I’ve been in the hospital for an asthma attack for about two days now, and I’ve gotten to the point where I just unplug my own I.V. and heart monitor cables to get around to the bathroom or to get a change of clothes out of my backpack that’s across the room, etc.
Because these people seriously take at least half an hour (I’ve timed it three times) to answer my call button.
‘Xcuse my bladder right now.
Up side? This albuterol is making my skin super fresh and I’ve lost like 15 pounds because I’ve been too nauseous to eat for almost four days.
Actually, the losing weight part isn’t that exciting. I look kinda pale and anorexic, but listen. That just means I can eat as many empanadas and as much pasta as I want once I get the fuck outta here, mang.
Oh, and I called into work and was like, hey, not comin’ into work for a while. So. Bye.
Ok, my heart monitor is beeping. I should prolly lie down. Tumblr gets me worked up, apparently.
Nurses give no fucks.
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confettidancefloor said:
Feel better meow! <3
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petitessedespassions said:
Get well soon!
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bcot510 said:
thats crazy. my sister has bad asthma too, one time i had to drive her to the emergency room because she couldn’t breathe and was out of albuterol. i hope you get better quick! also we need to chat more i recall that we used to
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jamiedrew said:
Mate, I hope you’re alright. Don’t die on us or anything, and give the hospital staff some hell while you’re not dying.
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