It's 4:33 am and the fire alarm is blasting. What the hell is going on?
Code red... well...here I go jumping out the window again. Lake Ontario here I come.
My door's been shut. The fire trucks are screeching to a halt outside. Did I ever mention how much I love sirens? Crazy but true.
There's two ways to look at sirens. 1) someone is hurt 2) help is on the way
You choose your view.
Once I realized it wasn't actually me on fire, I recognized that feeling. The one where every breath is a struggle. I knew the only way I'd get back to sleep would be to knock back some ventalin.
Relief is finally getting a quasi-deep breath.
Relief is that drowning on the inside feeling, alleviated.
Relief is not coughing and gagging all over the place, every 5 seconds.
This morning was somewhat of a crappy one. Wasn't feeling 100% like taking on the world. That coughing and gagging thing was back.
The respiratory therapist came and took me to do pft's (pulmonary function tests). I didn't blow the roof off the joint or anything. My lung function is actually worse than when I checked into this glamtastic-it-isn't hotel.
However, I am still getting released. No more johnny shirts, lame food, IV's or community showers for me!
No more sleeping on the electronic, yet sucky, bed.
No more missing my little furry boy.
Pamela came over tonight to hang out, play some games and watch Grey's Anatomy. Thanks PJ for helping me pass the time - she knew how crazy excited I was to see Brad tomorrow; she was probably afraid I'd hurt myself doing my happy dance, and would need a spotter.
After she left I started writing this entry and was thinking about how excited I was to see Brad tomorrow. I was even going through my photos of him and Griffin, thinking I'd post one.
I hear something...I look up...and he's here. Physically. In my room.
He's real. It's not a dream. I can touch him.
But he wasn't supposed to be here until tomorrow??
He did it again.
|One of these days the surprises are going to come from me|