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[kjpepper]

Last night was rough... It was hard adjust to being here overnight. I kept being about to go to sleep and then jerking awake because I was freaking out about not waking up. Course once I managed that first time (and thank the heavens for morlock and his magical powers of being warm and soothing) I've been doing it on and off since. It's really impossible to get a good long sleep in considering they kept waking me up for vitals and blood draws. I've had about 25ish vials of blood pulled so far since getting here, and I'm half inclined to believe that they are not actually sending it anywhere for testing and that there are actually a colony of local vampires they're feeding in the basement.

Official status is that I don't know anything much more right now. I had an ultrasound in both legs this morning, and whatever lab work they are running on all of that blood hasn't come back yet. The doc that admitted me last night said one of the tests they were running was for a genetic blood disorder (not sickle cell, though that runs in my family and they're checking on that too) that I forget the name of that apparently lies dormant and sneaky in those that have it until either about age 30 or until the carrier tries to get pregnant.... yeah. somehow, while this sucks, I far prefer finding out like this rather than having multiple miscarriages. D: Much less traumatizing.

Me right now... it still hurts to breathe, and it's gonna for a while. Trying to ease through it and breathe as deeply as possible, like they told me to. I'l already sick of being flat on my back in bed, and they told me it was okay to walk around the halls, so I'm going to do that tonight and tomorrow. I figure being cranky and annoyed by everything is better than being miserable and freaking out. ;) Actually, mood wise I'm more or less all right - I has internets and books and comfort food, and various Amoeba members hanging out and putting up with me bitching and you guys sending me loving and well wishes. So... i'm gonna be okay.

And now all the Amoeba girls are in my room. Yay.

Comments

[badrahessa.livejournal.com]

You icon is greatly amusing ...considering what I drive :)

[kjpepper.livejournal.com]

there's a whole song that goes with that...

http://www.dragonsea.net/andee/LJ/GoddessofBeat-PenisTruck.mp3

Context is we borrowed Bosslady's F150 for moving and beatgoddess had never driven anything that ginormous before and she had an audio recorder with her at the time... and the rest you can hear. The giggling in the background is me.

[reme.livejournal.com]

whaaa??? OMG, this is crazy. i hope you feel better soon. <3

[kjpepper.livejournal.com]

me too

[purpura.livejournal.com]

When I was in the hospital for the whole gall bladder incident (ask Nigel - it's the seat of a woman's allure, don'tcha know?) sleep was the hardest thing to get.

They kept on saying rest, but then they'd come in and give my roommate a bath at 4:30am. I was ready to kill. If I could, yanno, get up from the bed at the time...

So sleep! And hopefully you have cable!

[kjpepper.livejournal.com]

I do! I watched like four eps of BSG this morning. Much with the happy.

Get Well Soon!

[jeanettez.livejournal.com]

I am reading your updates with interest. I hope they soon find out the answer to the big question...where did this come from??!

Take care of yourself. I hope you get a better night's rest tonight!

Love,
Mom Z.

HUG

[masteradept.livejournal.com]

Yea hospitals are not the place to go to rest...between them checking vitals during shift changes and the noise they make in the halls, and your door being open unless you make sure its closed....also the whole feeling from the hospital itself.

[retsuko.livejournal.com]

I'm still sending you lots of good wishes. Take care and keep us posted, OK?

*hugs*

[11th-letter.livejournal.com]

The blood disorder you're thinking of (I think) is called Factor 5.
Nice informative name, eh?

[kjpepper.livejournal.com]

yes that's it, thanks. And yeah. It sounds like the title of a pulpy science fiction novel, doesn't it?

[nieceytee.livejournal.com]

You don't know me, but I found you through the Blackfolk community. I love reading your posts, and I am sorry that you are ill. I m keeping you in my thoughts.

[kjpepper.livejournal.com]

squee! I love estalkers. Feel free to stick around and i'll add you.

[nieceytee.livejournal.com]

Yay! Does it help my cause at ala that 1)I think you're hot and 2)I love the fact that you allow your readers an insight into your poly life.

[padparadscha.livejournal.com]

I think that "Doctor, it hurts when I do this." "Well, don't do that" is a bit of a problem when it applies to BREATHING. That's lousy.

[grinninfoole.livejournal.com]

I got you a gift, which I shall pass along through one of your fellow chromosomes.

[kjpepper.livejournal.com]

OMG! Thank you that was so incredibly sweet!

[grinninfoole.livejournal.com]

Yay! You're very welcome. I'm glad that you are home.

[peacockdress.livejournal.com]

Best of wishes to you, I'm here and listening.

"I figure being cranky and annoyed by everything is better than being miserable and freaking out. ;)"

Works for House. Although I also find it amusing to think that he and the team are in some office somewhere writing your symptoms on a whiteboard and making cutting remarks. :) Keep smiling.

[innostrantsa.livejournal.com]

{{{{{{{loves}}}}}}}

Overnight hospital stays are freaky. You're made comfortable, and the point is to rest, but it's just not familiar-- and there's scary shit going on Ironic, no? *rueful smile*

Keep on keepin' on, sugarbeet.

[kjpepper.livejournal.com]

...you called me sugarbeet! *melts and squees*

[nekosensei.livejournal.com]

Hi! I'm here from thrombi_support, and I just wanted to say that I'm surprised that they did the blood tests right after you were diagnosed. The hospital I went to didn't run them when I was first diagnosed. Of course, I think they wanted to get me treated right away because I wasn't in very good shape. Earlier that evening, I passed out on my living room floor and stopped breathing. I would have died if my husband hadn't been home when it happened. Needless to say, I got wheeled away in an ambulance for that stunt. In the ER, my heart was going a mile a minute. I think my pulse got as high as 150 beats per minute. Frightening! I felt like my heart was going to beat right out of my chest.

Since the warfarin interferes with the blood tests I need (it causes false positives), I'm going to have to wait to get tested until after I'm off of it for a couple of weeks.

By the way, I friended you because I like your sense of humor and I think we have a few things in common. I hope you don't mind!