The past few days have definitely been strange. On Sunday when me and Trish were on our way to Church I got pulled over my a Cop. I'm freaking out because by the time I pulled the car to the side of the road I couldn't remember if I was going over the speed limit at all. I didn't think that I was but being pulled over definitely puts doubt into ones head. The Cop got out and was looking at the back of the passenger side of the car, meanwhile I am fumbling trying to find my insurance card and driver's license. I was even more freaked out that the Cop was looking at my car. The Cop came to my window, and the first thing I said was, "What's wrong?" The Cop said, "Sorry, wrong car" and I preceded the to tell the Cop that he about gave me a heart attack. I assume that they were looking for a car that matched my car's description but maybe with damage on the passenger side.
After church on Sunday me and Trish went to the grocery store. (Thank God that we only got a few things to last us for the week) We about got blown away by the wind going into Kroger's. When we got home the wind was even worse. One of our neighbors told us that she heard a loud crack coming from the wooded area, and I could see the trees swaying in the wind so I didn't park close to the swaying trees. We get inside our apartment with the groceries only to find out that we have no power. At that point I had no idea about the damage that these strong winds had caused. We opened a window on 1 side of the apartment and then 1 on the other, but the wind was blowing things around in our apartment so we had to close 1 of the windows. Our psycho cat stood up in the window until a huge gust of wind came by and then she would run for cover. She was scared to death. It is crazy how much we come to rely on power and technology. Since there was nothing else to do I actually took a nap, and managed to get over an hour of sleep with the Cat running over me everytime a huge gust of windows came by the window. I kept waking up too because I was sure that the tree was going to fall, and I even saw it snap. (it still has not fallen though)
Me and Trish still went to Small group at Dan and Sarah's house. Trish was supposed to bring pop, but we arrived with only Mountain Dew because she already had that and all of the stores were closed so we couldnt get anything else. There was enough light coming through the window, but Dan needed a candle to be able to read his bible. We all enjoyed cake for Dave's birthday.
I heard from a friend that over 600,000 people are without power and that it will be 3-5 days before it came back on. Me and Trish drove around looking for food after Small Group. We managed to find a Larosa's with power, but the wait was over an hour. They were out of sausage, and fountain Coke, but the food we ate was still delicious. On the way home we looked for an open gas station to get ice so that we could salvage some of the food in the fridge. The gas station that we found said that they have only had power for an hour and they were already almost out of ice. We bought 2 bags, and there were only 2 bags left after that. We came back home to still no power of course.
At this point I heard that 90% of Duke Energy's customers were without power. I woke up to still get ready for work, because I was not sure if they had power. I live in an apartment, but thankfully we have our own water heater and there was enough hot water for me and Trish to both get a shower. Trish came back home while I was getting ready for work because her work didn't have any power so she didn't have to work yesterday. But when I got into work they had power so I had to work all day.
When I got home from work on Monday I had power. I was so thankful, because I know that there is still over 500,000 people without power. They are saying on the news that gas stations are selling out of gas, ice, and batteries.
I talked to my friend Melissa in Sharonville Monday night who was still without power. She heard from someone that there is somewhere on the internet that you can go to find out when Duke's estimates that power will be on in certain areas. How do they expect people with no power to look that information up? I tried to find it for her but could not find it.
I am so thankful that I have power, and I hope and pray that everyone else's is restored real soon.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Trish #2's Blog
Hey all I just wanted to post a note here for anyone that reads my blog. Trish #2 has now created a blog as well so please go check it out.
http://www.trishnumbertwo.blogspot.com/
http://www.trishnumbertwo.blogspot.com/
Monday, September 8, 2008
My Mom
I am going to start this story way back a long time ago...LOL....when I was about 12 years old. Well let me start off first by saying that my Mom was raised Catholic, but after she married my father in a Catholic church she never stepped foot in a Catholic church again. Growing up I always went to a Baptist church, and I remember my Mom going some times too. I remember getting on the church bus and going to church every Sunday.
When I was about 12 years old me and My Mom were members of a Baptist church and were going every Sunday and Wednesday. Me and my Mom got Baptized around the same time at the church that we were going to. I remember one Sunday before Church on a day that I was wearing pants to church the preacher came up to my Mom who was standing beside me and said quietly to My Mom that now that we both are baptized that we might want to think about wearing a dress or skirt to Church. Let me add that I grew up poor and not having a lot of nice things; therefore it was not often that I got new clothes. I think I owned 1 maybe 2 skirts at that age. I was very upset by the Preacher's remarks, and my first thought was that God didn't care what I wore to church as long as I came to worship him. I also questioned what the Preacher said and thought, "Would God really want me to not go to Church because I don't have a nice dress or skirt to wear?" I know that the answer is no, but those are words that I will always remember and I think they have had a lasting impact on my Mother.
My Mom has not gone to Church in a really long time, and now that I have found an awesome Church I have been inviting her every chance that I get. Everytime she gives me some excuse like how she needs her hair cut, or she needs a nice dress to wear. I told my Mom over and over that God doesn't care what she wears, and even told her that there are more people at Center Pointe wearing pants, and shorts then there are wearing a skirt or dress. So then my Mom told me that she would like to get a new pair of pants and she hasn't had new shoes in a long time so she would like to get a new pair of shoes because she wanted to look nice to come to church with me. Last Weekend I invited her to Church once again and she rattled off her list of excuses, and I got kind of snippy with her and told her that there is always going to be an excuse if she keeps making excuses, and I reminded her once again that God doesn't care how new the pair of shoes she has on her feet are or if her hair was just cut.
My Mom did tell me that she would come to Church with me on high attendance Sunday this Sunday the 14th, and I certainly hope that she does.
After Church yesterday I picked my Mom up and me, My Mom, and Trish met Scott and Diana and their kids at Cici's Pizza for lunch. The first words out of Diana's mouth when she met my Mom was to me telling me that I should invite my Mom to Church next Sunday, and I told her that I already did. As we were leaving Cici's Pizza the last words out of Diana's mouth was to my Mom, and Diana said to her, "So we will see you next Sunday?" And my Mom said yes. We all know how Diana's....well we wont call it nagging...lets call it God persistantly working through Diana. So if My Mom doesn't come to Church Sunday then I am giving Diana her phone number and address...LOL.
I would appreciate it if everyone can add my Mom to their prayer list.
When I was about 12 years old me and My Mom were members of a Baptist church and were going every Sunday and Wednesday. Me and my Mom got Baptized around the same time at the church that we were going to. I remember one Sunday before Church on a day that I was wearing pants to church the preacher came up to my Mom who was standing beside me and said quietly to My Mom that now that we both are baptized that we might want to think about wearing a dress or skirt to Church. Let me add that I grew up poor and not having a lot of nice things; therefore it was not often that I got new clothes. I think I owned 1 maybe 2 skirts at that age. I was very upset by the Preacher's remarks, and my first thought was that God didn't care what I wore to church as long as I came to worship him. I also questioned what the Preacher said and thought, "Would God really want me to not go to Church because I don't have a nice dress or skirt to wear?" I know that the answer is no, but those are words that I will always remember and I think they have had a lasting impact on my Mother.
My Mom has not gone to Church in a really long time, and now that I have found an awesome Church I have been inviting her every chance that I get. Everytime she gives me some excuse like how she needs her hair cut, or she needs a nice dress to wear. I told my Mom over and over that God doesn't care what she wears, and even told her that there are more people at Center Pointe wearing pants, and shorts then there are wearing a skirt or dress. So then my Mom told me that she would like to get a new pair of pants and she hasn't had new shoes in a long time so she would like to get a new pair of shoes because she wanted to look nice to come to church with me. Last Weekend I invited her to Church once again and she rattled off her list of excuses, and I got kind of snippy with her and told her that there is always going to be an excuse if she keeps making excuses, and I reminded her once again that God doesn't care how new the pair of shoes she has on her feet are or if her hair was just cut.
My Mom did tell me that she would come to Church with me on high attendance Sunday this Sunday the 14th, and I certainly hope that she does.
After Church yesterday I picked my Mom up and me, My Mom, and Trish met Scott and Diana and their kids at Cici's Pizza for lunch. The first words out of Diana's mouth when she met my Mom was to me telling me that I should invite my Mom to Church next Sunday, and I told her that I already did. As we were leaving Cici's Pizza the last words out of Diana's mouth was to my Mom, and Diana said to her, "So we will see you next Sunday?" And my Mom said yes. We all know how Diana's....well we wont call it nagging...lets call it God persistantly working through Diana. So if My Mom doesn't come to Church Sunday then I am giving Diana her phone number and address...LOL.
I would appreciate it if everyone can add my Mom to their prayer list.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
My Path
Over the past few years I have been "looking" for a Church home. I put the word looking in quotation marks because I really wasn't doing much looking but when asked about Church or someone asking me about what Church I was going to I would always respond with the fact that I need to find a Church home, but I really didn't do anything about finding a Church home. Trish invited me to church with her once and I went and liked the church, but there were so many people there and it just didn't feel like home. Melissa invited me to church with her before too, and I always intended to go but never got around to it.
God has always been a part of life, but I have been guilty about forgetting about his presence at times. I have let certain people take me away from God, and I don't want to be the kind of person that turns to God only when things are going bad in my life. I want God to be a part of my life through the good times and the bad.
So about a year ago things seemed to be going pretty well in my life. I moved into a new apartment, I had a great job with a couple of promotions already, but I was still missing God in my life. Those that are reading this know Diana Smith I am sure. Well in March of 2007 I assisted in getting Diana hired at the company that I work for. Diana and I had a little falling out from an incident that occurred during work hours, and we came to the determination that she just wasn't able to work for me. Well I moved on to another department within the same company and gradually me and Diana began talking again and I can say that we are definitely friends. I have no idea why I felt the need to include all of that I did in this paragraph to get to the point that I was trying to make. Diana knew that I wasn't going to Church and every chance she got she would invite me to Church with her. At the time that she started asking me to go with her I believe that she was still going to Dove. I never ended up going to Dove with Diana. Diana then started going to Center Pointe Church in Goshen, OH, and every chance she got she would tell me about it. I know Diana loved going to Dove, but when she started going to Center Pointe she just seemed extra excited about it. I think it was literally every time that I would talk to Diana that she would invite me to Center Pointe. I'm not sure if it was God speaking to me or me trying to shut Diana up so she wouldn't ask me to go anymore, but I finally visited Center Pointe Church with Diana. I invited my roommate and best friend Trish to join me. I absolutely loved it. The people were amazing and so inviting, and the music was awesome, and the message was perfect. Me and Trish were always always busy people always had something going on every day, and minute of the weekend including Sunday. After my first visit to Center Pointe I felt myself looking forward to my next visit. Diana called me up after we left Church and asked me how I liked it and asked me if I would be coming the next Sunday, and I told her that I would.
I still do not know every one's names at Center Pointe, but I am learning. I find myself becoming very disappointed when I have to miss Church because of some other obligation. I went to Church this past Sunday and had somewhere to be right after Church therefore I rushed right out, and from what I read in Pastor Ray's blog I missed God's presence after the service.
Pastor Ray's message has a way of speaking just to me every Sunday, and I'm sure that other's feel the same way. I feel myself at times so in tuned to his message that I feel like I should be sitting on the edge of my seat waiting for what he will say next.
I am definitely thankful that God worked through Diana to get me to visit Center Pointe.
God has always been a part of life, but I have been guilty about forgetting about his presence at times. I have let certain people take me away from God, and I don't want to be the kind of person that turns to God only when things are going bad in my life. I want God to be a part of my life through the good times and the bad.
So about a year ago things seemed to be going pretty well in my life. I moved into a new apartment, I had a great job with a couple of promotions already, but I was still missing God in my life. Those that are reading this know Diana Smith I am sure. Well in March of 2007 I assisted in getting Diana hired at the company that I work for. Diana and I had a little falling out from an incident that occurred during work hours, and we came to the determination that she just wasn't able to work for me. Well I moved on to another department within the same company and gradually me and Diana began talking again and I can say that we are definitely friends. I have no idea why I felt the need to include all of that I did in this paragraph to get to the point that I was trying to make. Diana knew that I wasn't going to Church and every chance she got she would invite me to Church with her. At the time that she started asking me to go with her I believe that she was still going to Dove. I never ended up going to Dove with Diana. Diana then started going to Center Pointe Church in Goshen, OH, and every chance she got she would tell me about it. I know Diana loved going to Dove, but when she started going to Center Pointe she just seemed extra excited about it. I think it was literally every time that I would talk to Diana that she would invite me to Center Pointe. I'm not sure if it was God speaking to me or me trying to shut Diana up so she wouldn't ask me to go anymore, but I finally visited Center Pointe Church with Diana. I invited my roommate and best friend Trish to join me. I absolutely loved it. The people were amazing and so inviting, and the music was awesome, and the message was perfect. Me and Trish were always always busy people always had something going on every day, and minute of the weekend including Sunday. After my first visit to Center Pointe I felt myself looking forward to my next visit. Diana called me up after we left Church and asked me how I liked it and asked me if I would be coming the next Sunday, and I told her that I would.
I still do not know every one's names at Center Pointe, but I am learning. I find myself becoming very disappointed when I have to miss Church because of some other obligation. I went to Church this past Sunday and had somewhere to be right after Church therefore I rushed right out, and from what I read in Pastor Ray's blog I missed God's presence after the service.
Pastor Ray's message has a way of speaking just to me every Sunday, and I'm sure that other's feel the same way. I feel myself at times so in tuned to his message that I feel like I should be sitting on the edge of my seat waiting for what he will say next.
I am definitely thankful that God worked through Diana to get me to visit Center Pointe.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Decorating Cakes
Those of you that don't know me very well do not know that my biggest hobby is decorating cakes. Some day I would love to open my own bakery. The pictures that I have posted with this blog are pictures of cakes that I have made in the past. I have been doing it just for fun, and really haven't made any money off of it but it gets very expensive. I like to do creative cakes that look like something and not boring flowers. With some of my birthday money I recently purchased an airbrush kit to airbrush colors and designs on cakes. I haven't taken it for a spin yet, but hopefully soon. Please leave me comments. 
Updates
Many people have asked me if I have given up on blogging but it just seems like there are never enough hours in the day to even sit and have 5 minutes for myself let alone have time to type up a blog.
As far as my health I am doing pretty good now. I ended up going back to the hospital after the last blog I wrote and the Doctor changed my medicine and I started feeling better. I have an appointment on the 13th with a Cardiologists to have an EKG done to make sure that all of the inflammation and fluid build up around my heart is gone. I have been trying to take it easy per the doctor's orders.
I know that is not much of an update but that is all I have time for at the moment. I promise to write more later.
As far as my health I am doing pretty good now. I ended up going back to the hospital after the last blog I wrote and the Doctor changed my medicine and I started feeling better. I have an appointment on the 13th with a Cardiologists to have an EKG done to make sure that all of the inflammation and fluid build up around my heart is gone. I have been trying to take it easy per the doctor's orders.
I know that is not much of an update but that is all I have time for at the moment. I promise to write more later.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Okay so normally I don't write blogs, but I am kind of bored and its uncomfortable to lay down or sit still so I will try sitting in a chair for a few minutes. It doesn't hurt when I hold my breath, but I kind of have to breath...how about I explain what I am talking about.
Yesterday at work around 4:00 I started getting a slight uncomfortable pain in my chest, and it wasn't too bad. I figured it was just an air pocket or air bubble and that it would work it self out...wrong. Well around 6:00 when I got home from work it started getting gradually worse. I kept debating about going to the Hospital....partly because I don't like Doctors..and partly because if I went to the hospital then I knew that I would be there late and I would end up late for work or missing work today. It's crazy how I am in so much pain and almost in tears, but all I can think of is not missing work. My Boss is going on vacation tomorrow and I didn't want to over load her with my work load too if I had to call off. Well Trish took me to the hospital because she is an awesome friend. I am such a big baby too...everyone kept asking me on a scale of 1-10 where was my pain and my response usually was that I am a big baby and it probably doesn't hurt as bad as I think it does. Well they took me right back to get an EKG because I was having chest pains. It hurt so bad to breath so I kept holding my breath and then taking little short breaths, and the nurse told me that it wouldn't hurt as bad if I breathed normally...she lied...LOL. I told every doctor and nurse that I came in contact with that I was allergic to adhesives, and well 1 of the nurses put an IV thing in me to take like 6 vials of blood, and she started to put the sticky thing on there and I told her that I am allergic to adhesives, and that I didn't know specifically if I was allergic to the IV sticky thing or not. She didn't seem to be giving me any other options so I said that it would be okay if it is not that sticky. While I was waiting in the waiting room to get put in a room and the IV tape was itching and I tried to peel back some of it and it was extremely sticky and my arm was turning red. I asked a different nurse to look at it and she managed to take the stupid tape off and put on paper tape. Well the other nurse that put the sticky tape on my arm came over and asked what was wrong and the nurse told her that I was allergic to the tape, and the other nurse told her that I said that I was not allergic to that one. As soon as the other nurse walked away I told the nice nurse that I didn't say that and that what I said was that I didn't know if I was allergic to that specific one or not.
They then took me back to get X-rays of my chest. The Doctor said that the EKG and X-ray came back fine...well at this point my concern is what the heck is wrong with me? Well then the nurse gave me like 3 pain medicines and something for Nausea through the IV and told me that it would all kick in in about 5 minutes. Trish told me that 2 minutes later I was passed out.
Well then the doctor wanted to get a Cat Scan of my lungs to rule out Pleurisy (I have no idea if that's how it is spelled). Well I don't remember them rolling my bed over to have the Cat Scan done because I was kind of out of it. Well I remember the lady waking me up and making me move over to the Cat Scan bed. The nurse kept telling me to hold my hands over my head, well I kept dosing back off because of the medicine and the Nurse kept snapping at me to keep my arms up and she kept moving my arms up. I could tell that she was very aggravated with me, but I really didn't care...LOL
The doctor finally came in the room around 2:30am to give me the results, and by this point I was very groggy and feeling pretty good. The doctor said that I have something called Pericarditis. It is infection and inflammation of the sac that surrounds the heart, usually brought on by a virus of the Pericardial sac that surrounds the heart. The doctor sent me home with a prescription for Percocet and Naproxen. Percocet for the pain, and Naproxen to get rid of the inflammation. I have never heard of Pericarditis; therefore I really do not know how serious it is. I have no idea if it goes away and never comes back, or if it will come back and me needing to continue medication. I have a follow up visit with my normal physician on Monday so hopefully she will be able to answer all of my questions.
We got home after 3:00 in the morning and Trish had to be up at like 5:45 to get ready for work.
The doctor ordered me to rest and to be off work for 5 days....I am assuming that he means 5 consecutive days and not just Monday - Friday. I hated calling into work today because I know there was a lot to do and my Boss is on vacation starting tomorrow, and I hated to put my work load on her too. I am not going to be at work tomorrow either, because I am taking the doctors orders seriously and getting some rest. I even asked the Doctor if I was allowed to work from home, and he said sure if I wanted to see him back in the hospital next week. I don't like going to the Hospital so I am going to do my best to get rest and take my medicine.
We couldn't find a pharmacy open at 3:00 this morning, so I had to wait until today to get my prescription filled. I was kind of worried because Trish doesn't normally get off work until like 3:30pm, and I didn't know if I could wait that long for my medicine. I woke up shortly after 8 this morning and I still had pain in my chest and it hurt to breath. I tried getting a hold of my Mom so that she could fill my prescriptions and I couldn't a hold of her. I didn't want to go get the medicine myself because I still felt groggy and it exhausted me just to get up and walk to the other side of the room because of my chest hurting; therefore I didn't think that the greatest idea would be to drive my car. Trish called me at like 9:00 this morning to tell me that work was slow and that she was given the option of getting off at 12:00 and that she would be able to get my prescriptions filled. My Mom then finally called me back and her and my brother were going to come over to check on me. I asked my Mom to pick up my prescriptions so that Trish could come home and get some sleep since she we didn't get home until after 3 in the morning. Meanwhile Christy from work called me because she had heard that I had been to the hospital and didn't have my prescription filled from my Boss Lyn. Christy offered to go pick up my medicine for me. I was very touched that Christy offered to do that for me. I thanked her and told her that I should have my prescription filled soon.
I still have a pain in my chest and it hurts when I breath in deeply. I am due for some more medicine here in a few minutes so hopefully that will help to knock me on my butt so that I can get some sleep.
Wow for never blogging this seems to be a pretty long one. Thanks to anyone who was patient enough to read all of my ranting. Comments are definitely appreciated.
Yesterday at work around 4:00 I started getting a slight uncomfortable pain in my chest, and it wasn't too bad. I figured it was just an air pocket or air bubble and that it would work it self out...wrong. Well around 6:00 when I got home from work it started getting gradually worse. I kept debating about going to the Hospital....partly because I don't like Doctors..and partly because if I went to the hospital then I knew that I would be there late and I would end up late for work or missing work today. It's crazy how I am in so much pain and almost in tears, but all I can think of is not missing work. My Boss is going on vacation tomorrow and I didn't want to over load her with my work load too if I had to call off. Well Trish took me to the hospital because she is an awesome friend. I am such a big baby too...everyone kept asking me on a scale of 1-10 where was my pain and my response usually was that I am a big baby and it probably doesn't hurt as bad as I think it does. Well they took me right back to get an EKG because I was having chest pains. It hurt so bad to breath so I kept holding my breath and then taking little short breaths, and the nurse told me that it wouldn't hurt as bad if I breathed normally...she lied...LOL. I told every doctor and nurse that I came in contact with that I was allergic to adhesives, and well 1 of the nurses put an IV thing in me to take like 6 vials of blood, and she started to put the sticky thing on there and I told her that I am allergic to adhesives, and that I didn't know specifically if I was allergic to the IV sticky thing or not. She didn't seem to be giving me any other options so I said that it would be okay if it is not that sticky. While I was waiting in the waiting room to get put in a room and the IV tape was itching and I tried to peel back some of it and it was extremely sticky and my arm was turning red. I asked a different nurse to look at it and she managed to take the stupid tape off and put on paper tape. Well the other nurse that put the sticky tape on my arm came over and asked what was wrong and the nurse told her that I was allergic to the tape, and the other nurse told her that I said that I was not allergic to that one. As soon as the other nurse walked away I told the nice nurse that I didn't say that and that what I said was that I didn't know if I was allergic to that specific one or not.
They then took me back to get X-rays of my chest. The Doctor said that the EKG and X-ray came back fine...well at this point my concern is what the heck is wrong with me? Well then the nurse gave me like 3 pain medicines and something for Nausea through the IV and told me that it would all kick in in about 5 minutes. Trish told me that 2 minutes later I was passed out.
Well then the doctor wanted to get a Cat Scan of my lungs to rule out Pleurisy (I have no idea if that's how it is spelled). Well I don't remember them rolling my bed over to have the Cat Scan done because I was kind of out of it. Well I remember the lady waking me up and making me move over to the Cat Scan bed. The nurse kept telling me to hold my hands over my head, well I kept dosing back off because of the medicine and the Nurse kept snapping at me to keep my arms up and she kept moving my arms up. I could tell that she was very aggravated with me, but I really didn't care...LOL
The doctor finally came in the room around 2:30am to give me the results, and by this point I was very groggy and feeling pretty good. The doctor said that I have something called Pericarditis. It is infection and inflammation of the sac that surrounds the heart, usually brought on by a virus of the Pericardial sac that surrounds the heart. The doctor sent me home with a prescription for Percocet and Naproxen. Percocet for the pain, and Naproxen to get rid of the inflammation. I have never heard of Pericarditis; therefore I really do not know how serious it is. I have no idea if it goes away and never comes back, or if it will come back and me needing to continue medication. I have a follow up visit with my normal physician on Monday so hopefully she will be able to answer all of my questions.
We got home after 3:00 in the morning and Trish had to be up at like 5:45 to get ready for work.
The doctor ordered me to rest and to be off work for 5 days....I am assuming that he means 5 consecutive days and not just Monday - Friday. I hated calling into work today because I know there was a lot to do and my Boss is on vacation starting tomorrow, and I hated to put my work load on her too. I am not going to be at work tomorrow either, because I am taking the doctors orders seriously and getting some rest. I even asked the Doctor if I was allowed to work from home, and he said sure if I wanted to see him back in the hospital next week. I don't like going to the Hospital so I am going to do my best to get rest and take my medicine.
We couldn't find a pharmacy open at 3:00 this morning, so I had to wait until today to get my prescription filled. I was kind of worried because Trish doesn't normally get off work until like 3:30pm, and I didn't know if I could wait that long for my medicine. I woke up shortly after 8 this morning and I still had pain in my chest and it hurt to breath. I tried getting a hold of my Mom so that she could fill my prescriptions and I couldn't a hold of her. I didn't want to go get the medicine myself because I still felt groggy and it exhausted me just to get up and walk to the other side of the room because of my chest hurting; therefore I didn't think that the greatest idea would be to drive my car. Trish called me at like 9:00 this morning to tell me that work was slow and that she was given the option of getting off at 12:00 and that she would be able to get my prescriptions filled. My Mom then finally called me back and her and my brother were going to come over to check on me. I asked my Mom to pick up my prescriptions so that Trish could come home and get some sleep since she we didn't get home until after 3 in the morning. Meanwhile Christy from work called me because she had heard that I had been to the hospital and didn't have my prescription filled from my Boss Lyn. Christy offered to go pick up my medicine for me. I was very touched that Christy offered to do that for me. I thanked her and told her that I should have my prescription filled soon.
I still have a pain in my chest and it hurts when I breath in deeply. I am due for some more medicine here in a few minutes so hopefully that will help to knock me on my butt so that I can get some sleep.
Wow for never blogging this seems to be a pretty long one. Thanks to anyone who was patient enough to read all of my ranting. Comments are definitely appreciated.
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