tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91172736597550460582012-02-16T20:32:36.981-08:00Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08930212742343100584noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9117273659755046058.post-34245575307719985012008-06-17T18:52:00.001-07:002008-06-17T18:52:47.076-07:00<span xmlns=''/><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9117273659755046058-3424557530771998501?l=oddityart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08930212742343100584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9117273659755046058.post-63748133020495204442007-06-24T19:29:00.000-07:002007-06-24T19:31:33.477-07:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">I am happy to say that I am out of the hospital, at home and recovering. This stay was less hellish than usual, though I did come home with the usual gripes. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">For example, I was repeatedly woken up at 5:00 am by the same med student, <i style="">just </i>so he could earn some extra brownie points by listening to my heart and lungs. (A good ten to fifteen people listened to my heart and lungs per day starting at seven, so there was no reason to bother me at five, just in case you were wondering.) Do these people KNOW they are being obscenely rude?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">It’s a long shot, but just in case I see him again I am bringing a container of (sour?) chocolate milk to my 2-week checkup. If he’s there, I plan to dump it on his nice clean doctor’s jacket and laugh maniacally.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style=""> </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9117273659755046058-6374813302049520444?l=oddityart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08930212742343100584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9117273659755046058.post-30644307706158905112007-06-15T19:12:00.000-07:002007-06-15T19:18:52.022-07:00I got out of the hospital today!<br /><br />Being fair, I don't think I ever posted here that I was IN the hospital in the first place.<br /><br />But I was, and now I'm out.<br /><br />It's amazing how a hospital stay feels like being in prison. As a minor, all the medical rights you have are automatically transferred to your parents. Theoretically this means any and all treatments and therapies must get mom and dad's approval first.<br />It's when you get down to the tiny things, that when it gets really miserable.<br /><br />I'm going to try to explain some more of this once I'm not quite as high on pain pills.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9117273659755046058-3064430770615890511?l=oddityart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08930212742343100584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9117273659755046058.post-67011361018950446852007-06-07T00:35:00.000-07:002007-06-07T00:48:06.488-07:00Today was a big day today for me. We talked with Dr. Freeman, someone off the surgical team, and Echo Meyer (she's a psychologist, I think).<br />The gist of everything is that I will probably need surgery, though we need to do more tests before I can be cleared.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9117273659755046058-6701136101895044685?l=oddityart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08930212742343100584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9117273659755046058.post-12786433076632069912007-05-25T23:31:00.000-07:002007-05-25T23:42:59.776-07:00<p class="MsoNormal"> My veins hate me. Today I busted* two IVs, both which were replaced with much pain and irritation. I now have an authentic set of hip-hop druggie arms. Yea.</p><p class="MsoNormal"> Find yourself needing an IV or a blood draw? Here are some tips.<br /></p><ul><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Drink lots of fluid beforehand.</span> It dosn't matter what kind, water, tea, soda- anything. This makes your veins plump and juicy, making it much easier to find.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Request the best. </span>Most teaching hospitals will let interns do blood draws. Not good unless you enjoy being treated like a pincushion.</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't Scream.</span> The evil people with the needles are people too. Be nice.</li></ul>*This happens when the tiny little plastic bit slips out of the vein and into surrounding muscle tissue.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9117273659755046058-1278643307663206991?l=oddityart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08930212742343100584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9117273659755046058.post-88277471962102292712007-05-25T23:14:00.000-07:002007-05-25T23:15:51.895-07:00So, currently I'm in the hospital right now for some Chron's related crap.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9117273659755046058-8827747196210229271?l=oddityart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08930212742343100584noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9117273659755046058.post-6618631939716128452006-12-04T08:23:00.000-08:002006-12-04T08:25:28.252-08:00Yea! First post for Me!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9117273659755046058-661863193971612845?l=oddityart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08930212742343100584noreply@blogger.com1