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Deborah, To God be the Glory, great things He hath done!! So happy for you. Take care. Enjoy the manic feeling while it lasts - you deserve it! Debra ----- Original Message ----- From: "Deborah Setzer" <[log in to unmask]> To: <[log in to unmask]> Sent: Tuesday, May 07, 2002 10:31 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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