Well, This Just STINKS!

We were all set for me to go home today. My belly issues seemed to be resolving and I actually felt pretty great this morning. When the doctors rounded on me, they said I had to have my oxygen saturation checked while walking (since getting up to the bathroom landed me on 2L of oxygen last night) and I would be free to go. No worries.

Except I don't do things the easy way.

See, I happily (at 3PM...what took so long to get a walk arranged?!) walked down the hall and around the corner with the charge nurse. We talked, we laughed...and suddenly things went downhill in a hurry. My oxygen sats (which should be between 96 and 100%) dropped to 80%...and stayed there. I started feeling anxious and a bit disoriented. The charge nurse wanted to offer me a chair. I just wanted to get back to bed so I could breathe again! We rushed back to the room and I was quickly hooked back up to 2L of oxygen.

That, my friends, bought me another night in the hospital and more testing. They ran more blood work...a number that should have been less than 0.4 was 1.1. Not good. So I had to have another scan of my chest. Currently waiting on the results of that.

Sad thing is, I actually feel great today. Except for the whole can't-breathe-when-I-ambulate part. And that is a pretty big and important part of good health.

So here I will stay...until we get answers, improvement, and a plan. I was told to expect to go home on an oxygen tank. I miss my kids, my own bed, my life.

More than one person today has said perhaps God is trying to tell me to take it easy. OK, God. I get it. Message received, loud and clear. I'm taking it easy. Now could you PLEASE get me back to my regular ole self?

'Cause I wanna go home...