autumn-rains

I haven't fallen off the face of the planet. I just don't really have much to say since this is a public journal; what I'm about to write is pretty personal. These 3 crappy words have become my reality - double lung transplant. But look at the bright side. I wouldn't need oxygen 24/7 and my husband wouldn't have to hear "F#&ing (https://www.deviantart.com/ing) GARBAGE CAN!!!!" every time I get my tubing caught on it, which is just about daily... haha. :p WHY CAN'T I BEAT THE GARBAGE CAN BOSS?!

"You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all she's left. Your heart can be empty because you can't see her, or you can be full of the love you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember her only that she is gone, or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back. Or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on." --David Harkins

If I compiled a list of all of the weird and fail things I've seen during my hospital stays, I'd have... well, a really long list. High calorie meals ordered = two cups of diet iced tea, instead of one! OMG AN EXTRA CALORIE, APPLAUSE. Diet sorbet also aids in weight gain, apparently. How about a confused old lady wandering the hall and singing at 4AM, or that dude who kept pulling his clothes off for no apparent reason? Entertainment consists of bad television shows, and if I'm lucky, watching the local peregrine falcon ding pigeons and starlings outside the window. Occasionally I fantasize about slamming my IV pole in the elevator door,