(Note from Chris: Alison started this Sunday, June 15. She was in the hospital from June 13–17.)
I just want
to be normal. I am writing today from the hospital, where I have been since
Friday. I was supposed to have Botox, but went to the emergency department instead.
My white blood cell count was a bit high, so poisoning myself that day was probably
not the best idea. Monday afternoon was supposed to be my first-ever
acupuncture appointment. I obviously saw enough needles to last me a week
during my extended weekend away. Ha. Back to being normal. You would think physicians
would be nice, but not exactly. I already feel extra anxious because I can’t
talk and don’t need help feeling stupid. Yes, my magnesium and potassium were a
bit low, which I’m guessing could’ve been because my food was withheld for
three days…but I don’t know…I was not given the opportunity to ask the doctor.
Best quote of my weekend: “I didn’t know hospitals were in the business of starving
people to death.” That little gem can be attributed to Chris Wilson. The nurses
and aides all did great—it’s just that I fell through some doctor-shaped cracks.
I have intentionally not said which hospital. Those of you who know…know. I
feel like if I could talk again, or could be normal, things would be different.
I also think people in healthcare would be acutely aware of special needs
situations, but alas.