It’s still Thursday, but it’s three in the afternoon instead of 3 AM. I can’t figure out why my font won’t get bigger, and I’m getting frustrated. I cannot read this tiny stuff. Oh well. A lot has happened today but I don’t think I can get it in any kind of order so it’s going to be a pretty random post. One doctor wanted to release me today, but the last one said no. I got dizzy and almost passed out while laying down in bed. I called the nurse, but by the time she got here, I felt better. She took my pulse and it was 30. I don’t know what it was when I was dizzy, but it could not have been good. They called the cardiologist in and he wants me to wear another monitor. This one for the next two weeks. I have worn one before and they’re a pain in the butt. My heart is beating too fast at times and screwing up the works. I don’t know why. My right foot is swollen and now I’m not allowed to put any weight on it. They have my bed in a position like a chaise lounge, sort of, And I’m not allowed to get out of bed anymore. That means I have a bedside commode. I just love these. My oxygen level went up to 93, so they took it off. That was wonderful. That was four hours ago. They just took my vitals a minute ago and my oxygen sat rate was 88. So, I’m just hoping that they won’t put me back on the oxygen. I probably had a small embolism in my lungs for a while now. They think the boot that I was wearing caused the blood clot in my leg to break off and head to my lungs. Two clots in my lungs are small, but one is large and got stuck in a large artery. That’s not so good. Now my right hand is swollen, and of course, I don’t know why. All of my bracelets were removed from my right hand to my left, because they were getting tight. I have lost my appetite. Apparently, my magnesium level is way too low, so I got a two hour magnesium drip in my IV today.

So, here’s the kicker: I haven’t pooped in eight days. Yes, you read that right. Pain medicine makes me more constipated than normal, so they gave me something today to start things moving in there. It worked. But, remember, now I can’t walk. I’m not allowed to go to the bathroom. I have a bedside commode. This is great timing. My suite does not have a privacy curtain near the door. That’s unfortunate because my commode is sitting in the middle of my room, right beside my bed. So, anyone can just walk in and be amused at what they find. David was still here when the first urge struck me, so I made him go outside my door and guard it. He did a good job, but I’m not quite sure what to do the next time the urge hits me. He helped me get out of bed and onto the potty chair. So, he’s standing outside my room and I’m doing my business. When I’m finished, I look around in a state of panic while trying to find toilet paper. I found it and continued on. However, it proved to be the most difficult part of this whole potty session.  Crap. What is that? Oh, great. It’s the loose strap that ties the back of my gown together. Now I’m going to need a new gown. Now what? Great. That’s my IV tubing. This can’t be good. I just want to wipe myself and get back into bed. Taking a poop shouldn’t be this hard. I’ve got a weeks worth of poop to make up for, so this probably is not my last rodeo today. I’m having so much fun, and the day is not nearly over with yet.