This morning I had a doctor’s appointment. I was actually feeling pretty good, better than either of the two prior weeks. I was armed with questions about maybe relaxing some of my restrictions, you know, like the wheelchair.
Well, she examined me, and without going into the gory details, I will just say that she did not like what she saw, and sent me back to the hospital for three more weeks.
She doesn’t want a 31 week baby, but she can live with a 34 week baby, I guess.
My appointment was at 9:40, although I wasn’t actually seen until much later than that. Nevertheless, I was in the hospital by 12:00 noon. Since I wasn’t planning for this, I didn’t have any of my hospital survival kit, namely the computer. I sent a list of needs and wants with my mother-in-law, then waited until Jeff arrived with all my stuff.
Well, that’s my news. Not exactly good news, but not terrible either. The nurses and hospital staff all welcomed me back with opened arms.
Hang in there. What room are you in? Emmett and I have to go out to the grocery tomorrow… anything special we can get for you???
I’m in room 263.
Man. I just think it is rather UNCOOL that you go to the appt hoping to get wheelchair approval, and instead you get a hospital bed.
The Soup Nazi from Sienfeld keeps ringing in my ears
“No Wheelchair for YOU!” 🙂
Wish I could be there to visit. But you can call me ANYTIME.
Oh my heck girl! that is all I can say
Bummer about being back. Will they at least let you ride in a wheelchair around the hospital?
Sigh. Well, at least you had a little break from the hospital… Keep it up, though. You’re so close to a much healthier time for Gaby. Every day helps. You can do this.
If they won’t let you have a wheelchair in the hospital…how about a motorized bed?
Well at least you were home for Easter.