8 p.m. last night. I am feeling fragile and exhausted and GRATEFUL for my life, my dear Warren, and my family and friends. It might be a bit of time before I am doing much of what I love, but I will get there. Thank you for your kind thoughts, my friend.
DeleteI'm sorry, April. Sending hugs and hopes you're back to that garden soon.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sam: the hugs and hope are much appreciated. The garden is waving at me; I have a feeling it might be a few days before I venture that way. Stay tuned
DeleteOh dear, I am so sorry you are going through this. Wish I was close enough to bring you a meal, or better yet make you laugh.
ReplyDeleteAwwww, Kim, huge hugs. Yes, the laughter would be great! I am better, I am slowly regaining some ground, and...yeah. Thinking of you; glad to see you "resurfaced" on your blog!
DeleteWow, what in the world happened?? a week in the hospital is nothing to overlook. It wasnt myeloma so another inderlying issue. Dont share if not comfortable. Sending good healing thoughts your way.
ReplyDeleteChris, I just saw this note today (I'm a tad behind). What everyone thinks may have happened was related to the pancreatitis mess of 2023, which landed me in the hospital following a very routine endoscopic exam. The thought is that my pancreas, which got pretty beat up, developed a small surface bleed, which is what got me the one way ticket on Life Flight to a bigger hospital. The issue once I got there (the bleed was over) was getting me stable, especially my hgb. I see my longtime oncologist this coming Monday, my brilliant surgeon the following week, and...yeah. Who knows?
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