April 17: National Sleazeball Day

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Tuesday update: MiddleFingerMom

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THIS is why you should be involved in your personal patient care:
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Last night I noticed that, once again... they were skipping my anti-clotting med, which is THE drug to
stay on top of for anyone who has a mechanical heart valve -- it keeps me from stroking out.
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Those of you familiar with my case know that I'm OK if it turns out that I'm NOT the Fucking Immortal
one -- but that a major stroke scares the shit out of me. A lifetime (if you want to call it that) of total
dependence and ultra-diminished capacity.
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The nurse on duty was one of the only ones I've encountered here who have been anything but excellent.
She assumed the med team had screwed up and was willing to wait 'til today to inform them.
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I had to get pretty fucking adamant about it. One of the physical therapists who had come to my room
for some therapy over the weekend had told me, "GEEZ, they love you here" 'cause I'm an easy-going
non-demanding patient.
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Not last night -- I was one miserable MF and I was not going to let go of that bone.
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I got her to call the docs at night and got the right med started again. Even WITH that, my level is still
in a nose-dive, but should be pulling up again in the next day or two. They're keeping me here another
day or two (they WERE ready to send me home) to make sure that trend continues.
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Tag-team bedbaths.
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Tag-team bedbaths.
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Tag-team bedbaths.
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And I think they have sugar-free chocolate ice cream back in stock again!!!!!
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P-A-R-R-R-R-T-A-Y!!!!!!!
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And, if it's not obvious, other than the drug screw-up... I'm feeling GREAT again!
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I'm giving up on posting for awhile.

MiddleFingerMom can really relate to all those folks who disapprove of breastfeeding in public.

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I'm not sayin' that MiddleFingerMom is lazy, but DAYUM!!!

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On the relativity of our largest planet:

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Imported English Hams:

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Your cat's appetite isn't actually a bottomless pit.

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Why dogs are always so good at this -- "that better be food, BUCKO!!!"

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MiddleFingerMom Update:

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Getting better, slowly but surely. Because of the dehydration, they cut off my water pill med (Lasix) and
gave me a coupla bags of IV fluid... so of course I over-indulged and took too much and I became pretty
waterlogged. They counterbalanced it again, starting my Lasix again and I'm closer to (MUAH-HA-HA-HA)
normal again.
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If all goes well, I should make it home tomorrow or Monday.
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I've got a confession to make. The stamina and the energy and the devil-may-care all-out enthusiasm
concerning the bedbath tagteams has pretty greatly diminished over these last few years. I mean, cut
a LITTLE slack here, people DO age and grow weary.
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SHEESH!!!
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The hospital has promised me to fill the teams up with greater amounts of caffeine and Red Bull and
maybe they'll return to their awesomeness of yesteryear.
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Wish me luck.
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I'm goin' in!!!
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