Ugh bonny, what an awful experience. So glad you are home. Sending you much recovery~ma.
'Hell Bound'
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Hey, an IV shunt ain't so bad if it keeps you around! :)
Boundaries FTW
Amen.
I had a friend who was willing to have me come over and spew and cry and drama, and that was good. She split a bottle of wine with me and I ate a lot of cookies, and I feel better, even if nothing is settled. She encouraged me to come to an Al-anon meeting with her. I might.
Good luck, meara. My therapist has been (gently) encouraging me to check out an Al-Anon meeting too, but I haven't found the spoons for it yet. I also need to find a prescribing psychiatrist.
Bonny! What a relief to see your pixels and I'm so sorry you've been going through this. Much love and healing thoughts to you.
I don't even know what to do about it.
Attorney.
Bonny, so glad you're home. Sorry you had to go through all that, but that Buffistas had your back.
I like Ginger's idea for certain.
Bonny - I was a person on the phone ... we had a non working cell # for you and a room number but no hospital, so I did searchy stuff and talked to some hospital switchboards and after a few mistrys, there you were! I'm glad I got to talk to you before the smarter buffistas took over. Sending all the love from Philly.
Ginger FTW.
Glad to hear Bonny's back home and doing as well as can be expected. Sorry to hear about the unnecessary hospital stay ... but glad to hear about good drugs ... and sorry to hear about the bad drugs.
Bonny, you have my phone number - feel free to call if you need anything. I plan to return the charger I found, since I assume you have one at home (unless you want a spare for emergencies).
My day started off with one of those horrendous public transit sagas, complete with Stupid!People (really - if you're going to carry a backpack the size of a four-year-old child, could you maybe stand AWAY from the door?). And I chipped my manicure. sigh
bonny I'm glad to hear you are out of the hospital and feeling better. I know how draining IV antibiotics can be, and my only experience was at home, not dealing with a constant barrage of doctors and nurses.
Sox! Of course. I'm so sorry I didn't mention your detective work. I was so touched. Your call came at the peak of an Ativan dosage while waiting to get more blood drawn.
But that is not excuse. In fact, you were the very first person to call! And I was so surprised and pleased. Please forgive my momentary lapse.
This morning I feel so dull...like I've been visited by Dementors or something. All the good feelings have been drained away.
Plus, I have some enormous blotches of "Bactrum Rash" on my face that make me appear as if I am making a first attempt at Kabuki...with a fat, felt marker, in the dark, with palsy.
I'm alive. Yay.