Sent From My iPad
Written January 2011
Here are the first notes on my iPad. Merry Christmas to me from Mom.
This could be life changing. Deep breath. The type pad as it were is smaller than the one on my laptop. Will my fingers learn to type fast enough? I'm sitting in bed away from my desk where my computer sits, such a relief to have this little gizmo right here on my legs. In the other room my iPod (which is on shuffle) is playing an Amelia song. My stomach is starting to ask for food, the Overlook restaurant awaits. How do i save this writing? Is there a spell check on this thing? I just love it to pieces.
Here it is now Sunday and another note. I'm looking for the best way to use this thing! Time to take a iPad class maybe. Typing on this is like using a phone. How do you erase photos? Can email live on here? Typing on.
Saturday January 15th 2011. In the middle of last night i woke with an undeniable fever ridden sensation. Hot. "Mom" i called out and then listened to the sound of her climbing down the stairs, dogs in tow. We used the old fashioned thermometer, the kind you have to tilt to read the temperature. 103 degree and by now it was 2 a.m. A call to Ohsu allowed us (in light of the decent test results that came from the labs drawn Friday before the cat scan and bone marrow biopsy) to feed the fever with tylenol and heed in after sunrise. Does it sound like I'm trying to write a post on romantic medical adventures? Don't answer that. We arrived in the quiet ER lobby at about 8am and were ushered to the room. X-rays were taken, they weighed and measured me and installed two IVs, one in each arm. "You're going to be admitted" said the very pregnant nurse dressed in deep pink. Several somewhat giant bags of liquid and one urine sample later we settled in waiting for a room on the 14th floor which serves as the new landing for cancer patients. "Welcome back Teisha!"read the sign on the wall. Indeed. As has always been the case on these unexpected visits, I met a new nurse whose disposition made having my vital signs taken over and over, not so bad. At this moment, star date Sunday morning at 6am, my highest hope is to be set free. So far none of the blood work has uncovered anything major and the fever is gone! The fact that a donor awaits and that i am destined to spend yet more quality time on this floors of this remarkable institution encourages me. It could be better and it could be worse. It is what it is and, I'm in.
Sunday 10:39 a.m. Sitting in the hospital bed waiting for the Doctor in charge to come in my room. Will i get to go home this afternoon?
It is 2:30 p.m. and it's looking like i will stay another night. The blood that was donated by someone i will never know is slowly making the way into my body. Have i thanked those people.? Thanks people, thanks for the cells...
Nurse fred must be in his mid thirties, effervescent, he likes to fish. Benzene money home to his mom and i think he drums. he as an open energy full of momentum and good humor. I always meet the most interesting people here in the department that used to be 5a but is now 14b.when people ask me what I do with my days i am often unsure what to say and if i know I'm going to be prone to fits of feeling sorry for myself, i would rather spend that time Alone, refueling the engine that runs this ship. Important thing for me to remember is my inherent need to provide for myself over the desire to make other people happy. The good news is i have so much potential, the bad news is, i have so much potential,
The glare of the screen makes it tricky business to write. Still, it's better than nothing.
Sent from my iPad