Meet my bed buddies. Yes, that's right, my bed buddies. I landed myself in the hospital last week with double pneumonia. I can't seem to do things in small fashion, so I went big and contracted myself not just pneumonia, but double pneumonia. My doc said both lungs were full with this gross disease. Yay me! Rarely getting sick and having not been in a hospital since I was about 11 years old, I was not exactly a happy chick. My observant & thoughtful husband knew this and brought me these adorable stuffed animals that became my constant companions for when visiting hours were over and I was left with only hospital staff to hang out with. Funny how the simplest of things can change one's attitude and mood. How could I wake to see these and not smile? Well, I guess I would have actually had to sleep in order to wake. Which brings me to this. There is no rest to be had in a hospital. Every hour on the hour, new faces greeted me to poke and prod and generally make me miserable. Their intentions were good of course, but I was never happy to see them. All I wanted to do was sleep away this rotten illness. The staff at the hospital was having none of that and ignored my pleas for one solid hour of sleep.
Ever ingenious that I am, I hatched a plan to free myself from this prison. My last morning there, I took myself, my IV and oxygen into the bathroom where I washed up, put on some makeup (yes, makeup in the hospital...I had a plan!), and braided my hair quite cutely. I now looked well! As well as one can look with double pneumonia anyway. I had been priming one of the nurses to feed the doctor how well I was looking and feeling. He was making his rounds on the floor and coming to see me to assess my status. There was little hope at that time that I'd be getting out in the next few days, much less that day. But I was ready for him! I waited. Quite patiently I might add. He got called away just before coming to my room. Really? Ugh. Ok, so I get to enjoy another yummy hospital lunch (ok, it really wasn't so bad), watch the Phillies play some ball and wait for the doc to return.
Quite a few hours later, he returned and came to my room. Long story short, I worked my charm and he agreed to release me if I swore to follow his every instruction. I was to pretend I was still in the hospital and do a whole lot of nothing. Which is exactly what I have been doing and hence, my surrender into the blogging world. But, I am starting to feel much better and so very ready to resume work. I have a lot of orders waiting to be poured and I cannot wait to dive back in. I appreciate the understanding and patience my customers have shown me during this time. You really are the best ever! I feel very blessed to come out on the right end of this illness. I am so fortunate to have the best husband that doesn't tolerate my stubbornness when I refuse to go to the hospital. I have a fantastic family and the most fabulous friends a girl could ever ask for. On top of that, I get to work this amazing business that I am so passionate about. Damn, it's great to be alive!
Future blog entries will be more business related and much more interesting. This, I promise. But, I had to start somewhere, so I figured I blather on about my near death experience. Haha! Til next time....keep it glowing :)