Where Has The Time Gone?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Nope, that's definitely not right...

MERRY CHRISTMAS! No, that's pretty much history now so what's the point.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! Holy crap, is it 2009 already???? By the looks of the calendar, it seems that I'm seven days late. WHERE has the time gone? More importantly, WHERE have I been? LOL!

I know a lot of you have been wondering and to be honest, I never expected to stay away from my Blog for this long. I knew that I was going to take a break while DH was home but two weeks turned into one hell of a month. At least I have A LOT to update you on so be prepared ;o)

When I last left you, I had moved into my new bachelorette pad and I was counting down the days until DH's arrival. On December 15, I went to lunch with Katie and Faith Ann and I finally found out who had my name for our Christmas ornament exchange :o) Faith Ann got very creative and put together this lovely stocking for me -

Notice the bunnies ;o) It was also filled with Lindt chocolates. Does she know what I like or what? Thank you my friend!

The following day is when things started to fall apart... I woke up shortly before midnight with a strange feeling washing over me. It didn't take me long to figure out what it was. Luckily I get plenty of notice when I'm going to throw up. Yup, I threw up every hour for almost twelve hours straight. Then it was diarrhea :o( Things were clearing up by Wednesday night so I still had hope of picking up DH on Friday.

It seems that my body had other ideas though... Because my immune system was completely shot and I was tired and weak, vertigo decided to set in and even walking the few feet to the kitchen was a major feat. I was sleeping about 22 hours a day but I still had hope for Friday. You know what they say, the power of positive thinking right? Yeah...that doesn't work.

Even though I still did not feel anywhere near human, I peeled myself out of bed and into the shower the morning of the 19th. I cannot describe how much I wanted to see DH and I was prepared to do just about anything to make that happen. Apparently, again, my body had other ideas. During my shower I started having trouble breathing. I knew I was weak so I figured I'd just take my time and rest when I needed to. But when I got out of the shower, my breathing just got worse :o( I called Mom and Dad for something, I can't remember what, but I remember Dad telling me to call 911 for an ambulance.

Now I've made really good use of our Medicare system over the years but I had yet to ride in an ambulance. My memory is sketchy about the first bit but I seem to recall people asking me questions and hovering over me. I thought at one point I saw a hunky looking fireman but then again, I "was" hallucinating ;o)

What I "do" remember is that my arms and legs started going numb and it got to a point where I was unable to move them. The more I realized this, the worse my breathing became. Apparently, I was having a panic attack and all the energy I was putting into my breathing was taking away from my extremities. The doctor came and explained that I was dehydrated and that my body was 'eating' itself from the inside out. Sounds appealing doesn't it?

So, I was pricked, stabbed and speared with needles. They pumped a bag of solution into me within one hour and let me tell you, that is NO picnic. For one thing, it HURTS and for another, it's like running ice water through your veins. Brrrrr! I was SO thankful for some apple juice and toast. Honestly, toast never tasted SO good :o)

Thankfully my parents came and took charge ;o) Dad drove to Moncton and picked up DH while Mom stayed with me. By the time the guys arrived back, my sense of humour was returning and they discharged me from the hospital...

WELCOME HOME SWEETIE!!!! I took great care in dressing for your return. I know how you love the baggy fleece look. You know the pink ones that are five times too big on me. I thought that I would try something new with my hair and do the wet look. It works especially well in this -15C weather. Those dark circles under my eyes and the gray hue to my skin is a new look this year. I believe they call it Death Warmed Over.

Definitely NOT the reunion I had kept playing around in my head but I was happy to see him no matter what state I was in ;o)

Stay tuned for our New Jersey/New York trip!