I was finally admitted to the hospital yesterday. I was back in the ER because I started having seziures and it scared the crap out of Trent.
The full-brain radiation has made my brain swell, so they are trying to reduce the swelling.
The real nightmare is that I have food allergies that the hospital cannot accommodate. They’ve already tried to kill me twice.
Trent had to battle with security to bring me food. They didn’t feed me for two days. It has been a nightmare which included throwing up in my mask. I do not recommend doing that ever. two thumbs down.
But my night nurse is more than happy to help Trent with the great food and coffee smuggling past security later this morning.
We just got back from seeing my radiation oncologist as a follow-up to the ER visit. It was radiation side-effects that had me in the ER. She said that aside from what brought me to the ER things are looking promising on their end. She said this next week is hell week. She said the first week AFTER full-brain radiation is really bad.
I am mostly battling the effects of the brain tumors. They have been presenting themselves as stroke symptoms. So I am in physical therapy mostly to relearn how to use the left side of my body. I am relearning how to talk, type, walk, etc. Cutting things up in the kitchen can be a scary ordeal.
Trent and I were talking and the two of us came up with a super crazy idea to work my brain through this. I wrote 1000 words on my book in progress before my appointment, so I was kind of on a writing high while I was there.
So here’s the crazy, don’t freak out, my doc was instigating some of this and thinks it will be really good for me. Starting June 1 (so I can rest through hell week.) I am going to write 100 short stories in 200 days. (That ends the challenge a couple weeks before Christmas, which is when my parents normally come to visit.) Trent said I work better and seem happier when I am writing under a challenge. 100/200 gives me flex days and time to work on my books too.)
I know it sounds crazy. But my doc said I need to be working against the tumors and said this is how I can put up a big fight.
We had to go to the ER Sunday because I couldn’t keep any food or meds down. They gave me some meds to help with that. We’re home again and so far, I’m doing better. I also had a horrible headache which worried them because of the brain tumors. Unfortunately the med for that was the one causing the stomach issues.