I have missed my supportive friends from PC while being gone to the hospital in KC. I spent all last week there and finally got to come back to my house on sunday evening.
I went in for an outpatient surgery that should have let me get out after spending 3 or 4 hrs in recovery. Instead I had a "heart attack" (little dramatic wording for me but..) in the recovery room and spent 9 hours in there before they felt I was stable enough to be moved into a cardiac care bed in the heart hospital and the next days tests showed a blockage in an artery and on thursday they did a heart cath and angioplasty. I know it happens to people all the time and at least I was in the hospital when it happened this time because I would have probably continued to ignore the symptoms like I had been........ok that is the canned version of everything they kept telling me. My thoughts and feelings were much darker, laying there in a hospital bed at times really preferring to just die than have them continue to monitor me and make me get better. Don't they understand I was there totally alone, no one came to see me at anytime during that week. Not my kids, my parents, siblings, "friends" but I guess it really is no big deal.....what difference at this point does it make.
Sorry for whining and complaining.

Lori