I'm feeling a little overwhelmed about blogging my Christmas. So I'm not going to right now. Let me just thank everyone who made it great. It was wonderful.
So my last early morning trip to the hospital was on New Years Eve. I promised myself I would shower that morning and wear something cute so the nurses could see what I used to look like. I didnt because it meant getting up 30 minutes earlier.
But they still love me. After they pulled the PICC line out (good news, the heart palpitations stopped when it came out, so it was doing something crazy to me) they sang me a graduation song which I bawled through. I just couldn't believe they were letting me go (with apparently good reason as I'm suppose to start my shots today and its not going to happen, I think I deserve a few days off). Hanging out with nurses has made me want to be one again. Its not likely, but I can dream.
I have to thank Jennie, Stephanie, Vicki and Cassie for the rides. Good times in that awful place.
Im so ready to wake up. My kids grew a whole month without me. I would crawl out of bed at 4 in the afternoon and Luke would run to me "mommy, you awake!!" Like it was a novelty to see me out of bed.
One of my new years resolutions is to blog more. Lots goes on every day when your awake.