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Deborah...C O N G R A T U L A T I O N S!!!! "The Great Escape from the Hospital" story is terrific...........Enjoy every precious minute of your new found freedom....stay well...Joan Hartman ----- Original Message ----- From: Deborah Setzer To: [log in to unmask] Sent: 5/7/02 10:31:47 AM Subject: I'm Free At Last! Good News Everyone, I got myself booted out of the hospital yesterday. SHE'S FREE! This feat in itself is worth comment. I only slept 4 hours night before last but woke full of vim and vigor. (Major Understatement) Nothing hurt, I was bouncing off the walls, speeking fast, shuffling a little faster than usual... )You can drag that foot a little faster when you are motivatted) The doc came in and asked how I was feeling. I asked him to go look out the window for lightening. To my amazement, he actually went to the window and looked, turned back to me and said, "it looks like a clear day." Oh, really...wow... I'm almost scared to say it, I FEEL GOOD! Nothing hurts! He smiled and told me to get the heck out of here before I got sick. Said that the steroids that he put me on were once again wiping out my immune system and I needed to get away from there. YEAH BUDDY..... I WAS GIVEN THE KEY TO ESCAPE FROM THE TORTURE CHAMBER. Robert arrived just a few minutes later with a change of clotes for me to put on. I had barely eaten all week and was anticipating slinking into my jeans and shirt. HA! I put on my jeans, flab rolling off the waist (You must understand that just one year ago I was 117 lbs and wore a size 4). Then I put on the silk blouse, size L, and looked down... where did they come from?.... monster boobies.... there must have been a 4 inch gap between the buttons. It would not have been possible to button that shirt without a corset. I could see it now, Deb leaving the hospital mimicking something from a Madona video with her bra showing and a wrap of clothing anging over the shoulders to give the illusion of being dressed. Problem with this analogy is that I wasn't wearing one of those fancy lace bra's no sir ree... I had the old maw maw type on that simply functions to keep those suckers up off of the knees. Second option, jeans and a hospital gown..naaa..not my style. So hubby goes to the $5.00 store and gets me an XL USA pride T-Shirt, comes back, loads the car and we escape. The doc had wanted us to go by his office on the way home so that he could give me samples of a medication to try for pain before I bought the prescription since I seem to blow up in a red rash looking at pills these days. On the drive over, I sang, giggles, talked, talked, talked, giggled, and kept repeating how GREAT I was feeling. By this time Robert is really getting concerned.. I don't think he has ever seen me this way. Then a moment of silence hit.... the light bulb went off... STEROIDS....I'm MANIC. Cool feeling. Then I recounted to Robert the story of my Aunt Lavenia who when put on steroids not only cleaned her whole house, but made new drapes from scratch for every room, baked a meal for the entire church for Sunday AND was caught at 6:30 in the morning by one of her children up on her roof mopping the shingles. She simply stated that she didn't remember ever having done that before and thought that they might be dirty by now and then continued what she was doing. If you could of seen Roberts face. Wish I had a picture as this dear man is looking at me trying to keep his composure and not speak the words that he is obviously thinking so loud that the people in the next car could hear. We arrive at the doc's office. Robert makes sure that he talks to the doc. Dr. Raad just smiles when he's asked, "What drug is making her so..uh.... hyper?: Dr. Raad says steroids. He tells Robert that I probably won't be sleeping much and that I will be having mood swings and then he looks him in the eye, puts his hand on his shoulder and says, put on your seat belt, this is going to be one wild ride. Then the doc looks at me and giggles, looks back at Robert and says, call me in the morning if you need to. Well, we go home, pack a suitcase and drive to Myrtle Beach, get a room and here we are. 9 stories above the water, ocean breeze filling the room,laptop in hand, coffee machine brewing and I'm just as manic today as I was yesterday. I have about 3 more weeks of steroids and am loving this window away from pain. Hugs and warm fuzzies, Deborah _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com If you do not wish to belong to shydrager, you may unsubscribe by sending a blank email to [log in to unmask] Your use of Yahoo! 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