Friday, November 27, 2015
Ever since I can remember I've had trouble with getting food lodged in my esophagus. It's annoying, sure, but it's just something I live with. 99 out of 100 times it's no problem. I drink Coke or tea, but for more serious times I drink apple cider vinegar or oil and water. Most of the time it works to push everything down.
Unfortunately it's that one time out of a hundred that gets me every time. I hate hospitals! You have no idea how much I hate hospitals! I will do anything to avoid them. However, after 24 hours have passed and the food is still there and I'm exhausted from trying to move it, I give up and go to the hospital.
I've been to all the downtown hospitals in my 20 years here and to me Mount Sinai was the best. Well not anymore! Let me tell you about my experience this time.
I can deal with some of the doctors and nurses doing this weird thing where they begin directly asking me questions and then asking the people with me what's wrong with me. I want to scream "Hello! I'm still here! I didn't just disappear!"
And sure I could understand that they were too busy to take me to the operating room right away. They seemed very busy. And sure I groaned a bit when they told me I had to spend the night in a very uncomfortable cot situated in the very brightly lit and noisy hallway of the emergency room (they usually put me in a quiet little cubicle). But I could see that they were renovating so I just shrugged and dealt with it.
I didn't get angry until they woke me up and told me my procedure wouldn't be until 5 o'clock. I said "AM?" To which they said "No, PM." I just about lost it because they knew I hadn't eaten or had anything to drink in over 24 hours. Plus it's been drummed into my head over these few years that it's very dangerous to leave food in my esophagus for long periods of time because the food can either go into my lungs or perforate my esophagus!
So I was finally taken up to a room to wait until 5. Lucy was with me and she was great. We watched Netflix and scratched lottery tickets. But by 5pm I was feeling nuts because nobody had given me an IV for fluids. Can you imagine that!?! I asked for one and pointed out that it had been 48 hours since I'd had something to drink or eat. Isn't that terrible!?! They gave me one of course, but they never apologized for not giving me one earlier.
Well hours passed, and I was told that I'd have to spend another night there. I almost went berserk! Never in my life had I had to spend two nights waiting for a 20 minute procedure! Considering the seriousness of my condition, what the hell were they thinking!?!
Well anyway at 2pm the next day they FINALLY took me to the operating room. They were all very nice, and I thought the anaesthesiologist was cute. That's good! They told me that they found a HUGE piece of cheese blocking the hole to my stomach (personally, I thing it was tofu).
I was so happy that it was over and I could go home! I was happy until a harpy of a doctor told me "This must never happen again." She told Lucy that all my workers had to start "cutting the cheese" and other types of food. Angrily, I told her it's up to me to tell my employees, not her! Again, the doctor said "this can't happen again!" And it made me feel like I couldn't go back to the hospital again. It also made me feel like they were being hypocritical because they had endangered my life by not doing the procedure earlier and by not checking my hydration.
I've lived with this condition all my life and I know accidents happen. Once when I was a teenager my mom was giving me a piece of cake with huge pieces of walnut on it. She thought she had taken all of them off but one got stuck in my throat.
Accidents happen, especially to me
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Oh my god! It's been 24 hours since I came here to Mount Saini Hospital and 52 hours since I have ate or drank. I'm so frustrated and exhausted because the kept giving me tests and x-rays, and kept postponing my procedure. Now they say I need to wait until the morning to have it done.
Kill me now!
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Monday, November 23, 2015
It was a good and productive day.
My building put a new smoke alarm in my apartment, and they promised to fix the taps of my sink.
I bought vitamins at Whole Health, and drugs for pain at Shoppers.
At College Park, I picked up my speech from The Printing House; made a dentist appointment; and bought gift bags at Dollarama.
Afterwards, I went to Loblaws and bought groceries.
I was happy that I got so much done, and I was planninng on finishing my most recent painting after dinner.
Unfortunately, some food got stuck in my throat and it won't move.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Saturday, November 21, 2015
Friday, November 20, 2015
I'm tired. Last night my mind just wouldn't allow me to go to sleep. It picked and nagged at me, making me stay up until 3am writing emails. And, at 7am, my mind woke me up (and kept me awake), insisting that I keep on working.
The nagging isn't the worst part, though. It's the berating, over and over, about my imperfections. And the worrying - oh my god, the worrying! The state of the world; getting Hershey's teeth cleaned; getting my teeth cleaned; the small, flat mole on my thigh seeming to grow slightly.
Was I having a heart attack or a panic attack?
Was I dying? Did I care?
Mind, stop TORTURING ME! I need to sleep tonight, so please SHUT UP!
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
One by one I'm crossing off my mental list:
- Picked up prescription
- Purchased cat food from vet
- Picked up package from post office
- Signed my employees' paycheques
- Replied to important emails
- Bought birthday gift for friend
Tomorrow, I'll focus upon my painting or my speech - or upon both!
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Words. Lots and lots were used today in emails, texts, and phone calls.
I arranged for a custom made piece of Plexiglas to be delivered to my home sometime next week. It's going to go on top of my kitchen table to protect my new tablecloth from cat claws.
I contacted customers about their orders and contacted some of my friends whom I hadn't heard from in awhile. Plus, I contacted my friend Lynn, who's a speech/language pathologist at U of T, to ask what time she wanted me to give my talk to her class next week.
Tomorrow, I need to work on the aforementioned speech; order more cat food; get a prescription re-filled; sign cheques; work on the current employees' schedule; reply to more emails; and, find time to paint.
No rest for the wicked!
Monday, November 16, 2015
Sunday, November 15, 2015
I had such a great day at the market yesterday. It was one of those days when people were super chatty and friendly, and who were so into my artwork and merchandise that they bought tons of it!
Don't get me wrong, this was a great boost for my finances and for my confidence. It is so gratifying to see how much people appreciate my art! Two customers even asked me to paint portraits for them.
And yet ... during November and December I know that I'll be EXTREMELY busy painting pictures; designing my images so that I can order more merch to sell at the market or online. It's like some crazy never-ending merry-go-round!
Fortunately, I Don't Get Tired!
Saturday, November 14, 2015
I took my friend Laura out to dinner at Cafe California as a belated birthday present. (Her birthday was on November 5th.)
We ate, drank, chatted, and laughed. Dinner was my birthday present to Laura, but she also gave me gifts: socks with cats on them and, from her partner AJ, a book on Coronation Street.
After dinner, we went and bought beer; chocolate bourbon liqueur; two kinds of chips; and a container of ice cream.
If that wasn't enough fun, we also watched Magic Mike XXL!
Oh what a great night!