Ladies who lunch

My high risk OB, bless her, decided that I was stable enough to go downstairs to the cafeteria for lunch. Again, bless the woman. For the past two days, one of the nurses and an assistant, have wheeled me downstairs, at which time we’ve enjoyed a delightful lunch. The cafeteria is always full of hospital staff; it’s been a bit strange to see that many people in one place, a first in over 30 days. Yesterday the assistant commented that it was like sitting at the popular kid’s table in school, since so many people were coming over to say hello, and how nice it was to see me out. I saw people from every hospital department I’ve dealt with, including one of the OBs who was a bit surprised to see me downstairs. Dr. L, I promise, we had permission. Now, if I can just get permission to go down the street to Starbucks!

In other news, they doubled my heparin. I was at 5,000IU twice a day, now it's 10,000IU twice a day. It’s not a big deal aside from the fact that it stings, and now takes twice as long to inject. Unfortunately, this will also mean more frequent blood draws.

And as of today, we’re at 19 on the 19^th. My nurse has been marking off each day on the calendar, and today she decided to do a countdown. So, as of January 19^th I have 19 days left. I can’t believe I’m almost done!