The freakin’ give away was SUPPOSED to be yesterday and I forgot! So here it is, today. I did the random number generator thing as I said I was going to and our winning number is 5. When numbered in order, the unconscious mutterings number 1-12 and number 5 is… (drum roll please)… Sabrina!
So, dear, please send me your info and I will get them sent right out to you when I head to the post office here sometime in the next 6 months.
I really will try to get them straight out. Soon. ish.
Henrietta is doing better today.
Oh, I don’t think I ever let on what was going on with her. Well, she was going a bit… bat shit crazy and we couldn’t figure out why. I left strict instructions that they were not to, under ANY circumstances, run any bizarre tests on her or give her any extra, (different) meds without contacting me for approval first.
They didn’t. She has just been getting the same old Levaquin IV antibiotic that she always gets and she has been hallucinating all kinds of totally off the wall stuff. In true Henrietta fashion it is all very dark, negative, and pessimistic.
We finally decided the antibiotic must be doing it and the nurses were tired of reassuring her that there were no “large black men” going in her room through her window at night scaring her. Did not matter how many times I explained she was on the forth floor and no one could get to it, she insisted that men were sitting their chair up against her window outside. Children were looking in at her and she kept telling me to look for myself the children were looking in right then and I could see them too if I tried. Last night she told John and I, with tears in her eyes, that the nurse had told her that she has multiple sclerosis and is going to die from it.
I am sure that what happened was the nurse mentioned something about her scoliosis and she, (being THE most negative person in the world), mixed it up to be multiple sclerosis. Given opportunity, she would have incorporated Lyme disease in there somehow. But, no. I had to nix everything and tell her the truth. I am such a joy kill morose mood destroyer.
Yup. Just call me MMD.
Well, they took her off the Levaquin and started her on something else yesterday and she seems fine today. Woo-Hoo!
Comment by witchypoo on February 7, 2009 at 7:04 pm
Yeah. I remember when you had to be careful opening the windows to get a cross-breeze.
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Comment by Mr. Corvette on February 8, 2009 at 2:39 pm
The GOOD news: H is coming home.
The BAD news: H is coming home.
Comment by big hair envy on February 9, 2009 at 2:35 pm
Yo! MMD! Quit being such a buzz kill.
I hope I NEVER have to take meds when I get old. You never hear anything but horror stories about the meds that are supposed to “help” you.
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