A Wake Up Call.
Well I have been home now, after spending the last seven days in the hospital.
Not what I had in mind,that Sunday evening.....I was feeling a bit off and then
I finally realized that I might be having a heart attack.
After going to bed and then getting right back up and dressed, grabbed daughter and off we went
in a cab.The hospital is very close to our apartment I can see it from my window.
When I got there it was about 10:p:m......They poked and took a gallon of blood,and poked some more,and the out come was that I had to say over night.
The next day I was told I had a heart attack,so I would go to my room and wait....it seemed like forever lying there not believing what had happened....
Just getting used to being on my own with my special needs daughter,now here I was,facing my own morality.
The food was awfull, most of the nurses were ok,maybe one was really nice and caring,they just love to jab you,I was feeling like a pin cushion.
So now I am set free, but I still feel like a prisoner.I can't go out and have to take it easy..... I have so much to do.I guess all things will wait....
Well time to take my meds plus my new ones,I am feeling so much better,no aches or pains, my blood presure should be normal by now and I have too much living to do.....seven granbabies to see.I still haven't met my wee new little grandson.He is 5 months old now.
I want to see my youngest daughter happy and taken care of,I have got to get my life in order before its to late.
Peace....Deni.
Monday, February 16, 2009
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