Today I had my first blow out- well, not really a blow out, but one of my IV's decided it was tired of being fenced in and it jumped right out of my arm. It's funny- we (the respiration therapist and I) didn't notice 'til I was pretty blood soaked. Beck's mama, Miss Phyllis, happened to be sitting there chatting with me, and it sent her scurrying out of the room.
Anyway, I feel pretty dang good- I mean, I still have a bunch of nasty incisions/holes- and a tube from my nose to my tummy, and lots and lots of tubes from neck, lungs, cooter, etc. But given all of this I can't complain too much. I'm so grateful for the bits of rest I do get, and some great nurses again. I've got 4-5 main visitors right now and am keeping it limited to that until after I'm out of ICU. It's crowded in here. In the meanwhile, I do sneak a little and check my voice mail when no one's looking.
Yesterday during the draining of my left lung I borrowed the doc's hemostats to pluck Mikey the stray chin hair from my face. I think the doctor was impressed.
Last night Becky brought the Burt's Bees sampler and gave me both hand and foot massages while I toked away on my breathing treatment. Today we had French Manicure fun, where I painted Beck and Mom's nails for them. Mine are too yucky to paint.
Well, today, June 11, is officially 30 days free of alcohol- although I must admit alcohol has been the least of the challenges I've faced over the past month! Anyway- one day at a time and all that...