Smack on the deck

This is the honest to God story my mum told me over supper of how she fell on the deck this morning:

""So i'm out back this morning - having a smoke - and feeding the fish, when it starts to piss rain. So instead of walking from the pond to the deck, i ran. I ran up the stairs when I tripped. I tripped up the first step and landed on my knees. But it didn't stop there. I kept going. I put my arms infront to stop and my head hit the deck chair and i eventually landed with my forehead smack on the deck.

I have a scratch."

OMFG my mum told me this over supper and I seriously died I laughed and coughed so hard. I hope this just made everyone's day.

Mirror Mirror and 5 months

There was a little bit of an incident today on the way to rehab. Actually...it wasn't on the 'way' it was more like i had driven about 10 seconds from my house when it happened.

I pulled down the hill to see the light at the end of the street was red. Great, perfect opportunity for me to pull down my mirror and look at myself. I actually wanted to see my shirt - which i'm in love with today - but i also wanted to take the time at hand to inspect the zit that has taken up residence on my chin. I popped it nicely this morning and put coverup on it, and wanted to make sure the coverup hadn't gotten all dried up and crusty, which it had. After realizing there was nothing i could do to save the horrifying appearance of my crusty coverup, i looked into my eyes and admired their colour.

I'm not lying. I actually did. I bought that Almay eyeshadow and eyeliner and mascara for your eye colour that allegedly makes the colour 'pop'. Well it works, b/c for once they looked magestic and not boring. I was so taken up by myself that it took the honk from behind me to bring me to my senses. Feeling irked at being rudely drawn from my little world, i looked in my rearview mirror to see the guy (whos car i had finished admiring right before the red light! it looks like the batmobile) behind me throwing his hands up and screaming. I flipped the mirror up and began to drive, when the light turned yellow and i stopped.

This caused him to start honking again, and the person behind him began to honk, and they both threw their hands up and started screaming at me in their cars. I felt bad and didn't want to look back for fear they'd meet my eyes and say something rude to me.

Finally, the light turned green and i sped away slowly - on purpose - and couldn't help but laugh an evil laugh at their pissiness.

Muhahahahaha.

Last night me and the girlies finished Season 1 of the Tudors. Jenna informed me that I offically added another notch to her "Why Bree is Awesome" list (the newest notch being the experience just listed above!). It started when i arrived at her place one Sunday morning, with freshly cooked bacon wrapped in paper towels. Well, i added 3 more notches lastnight by expanding my ability to cram almost everything into my purse. Not only did I have a full season of the Tudors in it, i had my wallet, my puffers, a lot of paper, a phone, a bag of chips, AND a jar of salsa. The only thing missing clearly was a small child.

The interns are back at TGH. They're back in swarms since school has begun. I was engulfed by a sea of interns one day as i stepped off the elevators, and i feel like i have more authority and more right to be in the hospital than they do, which is arrogant since they have more medical knowledge than i likely do. There are countless hotties, countless countless hotties.

No new interns in rehab yet...which is ok. I guess.

What else? Still on Tetracycline. Dare i say i'm feeling a little bit better? Who knows..it's probably a mask to cover the absolutely crappiness that lies within. I shall manage. I have a meeting with that GI specialist on Weds and a meeting with the surgeon next Monday.

Hope all goes well and as always that i get my call soon! Today marks 5 months that I've been listed!

You may have noticed...

..That i added a playlist.

This was the joint effort/brain child of myself and Meghann earlier this aft. Carefully crafted, it was contrived as a team; an act of reciprocity between us as i gave her my recipe for Scottish Scones in turn for deets on how to add a playlist. It almost failed b/c i was using my mother's laptop, which hates my fingers and thus greatly hinders my ability to spell correctly when i talk to people (thus making me unable to get messages across to other people clearly). It's not that i can't type; it's that the laptop doesn't like my fingers.

It may not be the 'best' music out there, but they are songs that hold great memories for myself! Of dance class mainly from high school. Any catchy song can be danced to, really.

Still on Tetracycline. Not doing anything. I just don't care anymore. I'll keep taking it tho for obvious reasons, but...fuck. Seriously?

I can't think of anything else to say other than this: i hope i get my call soon!

Any suggestions for other songs to add to the playlist??

Tetracycline Wars

I'm in battle with Tetracycline.

I'm on the front lines and still being blasted by these fuckers.

(sorry...was that a bit too harsh?)

I still have yet to strike a happy medium with this biohazard looking antibiotic. I've gotten myself into a schedule of taking it at 9am, 1pm, 5pm, 9pm.

Ok that was yesterday.

Today it was 10:12am, 1:41pm, most likely will be 5 or 6pm, and then 9-10pm.

It's hard to schedule eating around these little pills...since you have to take them either on an empty stomach, or an hour before you intend to eat, or 2-3 hours after eating. Suprisingly, my fear of starving to death over the next 14 days has dwindled and i've managed to consume more food than i usually do.

Today is Monday, which means that i also have to take my other 2 antibiotics - Septra and Zithromax. So that means i will be taking 8 pills of Tetracycline, one septra, 1 zithromax, and my singulaire pill. That's 11 pills and 2 very abused kidneys. I know this is nothing compared to the amount of pills i'll take post tx, but when it comes to antibiotics...it seems a bit excessive.

I started experiencing pains of pleurisy again. not horrendous but enough that it drove me to take a Motrin. I did wonder whether or not it was safe to do so - being that i'm loaded with corrosive chemical substance at the moment - but rationalized with myself that i was instructed to take Tylenol 2 when i have pleurisy and also accompany it with an antibiotic so...I guess it's not all bad?


Instead of following the instructions on the bottle by taking the Tetracycline with a full glass of water, i had it with half a glass of peach juice this morning, and half a can of coke at lunch. Since my head didn't blow off and my guts stayed in tact, i feel pretty assured that it's not 100% for-sure that this thing must be taken with water.

Tomorrow i'm off to TO again.

Nothing

There's nothing to do today.

Nothing. I'm going to Jenna's at 7 with the girlies to have a Tudors night (oh Sir Charles Brandon...mmm) but that's about it. Rumor has it my sister's bf may be coming for supper, and it's still debatable as to whether or not i will make myself presentable for such occasion. Only time will tell.

I called in and ordered a 'script for an antibiotic. One aptly named Tetracyclin aka Something That Looks like Poison. The capsils are yellow and orange and somehow scream out 'BIOHAZARD' to me when i look at them. I cannot take them with food; i cannot eat dairy, vitamins, anacids, or anything with Zinc prior to or after consuming the pills. The pills must be taken with a full glass of water and I have to take 2 pills 4 times a day.

Yes. You read that right. 2 pills 4 times a day.

I must have them on an empty stomach or take them 2-3 hours after eating.

It seems impossible doesn't it? I have to keep this shit up for 14 days. I feel like i'm pretty much going to be unable to eat, and will wither away to nothing and most likely die from starvation. And i have a strong inkling that taking these for 14 days will pretty much do nothing for me. You could blast these lungs with steriods from a light beam and they wouldn't get better.

I'm not a fan of water. It makes me feel sick when i drink large quantities in a short amount of time. It makes me pee alot and feel bloated. Oh well. Other than that i'm happy.

Yesterday was spent at my aunt Kathryn's 65th b-day. My other aunt, Pam (her sister) decorated the front of Kathryn's house with 65 bras in celebration. How such a feat was accomplished remains a mystery, since my cousin's husband Allan assured everyone that they were drunk before they did it and time went by really quickly. It sounds like they had fun.

There's nothing really to blog about. I'm just letting everyone know that I'm still here.

Um....why the fuck are you here???

This was the question i asked of people today, through a vicious glare at rehab, as I tried to wrangle my way to the weights 'table'/'giant bench' that you're supposed to sit on to lift weights. 3 people at a time can fit on it if you squeeze, but it's extremely difficult when people feel the need to bring their entire family into the physio room, and it's even more rage-inducing when they all crowd around the weights section to watch you.

WHY!? WHY THE FUCK DO YOU WANT TO WATCH YOUR SICKLY FAMILY MEMBER FEEBLY ATTEMPT TO LIFT A 5lb WEIGHT 10x's WHEN THERE'S DICK ALL YOU CAN DO!?!?!!

Fuck off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My god i fucking hate people sometimes! Honest to god, is it THAT necessary to bring everyone and their dog to physio?? NO. IT'S FUCKING NOT!!!

*freaks out*

Anyways...

I saw Ray today. I set down my purse before i came within close proximity as to not thump him another good one in the chest in a repeat of last week's horrifying events. Ray laughed and assured me he was a-ok, by lifting his shirt and showing me his staple-free incision. It's healed so well! It's roughly the colour of the letters i'm typing in, and being a mere 3-4 weeks post-tx, and being over the age of 60, that's pretty fucken awesome if i do say so myself. The fact that my 30lbs Guess purse swung around with enough force to crack his sternum and actually hit him, but didn't leave any damage, is astounding. Way to go Ray! I completely forgot what i was going to say about you...

I am exhausted. I have finally concluded that i'm in fact getting sick so i am succumbing to guilt and calling in to get a prescription for tetra something filled tomorrow.

That's about it.

*crossing fingers she gets the call soon!*

My Boys

When i go to TGH, there are 8 people from my city/area, and we all go to the local pulmonary rehab place. Of us 8, 4 have had transplants this year. Since June, my boys Bob, Don, and most recently Ray have been transplanted. We are all anxiously awaiting my time to come!

The other day I was waiting in the caf at the hosp when I saw Ray - a mere 2 weeks post tx - sitting at his fav place eating Subway, as he always does. I havent seen him in a while since his tx, so I ran up to him, bent over slightly and gave him a hug.

"BREEEEEEE!" he said when he saw me. He lifted his arms to recieve my hug, when my bulky 30lbs purse swung around from my back and thumped him a good one in his chest.

Ray grabbed his chest and said painfully, "MY STAPLES!!!!!!!!"

My eyes went huge with terror and shame. I grabbed my head in my hands and shrieked, "OH MY GOD! I KILLED RAY!"

Ray laughed and assured me that I didn't kill him, and that it didn't hurt, but that he still did have his staples in his chest from his transplant. And holy crap, did I feel bad. To think i unintentionally hurt poor little English Ray was horrible. But i hope he's fine.

Don is doing great. He looks wonderful and is all pink and peachy and the epitome of health. Bob is doing good, tho when i saw him Weds he was limping.

"Did you fall getting off the subway again, Bob?"
"Nope. No. I woke up with a charley horse."

Which is good, b/c the last time i saw him, he took a spill getting off the subway. Though he did assure me that he 'protected [his] sternum' when he went down.

Other than that things have been boring. It's humid and feels much like a jungle these last two days that i feel pretty shitty. It was so foggy last night that driving home i felt like i had glaucoma. Yesterday I sat on the couch in the same spot from 8am-4pm. No lie. I champed it up and read all day like a trooper. I did have rehab, but i got diverted by driving my dad to work (which was great, b/c i didn't want to go to rehab anyway) so when i came back from dropping him off (since he kindly gives me the car and rides his bike to work b/c he's awesome), mum was leaving for work which left me all alone. Which meant i had no one to see me off...which meant that I didn't have to go. So i didn't.

Lastnight was a gorge fest. I met with the girlies for a Tudors night. Before that I had supper at Jenna's house, and we went to Chantel's to watch season 1 with Krystal. We ate like pigs. We ate so much that i'm shocked that I didn't somehow slip into a diabetic coma over night. We ate lime flavoured nachos, popcorn, ice cream sandwiches, i had a Crispie Crunch bar, Jenna had 3 chocolate bars, we had Pepsi, and we topped it all off with lemon jello (which we lamented would be horrible to throw up.) It dawned on me that the lemon jello looked like lard, but Chantel concluded it looked like mucus which pretty much put an end to our food hording for the night.

And that is all.