Heigh ho, heigh ho, its back to home I go! I finally checked out of my Bed & Breakfast private room this afternoon--eleven days of fun and frivolity. But lucky for me, the fun just keeps on coming. I am going to do another full week of antibiotics and solumedrol at home. Oh joy and rapture.
One thing about hospital visits that always surprises me are the mixed emotions I experience coming out. I hate to have to check myself in but then I have this weird part of me that is always reluctant to leave. I guess it's a security kind of thing--if something goes wrong, they know how to fix it.
But then a part of me also knows that they really don't know how to fix everything or even if they can in some instances. Like when I started to bleed this week and I pulled the cord for help. Nurses came. Residents came. Six people in my room not knowing what to do to make things stop.
I could say that luckily for me, the bleeding subsided on its own--but luck had nothing to do with it. When the all too familiar sensations began and I knew I was in trouble, my initial panic was replaced with a comforting calmness as I prayed to my Heavenly Father for help. Help to make the bleeding stop. Help for me to feel at peace. Help for the medical team to know what treatments would be most effective. Help to continue on.
I am grateful for the help I received throughout my stay. I had good nurses who made me feel comfortable because of their efficiency and skills. I had amazing doctors who listened to me and my concerns. I had supportive family members and friends who visited or kept in touch. I had state of the art medicine and equipment to give me the best chance of healing. I had a loving Father who watched over me and blessed me.