Fist off I want to say a HUGE thanks to all the well-wishers, gift-buyers and comment-leavers, your kind words were very much appreciated.
And now...I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
I guess a lot of you have heard what happened to me. If not, hear's the lowdown. It's not pretty but luckily after 2 weeks in hospital I have far more important things to do than type up all the details, so you'll get an abridged version
Sometime during Thursday 7th (I'm not sure exacty when, I spent the day drifting in and out of consciousness) I nearly died. Yes yes I know I use that phrase a lot. 'AFI were so good I nearly died.' 'OMG that car over there nearly hit me, I SO almost died.' But when you spend a few hours surrounded by a team of doctors fighting to save your life...I guess that really does come under the near death catagory. Somehow, I contracted septicemea. I went into septic shock, and very nearly didn't come out again. I was rushed to hospital in an ambulance (I got blue flashing lights and everything) after xfloorpunchx told my Mum something wasn't quite right with me. Well, turns out there was quite a lot wrong with me. I don't remember a lot, and from what I've been told that's a good thing...think ER-style drama...I only remember having all my piercings cut out (my GOD that hurt, enough to break through my stupor) and waking up to make sure my Mum had called in sick for work for me...and then it was Friday and I was in intensive care and I was alive, only I have an oxygen tank and 7 intravenous lines (including 3 straight into my jugular and one into the artery on my wrist) and a nice hole in my back from 4 lumbar punctures...but I'm alive. 40% chance of recovery upon revival? Thanks mate, but I'm tuffer than that. So...12 days and countless drips and injections and blood tests and druqs (shudder later, I'm home. I have to take 16 tablets a day so I don't die. If I get another infection, even a little one, I'd be too weak to fight it. So I gotta take me pills. This, from a girl who's taken paracetemol maybe 4 times in the last 3 years.
So yes. Expect to find me milking the 'but I almost died' card for a while. I refuse to take it seriously. I really can't think about the fact that one minute I was sitting on the sofa and the next I was in hospital...and in between, I came within a hairs breadth of...not exsisting. My brain just kinda doesn't work when I think about it.
Ah well. All's well that ends well.
<3discoX
And now...I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
I guess a lot of you have heard what happened to me. If not, hear's the lowdown. It's not pretty but luckily after 2 weeks in hospital I have far more important things to do than type up all the details, so you'll get an abridged version
Sometime during Thursday 7th (I'm not sure exacty when, I spent the day drifting in and out of consciousness) I nearly died. Yes yes I know I use that phrase a lot. 'AFI were so good I nearly died.' 'OMG that car over there nearly hit me, I SO almost died.' But when you spend a few hours surrounded by a team of doctors fighting to save your life...I guess that really does come under the near death catagory. Somehow, I contracted septicemea. I went into septic shock, and very nearly didn't come out again. I was rushed to hospital in an ambulance (I got blue flashing lights and everything) after xfloorpunchx told my Mum something wasn't quite right with me. Well, turns out there was quite a lot wrong with me. I don't remember a lot, and from what I've been told that's a good thing...think ER-style drama...I only remember having all my piercings cut out (my GOD that hurt, enough to break through my stupor) and waking up to make sure my Mum had called in sick for work for me...and then it was Friday and I was in intensive care and I was alive, only I have an oxygen tank and 7 intravenous lines (including 3 straight into my jugular and one into the artery on my wrist) and a nice hole in my back from 4 lumbar punctures...but I'm alive. 40% chance of recovery upon revival? Thanks mate, but I'm tuffer than that. So...12 days and countless drips and injections and blood tests and druqs (shudder later, I'm home. I have to take 16 tablets a day so I don't die. If I get another infection, even a little one, I'd be too weak to fight it. So I gotta take me pills. This, from a girl who's taken paracetemol maybe 4 times in the last 3 years.
So yes. Expect to find me milking the 'but I almost died' card for a while. I refuse to take it seriously. I really can't think about the fact that one minute I was sitting on the sofa and the next I was in hospital...and in between, I came within a hairs breadth of...not exsisting. My brain just kinda doesn't work when I think about it.
Ah well. All's well that ends well.
<3discoX
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(edit! I have no idea what matte color you'll view this in!!)
So... I moved your welcome back page to my journal, which I know is matte grey... !
love!
[Edited on Apr 27, 2005 11:00AM]