Guess what?!

 My pneumonia has moved from my right lung to my left, I mean, that’s only fair right? I begged BEGGED my doctor not to admit me back into the hospital. She thinks I’ve become resistant to the third antibiotic I was on so, stoked about that. Now I’m on two more, I love that for me. 

Under caution my husband allowed my YM to speak with me. It went well. We’ll see. 

I’ve decided to jump onto the Hot Toddy party bus to help me from coughing up any vital organs. Living the dream, baby!! 

Have not forgotten the crisis of faith thing but, as things can be, it’s a little fluid right now. Thought I’d landed in my little box but… while in the hospital I had this dream that would knock your socks off. Processing that. Could have been the heavy duty pain meds, might not have been…..And, I’m processing.

I had great, I mean fantastic, nurses while I was inside. We talked about the weird shit they see and hear in the hospital and how every room has had multiple people die in them. How some are super scary. Voices, feeling touched… I sopped it all up. These deep religious talks, the 22 yr old nurse ( a fucking RN! Genius) whose parents own a crematorium and a funeral home and how she wants to be a coroner, who came into my room to CRY. She walked in and sat down to tell me that she just saw a woman die in the most horrific way that she was scared to tell her nurse buddies that it rocked her. The woman was basically cut in half and screaming bloody murder. She chose to speak to me about it, what an honor. The nurse whose 10 year old son had died the week before. The courage that must take is unimaginable. 

The food delivery guys. So young. So open and wanting to talk. One came into to tell me that he’d been up all night so he took 4 large monster drinks. I asked if it was worth it and he said “ oh, damn! Totally” made me laugh until I told him not to explode that heart of his!

Daniel, that one nurse that takes your vitals. Sweet smile with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. I teased him about not reporting high blood pressure readings when they happened. Told him I’d pay him. We laughed. When he left for his week off he told the nurse replacing him to take extra good care of “ Ma’am Johnson” because I’m special ❤️.

Then there was one, just one nurse that was such a twat that we had this adversarial relationship. Why? Because my husband asked her to come when I asked for pain meds instead of fucking off for an hour…. Those are my words, not his. So what did she do???? She stopped bringing my medications…. ANY of them. She’d come into my room at 3am and turn the lights on and walk the fuck out! I had to ask other nurses for my meds. One night I got a really bad bloody nose. It was from the oxygen tube. She came in two hours later  4am, took a fist full of these long swabs, douched them in water pushing my head back so I choked!!! I fucking choked!!  

Her name? Princess. Ya. Seriously. Well she fucked with the wrong person without a working right lung and…. She no longer works there. I worked to fuck her up like I was getting paid. They were STUNNED! But I also have three other nurses and one pulmonologist nurse who witnessed some things she’d done. They’d reported her too. 

Princess, bitch, please! I’m Scottish! 🤣

Oh man, let’s see which song????

I saw a woman on some singing show sing this song and immediately went to find the original. Deeply love its raw beauty!

How could you by Jesse Murph