Hospitals in TV Bug Me Now :(

Does anyone watch Emily Owens M.D.? It's this cute doctor show with Mamie Gummer, Meryl Streeps' daughter (she is an amazing Oscar winning actress, the mom I mean). Anyway, I sat down to watch the second episode with my mom and the show is in a hospital of course. There was a scene where the doctors were talking to the patient and I just couldn't take it. It was weird, but emotionally I just....I was just fed up with hospitals. Seeing a patient's room just brought back memories of lots of tests, poor nights of sleep, and the caged in feeling from seeing the same four walls. I told my mom, I turned to her and said "I can't watch this, it's too soon". She understood, but I didn't know that's how I felt. It was strange. How long until I can watch doctor shows? I happen to like  a few, but I don't know if I will ever see them the way I did before. Not after experiencing it. That was just a weird moment, to have this overwhelming emotion of fear and disgust and almost worry that I would have to go back, I didn't know that feeling was there, and to be brought up by a simple entertaining show. I'm not saying they mistreated me as the hospital, but it wasn't all raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. It was not my favorite things.

Clothes

I remember reading in someone's blog about how when we dress we are expressing ourselves. Sorry if my hospital spiels are getting annoying, it's just that that has monopolized my month really. Anyway, I haven't had a fashion sense this whole month because in the hospital I just wore a simple t-shirt and sweats, with the occasionally detested hospital gown. Nothing too expressive. And now that I am home I am still wearing that stuff. I think it's because I am not trying to make an impression at school or on the world that I don't mind, but I do miss wearing cute clothes and getting compliments. I feel frumpy these days, probably due to lack of energy to some degree.Furthermore, I haven't worn jeans all month! I love jeans, and I even tried to put a pair on to see a movie last week but because of my abdominal swelling from the infection, they didn't fit. So I am stuck wearing sweats and shirts and hoodies. When I get better, fully recovered I mean, I am going to wearing something just amazing! Being able to express yourself through clothes is a pretty sweet deal. Can't wait to wear MY clothes again. Sweats and shirts could be anybody.

....Theatre

Sorry to those reading this, I'm not trying to sound like I'm ranting about my troubles, but another thing that really upsets me about this whole being sick thing was that I missed all the shows to "Hello Dolly!", the musical at our school. The musical is my absolute favorite production at CPHS and I have done it all four years and had the most amazing experiences, but this year it just got away from me. The chance to be backstage working with an amazing cast and crew, the chance to build friendships and meet new people, bringing cupcakes on opening night, going to cast parties, having my fist cast party, staying out past midnight for the first time because my parents trusted me and even lent me a car: I was going to do all those things. That show would have been so much fun and I am upset that I missed the chance to do those things and have those memories. And I am not trying to sound mean, but truthfully when my sister came to the hospital that one Saturday and was going on and on about how much fun the cast party was the night before or about a prank the techies pulled, I just felt jealous that she got to experience. I had worked really hard on that show, I was even going to dance in one of the songs, and I ended up getting sick and wound up in a hospital. Life's unfair that way. I guess I will just have to help out with the musical next year or just not get sick for the other productions. :P That would be ideal. Theatre really is my passion, and being stuck in a hospital away from it made me realize how much I missed it and yearned to be a part of it. If it had been possible, I would have escaped from the hospital, found my way to the school, and do a show. But I was too sick. It just baffles me that I missed every single show! Come one! :P I can't complain though, I am alive and getting better. Stuff happens, and it's how we deal with it that changes us. Being sick is also impeding on my One Acts exposure. Not to happy about that, probably cannot get involved till January. Oh and did you hear? My play that I wrote last year got picked, it's one of four. Hooray for that! :)

Time Moving Slow

It was really strange to get out of the hospital the night before Thanksgiving and see snow on the ground. Those 13 days in the hospital and even the week before that when I was home ill was on a different kind of time I swear. Being-home-sick-time was slow and I honestly don't remember that week. Then hospital time is also slow, has a routine, and is kind of a constant, boring, repetitive state of being. Days blended into other days, I don't remember what happened on what days. My memories on hospital time are jumbled up. I just thought it was interesting, time can be experienced in different ways. I miss school time, the time that I had gotten used to with 5 days of school then building up anticipation for the weekend. In the hospital, a day was a day. Weekends were just days, nothing special. I guess that made time even slower. Furthermore, when I did get out, I discovered that the world had kept going. Well, duh, but it was so strange. It's already Christmas time. When the heck did that happen? Thanksgiving just kind of plopped into my lap and now I hear holiday music and there is snow and I am wondering "where did my life go?" The pretty much spent the entire month of November being sick and it just baffles me. Life got away from me, but I am going to get well and wrangle it back. :)

Vroom Vroom

This is going to sound weird, but one of the things I miss most since I am sick is driving. Being able to hop in a car, control the beast, and speed down a road to a destination. I was also just getting to the height of my car responsibilities with my parents meaning I could use the car for just about anything, and then I got sick. I can't really drive with a PICC line in my arm and I might be a danger to others with my nausea and constant abdominal pains.....so yeah. No driving for awhile. Sad face. That's not selfish is it? It's a simple joy to a teenager's life. One of the many perks. Oh well.

Growing Up

This whole being super sick and in the hospital experience really has impacted my life and myself. My parents keep telling me that I've grown up a lot in the past month. Not only do I look older because I lost weight in my face, when I was super super sick I looked gaunt (it was scary, kind of like an anorexic super model, not good), anyway but I have had to adapt. For example, that first night I was in the ICU and it was unclear as to if I would get better or worse, my dad slept there the whole night. It wasn't pleasant for him but he needed to be there for any last minute decisions. The next night, after my family had visited, they made it clear that they were not going to be sleeping at the hospital anymore. My mom said it was better for everyone to sleep in their own beds and she asked if that would be okay. I made a worried face and though in my head "no, that's not okay. Don't leave me". Not to sound like a baby, but I was actually scared and even felt a little abandoned those first couple of nights. I was in a strange place, I was really sick, and didn't know what would happen to me. In a sense though it's good my parents didn't baby me and stick around. I am 17 after all and going to college next year. I guess this was just a wake up call. Now I am totally fine with sleeping away from home. My siblings on the other hand though...It was weird for them for me to be out of the picture, just gone. Poof! When I go to college I don't know what they'll do. :)

I am a Vampire!

Well not really...But I did get a blood transfusion in the hospital, something that I never imagined doing. The irony, well to me at least, is that I gave blood one time last spring. I was curious as to how it worked and wanted to be a good person, give some good blood to a sick human in need. I never thought I would be a sick human in need of a few pints of blood. Funny how life works like that. Now in my head I am thinking "Oh no! I have only ever given one pint of blood. I just got two pints. I am one in the rear!" A silly thought, but when I am healthy and have the energy, giving blood is high up there on my to-due list. I know, I am strange. :P

No Title

While I was in the ICU in Minneapolis Children's Hospital, there were a couple of days that were critical as to how I would heal, hence the ICU. The whole time though, the hospital had this Ronald McDonald's House, and though I have still never seen it, I am very thankful for it. My mom got a lot of mileage out of it those first few stressful days when she needed a meal but had been worked into a frenzy over worrying about me. Then when she and my dad and siblings were all there, she noted that it was helpful to be able to get a meal for the whole family. After this whole terrible sickness period of my life, I plan to go back the Children's hospital and volunteer to help those who helped me. And I will probably say hi to the nurses on the ICU, because sadly I know all their names. I was there that long. Anyway, my experience at the hospital has changed me and made me view things differently. A real eye-opener.

Being Able to do Your Own Thing

I am also slowing becoming more independent, I don't know if that's the right word, more able to do things on my own. In the hospital I was so sick at the beginning I couldn't do anything but lay there and watch TV. Then I graduated to films, and began to walk longer distances, and the pains became a little less and I could do a little more. After the first week or so I got pretty good at getting myself out of bed, unplugging my IV tower (I was like 7 feet tall and my 3 or 4 antibiotics hung from it, plus had a chargeable battery), going to the bathroom, then going for a walk, coming back to my room, plugging myself back in, and crawling back into bed. It sounds lame, but that little bit of self-sufficiency made me feel awesome. To be able to do something on my own and not rely on others made me feel better. When I got home from the hospital Wednesday night, I when to bed, and then woke up to make my own breakfast. Scrambled eggs and toast, and I felt glorious that I did it on my own! :D Such a little and silly thing, but I did it! It's these little steps that are going to keep me sane and recover. I am going to appreciate being able to do things for myself so much more, because for the past two weeks my life has really depended on nurses and doctors, and to some degree still does. I cannot wait to be completely healed. As it is I still have appointments with doctors and my new shipment of IV meds arrived today. Yeah.....

Wish I Could Really Sleep

Sleep. I did a lot of sleeping in the hospital the past two weeks, and it was all interrupted and not very good quality. I would be sleeping in my bed and someone would strap on the blood pressure cuff and measure me. Or I would be beginning to wake up and a nurse would be pulling blood from my PICC line for Labs to find out my white blood cell count, my hemoglobin, and my vitals. I am really enjoying sleeping in a real bed in my house, with now prodding nurses, and no machines beeping continuously throughout the night. Being able to sleep for 8 hours at a time sounds like heaven, and I still cannot do that at home yet. I cannot wait to kick this infection in the but and be a normal person. As the film "The Princess Bride" quoted "If you haven't got your health, then you haven't got anything" which I have found to be very true. It's hard to be happy and enjoy things when you're super sick. I watched this movie in the hospital, ultimate sick day movie, and people were passing by in the hall and looking in at the movie and smiling. It's such a universally known film. 

Importance of Family

Alright, so another thing in the hospital that I have really come to appreciate is my family. They made it a point to visit me all 13 days that I was there, sometimes even twice a day, with multiple parking passes and staying late at night and keeping me occupied. It's troublesome times like these that you're true friends and family shows, and my family really cares about me. This whole times has been stressful on all of us and I feel bad, but it's the sort of crazy random happen-stance that couldn't be prevented. The way a family deals with these things will shaped and in the end strengthen them. I am also really happy to be home and away from the hospital. I still have to have IV antibiotics though and my mom has to administer them to me, just like a nurse. I can tell she doesn't enjoy it, but I'm worth saving. :P This is also one reason I am super thankful this Thanksgiving.

Wonderful Arms

I think it's been 3 weeks or so since I last posted something, but it's understandable, I've been pretty sick. Many of you know this, and recently I got out of the hospital. Hoor-ay! While in the hospital I became very much aware of a lot of little things that I never really noticed. For instance, I love my arms now. At this moment I have a PICC line, which is basically a hyped-up IV line, in my right arm which makes it difficult to bend my elbow which means I have to eat with my left hand and grab for things with that hand and depend more on that hand. It's hard, but I am getting better at it. There was one day in the hospital, and I felt really pathetic, but I had the PICC line in my right and an IV in my left hand, and I was hungry. My dad was a pal and fed me, and honestly enjoyed it and but I felt feeble and was so happy when I got one of my arms back. A little thing that makes a big difference. Enjoy your arms people and being able to use them! :)

Stupid Mistakes

Well...it has been a long time since my last post, super busy life right now. Ugh...Anyway, tonight was Halloween. Did anyone do anything fun? I had a great night at theatre till 6, got let out early, went to Chipotle with all the other people who got out early, and then trick-or-treated in Champlin. All in all a really fantastic night...Until my sister, who has granted me the lovely honor of calling her an "idiot" for eternity, though I won't cause that's too mean. Anyway, the night was great until my sister lost her CELLPHONE! The phone she had just gotten a month ago! I was furious because of her carelessness and the fact that my butt would be in trouble as well. But I kept calm and we retraced her steps for the entire night, that took about 15 minutes. She was just about ready to ball her eyes out  but eventually we found it, and I made sure that she had learned her lesson. "Make sure to check your s**t before you leave any place". I think she got the message. Has anyone else ever done something so profoundly stupid?

IB Diploma

Has anyone ever talked with Ms. Larson and found out the percentage of dip cans who gain an IB diploma? I feel like that's an important stat that I never heard before I joined the program. Is it a lot of people? Ms. Larson often talks about how kids get college credit for certain courses, but does that mean they rocked one course, did poorly in others, and didn't get the diploma. My mom really wants me to get this diploma, and I will try,  but is it really all that? I am tired and a bit skeptic this morning, I was just wondering.

GMOs: Good or Bad?

My EE topic is controversial and I have been debating over it with my best friend and my mom. They are both against me, but I still feel like a can support myself in my paper. Anyway, I wanted to present the issue to the class, see what others think. My question is "Do we need genetically engineered foods?" Now even though we could live in a world without them, though it's tricky because they're everywhere, I believe we should not because GMOs, genetically modified organisms, can open the doors to many possibilities and that to snuff out this potential technology would be a waste. Now some of you might not even know this about your foods, but yes some of them have been altered. But in my mind this is just an extension of selective breeding, sort of like Mendel did with his pea plants, it's just more modern and precise. And I am aware that the process isn't perfect, but I'd like to believe science could do wonders such as food the world and provide blind kids in China with beta-carotene, a necessary nutrient that can be put into rice. Just thought I would put that out there.  Everyone is free to their opinion, how do others feel?

Fun Image

This is completely random, but today while I was laying out my image for the musical shirts I accidently made an optical illusion! I thinks is so cool. Understand this isn't what the shirt looks like. All the blue is the yellow of the shirt showing through, it helps the print guy when I set it up this way and I removed the fonts for now. Enjoy!