I just got out of hospital - I was hit with a violent intestinal flu on Friday and wound up on the floor, thrashed around and finally got up 12 hours later smashed to pieces, then did various fall/smash/trying to call help etc activities until landing in the ER on Sunday, a bruised, ill, bloody pulp. I am a stubborn warrior woman and this threatens to be life-changing :( Not that my life was super fine before, I suppose. I feel like death warmed over at the moment and I'm just taking it very slowly and gingerly with the hope of healing up and being able to get beyond this.
It was my friend SJ who did everything (which included a lot of *extremely* disgusting cleaning) to help me get to this point: thank god for her.
I was given an immense number of things I have to do because of this, so I'm trying to work at it diligently in the hopes of coming out the other side into an existence with enough value to be worth it.
Never been in hospital before, had not wished to have the experience.
On the bright side we are supposed to have sun and 72 degrees on Monday :-D I crave sunshine!
Update: Steven from Down Below just bopped in to express his willingness to do anything to help. 'We're all just trying to survive.' He said something pretty amazing: 'Living alone the way you do with your condition and being fiercely independent - I feel like they should throw you a parade or something. It's awesome.'
posted by - 2:10 PM
Good to hear you are home and have such a wonderful friend as SJ nearby. I love her! It was quite a desperate measure to turn Steven into a human being, but way to go!! It worked!
Noooo, Steven has always been nice. I think you are thinking of that dude who was directly below me who used my detergent, etc. There have been two tenants in that apartment since he left last year.