Last Monday I woke up at the beach house and I went to sleep at the hospital.
I mean really, who does this shit happen to? What 37 year old goes to the cardiologist for a 15 minute visit and ends up spending 5 days in the hospital?
I am fine. I was fine the whole time I was in there (minus the whole stay-hooked-up-to-this-IV-as-your-blood-is-too-thick-&-so-you-are-a-HIGH-risk-for-a-stroke thing). Imagine, if you will, being in the hospital and not feeling sick.
Jail with a softer color palette.
My poor cardiologist had to bear my crying every single day when he would come in to tell me the lab results... numbers too low to free me from my Heparin chain.
The plus side is that all rooms are private at Hoag and I had a very nice one with both a bay and ocean view... also, they have cable TV, internet access (could read blogs, but not post) and pay per view movies. Let's hear it for the geniuses behind "GetWell TV".
Did you know that Friends is on like 10 times a day? Also, I am totally addicted to Cash Cab.
Will post details this weekend (because you know, funny shit happens in hospitals), but I just wanted to let you all know where I have been.
And I will spring the snark.
BTW: I have about 4 days worth of blog reading and commenting to catch up on, so please bear with me...