Current Events

Well, I'm in Virginia Mason hospital in Seattle, sitting on the windowsill, looking out at Lake Union and trying to remember what day of the week it is. Don't worry, it's not another suicide attempt. Remember Hawk's spinal tumor? Well, it started smoothing the spine too much, and had to come out a little sooner than expected. Actually, the neurosurgeon took one look at his xrays, cancelled all his morning appointments for the next day, and rushed us in to the hospital to prep for surgery. This was on the 31st, when a dedicated group of friends were moving our stuff from our old house to our new apartment. I had to rush home in the middle of the night, after settling Hawk in, so that I could grab my "go bag" of crafting stuff and some clean clothes- except that my clothes were all packed and I couldn't find them. So I had to run to WalMart, the one place I swore never to shop. *sigh*

On the bright side, I found an electric teakettle there, and that little device is what is holding my sanity right now. Anyway, the surgery was successful, but now they can't get his pain under control. It's been six days of him screaming in agony while doctors fuss around and do nothing, until today, when I stepped in, made the doctor pull up his med chart, and fixed it all. They had fucked it up pretty badly, taken him COMPLETELY off his main anxiety med and replaced it with a useless sleeping pill, removed most of his spasm meds, and done a bunch of other stupid stuff. So I shouted at people until it was fixed.

As for me, I've set up shop on the nice wide windowsill. It's eighteen inches wide, so I've made myself a cozy little mattress out of layered pillows wrapped tightly in a blanket, and set up my teakettle and crafting stuff too. The nurses keep asking me if I want a cot, but a) the cots are incredibly uncomfortable and the bed I've made is very nice, b) there isn't room in this tiny closet of a room for a cot, and c) I LIKE the windowsill. We have an AMAZING view, and I can perch up here in my little crafting nest. Well, when Hawk isn't hysterical and needing me to tend to him, that is.

Anyway, I, going to sign off and take a nap while I have a chance- I am getting about three hours of sleep a night.